*4 ½ months later*

*Annabeth's POV

I was sitting nervously in the doctors office waiting for my ultrasound with my brother Malcom. I was 5 ½ months along. My family had been helping a lot with dealing with me right now. Finally the doctor came in. She warned me about the cold temperature of the blue gel, then rubbed it on my swelled stomach. She slowly moved the ultrasound across my stomach, watching the screen. Smiling she turned to me and said "Congratulations! You're having a baby girl! She seems perfectly healthy, and you're in great shape, it should be a fine pregnancy!" A smile creeps onto my face as she hugs me and leaves the room. Malcom is smiling too and squeezes my hand. "Congrats!" he says, hugging me as well. The expression on his face is the same I'd seen when is son Carson was born. Joy and excitement. I feel that too, and then I get a little bit sad, as I think about how this baby girl will remind me so much of Percy; my mind wanders to adoption and I decide not to completely exclude that as a possibility.