Percy's POV

It was a blur. One day they were there, tiny babies in my beautiful wife's arms.

Their names were Pamela Lilia Jackson and Brady Samuel Jackson.

I loved - we loved- our little babies from the second they joined us.

It went so fast, one day they were little toddlers, one wearing a tiara and announcing she was Princess of the World and the other wearing a cape and saying he was superman, the next five year olds absorbed in bickering with each other for hours.

Trust me when I say that they had been annoying each other since the day they learned to talk.

I remember her smiling up at me toothily, the way he pulled on my hand as he smelt the blue food of my moms cafe.

I smiled as I remembered the long walks in the park, a twin hanging off each arm.

He watched them grow up, watched their achievements, watched their downfalls.

He watched them fight, watched them laugh and cry.

He loved them with all his heart.

Now they were growing up. He had to tell them.

And he had to let them go...