Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or any characters involved except Zoe and Bob.


I woke up dreaming of our wedding night and the honeymoon in the Swiss Alps that followed, leaving me more than a little horny for the raven haired idiot sleeping next to me. But now was not the time, maybe after they left. I caught a glance at the date, today was the day, Percy and I knew it and there wasn't anything we could do to avoid it. It's the day I've been dreading since the last time I came across it, three years ago. I let out a breathy sigh and got out of bed. Zoe and Bob must be up, I thought as I walked into the kitchen. I placed the bread in the toaster and started up the coffee machine. I may need something stronger but it can't be helped, the kids were still here.

Just as I removed the coffee machine from its place on the kitchen slab, Zoe walked in.

"Mornin' mommy."

"Morning sleepyhead." She scratched her raven black hair as she walked over and picked up the bread from the toaster. Grabbing peanut butter and jam from the refrigerator, she nearly got to the dining table before I called out her again.

"Didn't I tell you to replace the bread once you take yours? Your brother and father have to eat as well."

"Oh right, I forgot. Sorry." She quickly rushed back and placed two breads in the toaster and pushed the button. I smiled at the happy expression on her face as she carried the stuff in her hands back to the dining table where I kept a few plates earlier. She didn't usually forget stuff, which doesn't come as a surprise to anyone, she is my daughter. But every once in a while, she does have her Percy moments, and it was these rare moments that make me love her even more, if that was even possible. My little bundle of joy is growing up so fast, she's already twelve. I catch myself before I tear up too much. I'm having trouble letting go of just two, I don't understand how the gods can part ways with hundreds of children and still be fine with it. They are just cruel assholes. A distant rumble from the sky was the only response I got.

"Annabeth, did you say insulting something about Hera again?" My wonderful husband wandered into the kitchen, hair messed up, eyes drowsy and shoulders slouched. He placed a kiss on my cheek and then picked up the coffee from the coffee machine and poured us a cup each. He handed me half a sugar cubes and picked up two for himself.

"About all of them except Hera and Lady Artemis."

"Is it about the gods and their kids again?"

"Yeah." I stirred the coffee and took a sip from the cup, the heat slightly burning my tongue but the mix of the bitterness of the coffee beans and the faint sweetness from the sugar leaving a wonderful taste in my mouth.

"Come here." He pulled me in and planted a light kiss on my lips. That was just what I needed today, bitter coffee and my sweet husband.

"Ewww…"

"Ugh, could you guys not indulge in PDA down so early in the morning." My blonde fifteen year old son walked in and grabbed the bread from the toaster. He took out two slices from the pack to replace them and then grabbed the peanut butter from his sister at the table.

"I don't want to hear that from you Mr. Parker." He coughed up on his bread as I reminded him of his current girlfriend of over a year, daughter of Demeter, Sarah Parker. Earlier this month, I caught the two of them in the midst of a rendezvous behind Zeus's Fist after Capture the Flag when I went to visit him. It was an embarrassing night for all of us, especially after I realized Chiron had followed me. Somehow, whenever any of us attempt at a rendezvous, that's when we lose his usually very noticeable presence.

I broke out of my thought cycle when Zoe got up from her seat with an empty plate and headed for the kitchen sink. This wasn't time to be reminiscing about our embarrassing moments of the past.

"Zoe, wait."

"Yes mommy?"

"What are you doing in the evening?"

She tilted her head to the side, probably confused at the unusual question. "Nothing."

"Good." I shot a glance at Percy, who replied with a nod. "We are going for a pretty long drive."

"Are you going to give her The Talk?" Bob asked in between his bites of Peanut Butter sandwiches.

"Yes."

"Then can I join?"

"Fine, you can join." His face instantly brightened up, he always liked to listen to The Talk once he found out about the origin of his name from it.

"Is that the one about how my body will change and I'll start liking guys, because a few of my friends told me about it a little, and I read up about the rest of it at the library. So if it is that, then can we just leave it. Besides, I think Bob is the one who needs it more than I do. I overheard Sarah say something to her friends like she wasn't satisfied or something along those lines." All three of us choked on whatever we eating or drinking.

*cough* "No…" *cough* "It… isn't that." Percy managed to cough out, but we weren't sure if she heard it completely because Bob grabbed his sister's hand and dragged her upstairs, his face glowing like a bright red Christmas lamp. It'll probably be a while before we see either of those two again.

"Looks like Zoe got Biology then." Percy got up from his seat, picked out a paper from his jacket and scribbled Biology beneath a list of subjects under the name Zoe.

"Yeah, still no math huh?"

"No." We reveled in our quiet breakfast and then cuddled on couch watching a documentary on Aztec Architecture. Who am I kidding, I watched while Percy slept with his strong arms around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck while I got comfortable on his lap. He still drooled in his sleep. But that's one of the many reasons I still loved him.

My thoughts wandered back to the realization that Zoe got Biology, not before analyzing, admiring and perfectly memorizing Percy's adorable sleeping expression, but that's a story for another day. I always wondered who might get Architecture. Because they are my children, I expected them to do at least decently well in all of their subjects, but it seems like they inherited different subjects from each of us. So their report card is usually an array of A+s and Ds. The parent teacher conferences are extremely weird. They get chastised by one teacher and then praised by the next. The only stuff they have in common is, they are commonly good at Physical Education and Greek Mythology, which didn't come as a surprise to either of us. The real surprise was that they were both extremely bad at math, something I'm still a little angry at Percy for.

When it comes to their godly powers, Zoe is good at all stuff water while Bob is the Earthquake and Sea Storm guy. On more than one occasion, Percy had to console a crying toddler Bob and his mini earthquakes. Zoe was much easier to handle, she liked to flood the sink when she's sad, and cause a mild drizzle when she was angry. They are both intelligent in their own quirky way.


I woke Percy up after the documentary finished. Even though I hate to admit it out loud, we both know that he's much better at cooking than me. We had planned to cook a steak for the kids since it is their last day before they leave for camp, the first day of camp in her entire life for Zoe Silena Jackson. And that is where The Talk comes in.

Throughout my childhood, I've been running away from monsters while Percy had to deal with an abusive step-father for most of his life before camp. Those were hard times for both of us and we didn't want our children to face the same hardships at such a young age by sending them to camp. We wanted to give them as much of a normal child's life as possible before they left. And we didn't want to burden them with our pasts so we hid the in depth story of the Titan War and the War against Gaia, especially the stuff about Tartarus, though they know about the existence of gods and monsters. Three years ago, we told Bob everything in a similar manner, we took him on a drive around the coastline of the nearby beach, and he took it somewhat… well. He was certainly surprised, and a little annoyed that we kept stuff from him. But he was much more relieved that his name meant something significant. Bob Damasen Jackson, hated his name because he thought we were too lazy to think of a good name for him and tried to make up for it with an extremely weird middle name. He was right to some extent. Percy was indeed too lazy to think of good name for Iapetus after he erased the titan's memory, but of course we did not tell him that. Today, we tell Zoe the truth.


Percy drove the car out onto the driveway and the rest of us got in, Bob took shotgun while I got in the back with my daughter.

"Sis, I'm just forewarning you, some of the stuff you are about hear might be too much information for you to process."

"Wish you'd have given me a similar warning before you started throwing cheesy lines at Sarah over the IM today morning." Bob blushed another bright red. Even though she's just twelve, Zoe is really good at riling up her brother.

"Now Zoe, what your brother says is true. So just keep a clear head and tell us if you want some time to process stuff. Okay darling?"

"Okay mommy."


"So… you guys were such amazing heroes." We spent nearly three hours explaining everything, though I was doing most of the explaining, Percy and Bob helped whenever they could. Bob spent quite some time explaining the Tartarus part, emphasizing the origins of his name. It helped because we still weren't completely over the trauma from Tartarus. We don't have nightmares since we sleep cuddling each other but every once in a while we still have to wake up and reassure ourselves that the other is still tightly wrapped in our arms.

"Alright. I have renewed respect for you two." Percy stopped the by the side of the road, and we all were staring at my daughter, expectantly.

"And?" Bob asked his little sister.

"And what?"

"That's it. Don't you have anything more to say, baby doll?" Now it was Percy's turn to ask her the same question.

"No, not really. The two of you are probably the strongest demigods and are definitely the strongest pair of demigods, probably for all eternity. So it just means that if I have to catch up to you, I will have to work a lot harder. Sure, it means you were different before Bob was born, but you didn't lie about who you were after Bob's birth. You are still Bob and my mommy and daddy, just a lot more amazing now. And I am very happy about that part. Of course I will have more enemies to fight now, those who were your enemies. But I'm sure I can get through that too, just like you did. I just didn't like that you hid all of this for so long. It's alright though, you had your reasons." I can't stop smiling and the pout on Percy's face doesn't help at all. Up until now we haven't really come across many traits similar to myself and Mother, but Zoe was clearly much more of me than Bob. But this wasn't the time for this. I can gloat all I want to Percy after they leave for camp tomorrow. I pull Zoe into a hug.

"Zoe darling, thank you for being this understanding. But if at any time you feel a little overwhelmed by this or just need to know anything, just IM me. Okay darling?" Zoe nodded.

"But… A-Aren't you even a little… just a little overwhelmed by all this?" Bob managed to stutter out.

"No." Zoe smirked as she watched her brother try to convince her otherwise.


"Do you think they'll be alright?" Percy placed the car keys on the key holder. We just dropped the kids off at camp.

"Annabeth, our twelve year old daughter was right. We are amazing as a team. And they are a mix of the two of us. If they can't be alright, nobody can. They will face difficulties just like we did and they will get through them just like we did. Because they are our children." Percy hugged me from behind as I removed my jacket.

"You know… We have the house to ourselves. And I haven't met Percy junior in a while." I purred.

"So you think you can keep up?"

"You're on, Seaweed Brain." I jumped into his open arms and kissed him passionately on his soft lips.

"I love you, Annabeth Jackson. I love our kids. I love my life, and it makes all of those years of hardship worth it to be able hold you like this while our kids are at camp." Is he even real? I silently thank Aphrodite for letting it end like this before I dug into his waiting lips. What happens next is not something for this story.


The start turned out really good, I think I fell a little short in between but it's fine. There was no point to this, and the cliche was a general take on telling the kids of our past.

Anyways please let me know what you think, reviews are highly appreciated, especially flames.

Next stories to be updated (in that order):

1) Reunion

2) Roommate Romance

3) Life in Tartarus