*narrowly escapes rotten tomato being thrown at her*
Yes. You aren't hallucinating. I have indeed woken up from my hibernation and gotten my lazy ass to update. *cue gasps*
Better believe it.
AND A SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND, BRO, DAHLING AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN STALKERINTRAINING( If you haven't already read her stories, you should) FOR GIVING ME THE PROMT AND THE ENCOURAGEMENT TO GET MY STUPID BUTT TO WRITE IT.
Here's your very own (stolen from your own ideas, I'm afraid) Rakshabandhan gift, Ass.
'...while I held Annabeth's hand.
"Ow,"she said. "Ow, ow!" She gripped my fingers so tight they turned purple, but she stayed still, like Will asked.'
-The Plaza, Chapter 12-Rachel Makes a Bad Deal, Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian
"Ow! Oh gods Percy, if I ever get out of this, I swear I am going to kill you!"
Percy visibly winced but gulped down the threat and grabbed Annabeth's hand. "That's it Mrs. Jackson! Push," the Doctor said.
Annabeth let out a stream of curses that would make a pirate blush. At least Percy knew who to blame if their child turns to have a potty-mouth. Her hair was mussed and sweaty and her face strained but she grabbed Percy's hand back and pushed.
His hand ached and he felt rather than saw, it go purple, but he didn't let go. Annabeth's death-grip got tighter as her pushes became more forceful and frantic.
The Doctor let out a happy sigh, "We can see the head, Mrs. Jackson. One last push."
Percy pulled her hand and kissed it and tightened his grip on his wife's hand. She glanced at him for a second and Percy felt his knees tremble at her famous flame gaze of doom. He gave her a weak smile and knowing him, he knew that instead of relaying support would relay a plea or a cry saying please-don't-kill-me. Annabeth's face screwed up in concentration as she applied all her force, all her strength. Percy felt the bones in his hand crack in three different regions. But he didn't care because at that moment, the sound of crying had filled the room.
He hadn't even realized he had his eyes shut until he noticed he couldn't really see anything.
"Congratulations! It's a girl!"
Percy opened his eyes to see the most beautiful baby girl he had seen in his entire life; she had inherited the best of both their features- tufts of curly, blond hair and sea-green eyes that were currently filled with tears. He was starstruck. It also improved the moment that Annabeth hadn't got up already and stabbed him.
"We should name her Cassandra. Cassandra Jackson."
Percy blinked and saw that Cassandra had already found her way in her mother's arms.
He smiled. "I like the sound of that."
He didn't know who was more stunning- Annabeth or Cassandra- and already had a sneaking suspicion that this little girl will have him wrapped around her pinky before she can even speak.
"You're going to spoil her rotten, aren't you?" Annabeth questioned, her grin still fixed in the baby's direction.
"You bet. "
He turned to go outside and was almost at the door when Annabeth, confused, asked, "Don't you want to hold her?"
"Er, yeah. One second. Um, going to uh, get some nectar," he said sheepishly.
"Percy, honestly, you worry to much. We're fine," said Annabeth, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, no. It's um, for my hand. You, uh, sort of broke it."
He got out before he could hear her laugh.
I'll try to be quicker next time! And thank you everyone for the reviews, they really encouraged me :D
Just in case you were confused, Cassie is short for Cassandra.
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