Y'all, I am so sorry! I had wrestling tournaments and school work and projects and a MAJOR case of writer's block! I'm sorry a hundred thousand times! I'll give you a chapter now and do my best, but please if you have any ideas or things you want to happen (thank you Intentionally left blank) let me know in the reviews!

When Percy woke up, his head hurt. He looked all around the room, everything was fuzzy and blurry but he could tell he was in the infirmary. A million thoughts rushed through Percy's mind, but it settled on one: Emma. It was all a dream, he thought. I hit my head I dreamt the whole thing! His relief didn't last long. Why did I dream about having a kid…with Annabeth?

"It doesn't matter," he whispered out loud. "It was just a crazy dream." Soft light filtering in through the window next to his bed told him that it was early morning. A glass of nectar was on the stand right beside him and he drank it down as fast as he could. Percy's headache felt better almost instantaneously. The ice cubes rattled around in the cup as he set it down. Percy's vision had cleared as well, allowing him to see a familiar head of blonde curls in a bed close to his. Percy couldn't help but notice how much softer and…nicer she looked when she was asleep. She wasn't worried about the war or trying to strangle him. And she certainly didn't look like she hated Rachel. Annabeth actually looked downright beautiful with her gentle breathing blowing the hair out of her face. Angelic, even.

Almost as if sensing Percy's eyes trail the contours of her face, Annabeth snapped her eyes open. She opened her mouth like she was going to yell and Percy braced himself, but it was only a yawn. Percy was suddenly embarrassed of his thoughts about Annabeth. He flushed a deep red color as Annabeth looked around confusedly. He noticed that she wouldn't meet his gaze. It made him nervous. Had she somehow read his thoughts?

"What are we doing here," Annabeth asked. It didn't sound like a question and Percy suddenly wondered if she meant more than just the infirmary.

"I—um, don't know," he felt tongue tied.

"When do you ever?" Annabeth sighed. Ouch, he mentally winced. Annabeth sat up in her bed and absently, gently ran her fingertips along her stomach. Percy looked away uncomfortably, remembering how she looked in his dream—her skin glowing, belly swollen with his baby. An odd feeling he couldn't control rose up in the pit of his gut. He had actually liked seeing her that way. Percy felt ashamed of it. Annabeth would never want that for herself.

Percy was about to come up with something clever like "shut up," but he was interrupted when the door of their room opened. Will Solace walked in with a grim expression on his face. "You're awake," he announced.

"Yeah," Annabeth snapped. "We know. Why were we asleep?"

"Someone woke up in the wrong side of the sick bed," Percy griped at her. She looked ready to slap him across the face. Annabeth was interrupted, though, when a streak of blonde hair jumped into her lap and hugged her. Annabeth was taken aback.

"Mommy! You're awake! It's not nap-time!" Percy knew—although couldn't admit just yet—that the little girl was Emma. He hadn't dreamt it. Gods have mercy. Annabeth seemed to be enduring the same thought process as Percy. She closed her eyes in surrender and hugged the little girl back.

"Sure, Emma-bear. Give Mommy all your hugs," Percy said jokingly flippant, rolling his eyes. "It's not like Daddy's here with his arms wide open." He flung his arms out dramatically and Emma giggled as she jumped in them. It wasn't until later that Percy realized he had called her "Emma-bear". Where had that come from?

"I missed you guys," Emma whispered sadly.

"It's okay, baby," Annabeth murmured, finally accepting Emma. "We're here now."

"Are you…um, excited about being a sister?" Percy asked awkwardly as the "family" was seated on Percy's bed in his cabin. Everyone who was at the meeting the day before was present in the cabin as well, sitting on the floor. They had agreed on taking turns asking her simple questions. Percy had been the first up.

"I'm already a sister," Emma answered while playing with Percy's hair. She was seated comfortably in his lap.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked carefully, sitting right next to Percy.

"Grace is a year older than me. She's six. Daddy, you look weird without your face hair." Percy blanched at her comments. Apparently he had a goat tee when he got older and according to math he had checked (and rechecked); he was 26 in the Iris-message from yesterday. Emma was born when he was twenty-one…and Grace was a year older… Dear gods.

"Wow," Conner said. "You guys are what? Fifteen right now? That would make you twenty when 'Grace' is born." He shook his head. "A little young, don't you thing?" Connor wiggled his eyebrows at Percy and Annabeth, making them flush darker red than Apollo's sacred cows.

"I am so sick of everyone being able to do math in their heads but me!" Travis shouted. "My own brother! I've been betrayed." Travis mimed fainting dramatically. Clarisse socked him in the gut.

"Shut up!" she shouted. Everyone stared at Clarisse. "Do you recognize any of us? Do you know who we are?" Clarisse asked Emma softly. Chris gripped Clarisse's hand tightly. Emma nodded at her.

"You're Aunt Clarisse and he's Uncle Chris," she answered as if telling an idiot the sky was blue on a cloudless day. "You're Jacey's mom. She's my cousnin." Emma faltered over the "cousin", but no one noticed. They were too busy staring bug-eyed at the daughter of Ares.

Silena was the first to react. "I knew you guys would work out!" she squealed, hugging a startled Clarisse. Everyone offered their awkward, early congratulations. Silena suddenly had an idea.

"Emma," she asked, "do you know who Silena Beauregard is?" The demigods gazed expectantly upon the silent child, already knowing the answer.

"Daddy said Silena died a hero's death. Mommy and Daddy made Gracie's middle name Silena after her." Emma curled up further into Percy's lap, burring her face into his neck. Silena choked back her tears and nodded her head. At least she had died a hero.

"Thanks, you guys," she whispered to Percy and Annabeth, her voice thick with the unshed tears. The two teenagers simply nodded, unsure of what else to do. They knew the road ahead was going to be difficult, but they hadn't counted on losing Silena and Beckendorf. Who knows how many more they would lose?

"Do I die in the war?" Travis asked. Emma shook her head.

"No, but Aunt Katie says you'll die a stupid person's death one day and leave her with two kids all by herself." The tension was almost immediately alleviated. Several demigods were on the floor laughing at "Aunt Katie's" comment; others were laughing at Travis Stoll and Katie Gardener's horrified faces.

"It could be another Katie!" Travis tried to reason. But he wasn't fooling anybody. Silena held Charlie's hand as she laughed, her feminine giggled accompanied by his baritone. She was thankful for the distraction. Silena planned on telling them more before it was too late for Charlie. She knew she had to save him. She would. Whether she died or not.

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