Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long for the new chapter, but I've had some serious writers block. I'm not sure whether to continue this story now, as I don't know how many of you like it. If you can, could you send a review at the end of the chapter to tell me what you think. Sorry for the delay... For now, on with the story.

Disclaimer- As I have said in previous chapters, I do not own anything from the Percy Jackson series.

Glancing over at the now black screen, I conclude that Glee must have finished. I look over at her and smile. She smiles back and we sit in silence for a while, just thinking. My mind wonders back to last night and the complete joy that washed over me when Annabeth said yes and the events that followed when we got home.

*Flashback*

We crashed through the door. I kicked it shut as I attacked my fiancée's neck with my lips. We whirled around and Annabeth's back hit the door, my hands moved to her tiny waist. I easily lifted Annabeth up as she wrapped her long, slim legs around my waist. She moaned as I pulled her body closer to mine. I moved my lips to hers and kissed her slowly.

*End Flashback*

I was snapped out of my little daydream when Annabeth began to tickle me. She ended up sitting on my stomach, while I giggled like a little girl. Embarrassing right? Anyway, eventually, she stopped tickling me and I pulled her down, so she was lying on top of me. We lie like that for ages, just talking about her days here, when I was gone.

It's 12 by the time we've stopped talking and I've realised how much of my Wise Girl's life. Four of our friends are now married and expecting children. She's been promoted at work and asked to design her mum's new house. She wants to show me the designs, even though I don't understand them. So we head up to her office, which, as always, is jumble of paper and pencils. After digging through a pile of designs and pushing rolls of paper aside, Annabeth rolls out a hug piece of paper. I peer over her shoulder as she starts rambling on about columns and atriums and other architectural things. From what I can work out the design is very complex and should look something like a Greek villa when finished.

Annabeth's mum's called Athena, like the Greek Goddess, and has the same grey, calculating eyes as Annabeth. She disapproves of me, says Annabeth's too young, but I know it's because of my dad, they never got along. I've learned to live with it now. Anyway, Athena has a very unique style, she likes the old Greek columns and the more modern, expensive houses with a pool. She can afford to mix those styles, she's an actress, and chooses, of course, to live with the rest of the big movie stars in LA.

Annabeth starts explaining how the interior will be modern whilst the exterior looks old. 'The perfect blend of old and new'. I know she loves this project, she, like her mum, loves old things. Anna finds little, old gems and restores them when she has the time. I stand and listen to her talk for another 30 minutes before I remind her that we have to leave at 4 to get to my mum's for 6. She reluctantly rolls up the design and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

We potter around the house until 2, when we both head upstairs to get ready. I let my girl have a shower first, knowing that she'll need longer to get ready. While Annabeth's in the shower I, for the second time today, look through our wardrobe for something to wear. I pick a pair of black jeans and a green t-shirt, and lay them on a chair next to the wardrobe. I fling myself back onto the bed and wait for Annabeth to finish in our bathroom. I end up waiting for about half an hour before Annabeth saunters out of the bathroom in a fluffy white towel. When she reaches the bed, I grab her wrist and pull her on top of me, give her a quick kiss and roll her to her side of the bed. My girl laughs and playfully slaps my arm. I shuffle towards the bathroom, as she goes to the wardrobe.

When I come back into the bedroom, it's almost 4 and I see Annabeth sitting in front of the mirror applying her make-up. I dry off and throw on my clothes. After running my hand through my hair, I declare myself ready to leave and walk over to Annabeth, who's now watching me from the chair. She stands and twirls around showing off her gorgeous outfit for tonight. A pale green summer dress with matching ballet pumps. I stop moving and stare, she looks beautiful. 'We...we should go' I stutter, when I'm able to speak again. She agrees and starts heading downstairs. I follow her still completely amazed at how beautiful she look. I open the door and make my way towards the car, while she grabs her bag and the keys. We get in the car once we've decided that she's driving and head to my mothers.

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