Annabeth's POV:
I dragged Cedric to the car and started it up.
'Mom, what was that about?' My boy asked.
'Nothing, sweetie. We just have to go home,' I replied.
We arrive at our little cottage. It wasn't a cottage, it was just small. I lived in the Upper East Side in Manhattan. We got out and walked in. I went to my room and breathed a sigh of relief.
I was about to start dinner when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and looked at the out-of-breath man standing in front of me. Percy Jackson. I immediately tried to close the door, but he stopped it with his foot.
'Annabeth, is he mine?' Percy asked, gasping for air.
I stayed silent.
'Annabeth, answer me!'
'Yes,' I mumbled.
'I want to see him.'
'No. You've been out of his lie for thirteen years, why do you want to take interest in him now?'
'Because I didn't know about him! Annabeth let me see him. It's my legal right.'
I sighed in defeat. 'Cedric, honey. Can you come here for a second?!'
Cedric came out of his room and looked at his father.
'Cedric,' I said slowly. 'This is your father.'
He looked at Percy in shock and then that shock turned to anger. Tears welled up in his eyes.
'You! You just left us, not even bothering to look for us! You just left my mom and didn't even want to know me!' Cedric shouted.
I turned to Percy. 'I think you should go now.'
'Wait, Annabeth! I'm sorry!' The rest of his apology was blocked by the slamming door.
I turned back to my weeping child. I brought him close and held him in my arms, cradling him. He continued to sob, but it soon died down.
Percy's POV:
I drove from the Chase's house and back to my loft. I was a professional swimming coach and worked with famous swimmers. I was married... to Drew. She was a model and didn't really care about what I did.
I walked up the flight of stairs and opened my door. Drew was lounging on the coach, reading a magazine. When she saw me she got up and walked to me, smiling. She pecked me on the lips and then went back to her magazine.
Drew always wanted the fanciest of things. Today she wore a tight red dress and red hills, which, of course, looked really nice on her. I walked to my room and slumped onto the bed.
I felt terrible. I was angry with Cedric for yelling at me. But I was mostly angry because it was all true.
