I don't own anything!
Third person's POV
"Annabeth?"
"Yes, Percy?"
"I, uh, kinda need your… help."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Kinda. Maybe."
"Well, it so happens I need your help."
"Really? How fast can you get here?"
"I don't know. What's your apartment number?"
"Apartment 6B. Why?"
Percy's POV
I heard a knock at the door. "Hold on Annabeth," I said.
"Hey Percy," Annabeth greeted me.
I'd forgotten how absolutely gorgeous she is. But something was different. She sounded tired. "Hi," I responded.
"Can I come in?" She asked, peering in.
"Oh, yeah. Come in," I said, "Excuse the mess. Remember Tyson hasn't visited in a while." To my relief, she laughed. Annabeth's gray eyes scanned the room and landed on a doll.
"Daddy!" Talia called to me, "Play baby!" I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Daddy has company, okay. Maybe later," I told her. Annabeth's eyebrows shot up. She eyed me with a new look in her eye.
"Who's this sweetie?" She asked.
"Oh, this Talia. My daughter," I answered. She kind of flinched but recovered quickly. I didn't understand why we broke up a looong time ago. I need to tell her why she's here. She deserves that much.
"Well, she is kinda the reason I need your help…"