Herro peeps,
I'm baaaaaaack! Yeah! Celebrate! *dances like an insane person who just kissed a dementor*
I am thinking that you are thinking why is LC11 rate story T?
My answer is...well, y'see, this may seem like a cute little harmless story, but it's NOT. There's a pretty detailed childbirth scene, more than one slightly over-done descriptions of wounds and other injuries, maybe (just maybe) a character death...oops, I just revealed...no, nothing's wrong, nothing happens at all...
For now nudding's wrong. But you better be careful what you read! I KNOW YOU ARE READING! I CAN SEE INTO YOUR SOUL!
We is waste time here. We now start story. Okee?
Chapter Four
ANNABETH
"Do you have everything?" Annabeth asked as Percy put a few belongings into his backpack.
"One thing," he replied, tapping his cheek lightly.
She rolled her eyes. "You know I can't bend down like that anymore."
He sprang up so fast he looked like a jack-in-the-box. "Now?"
Annabeth wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the back of his neck. "Fare well, son of Poseidon. Do not fail me."
He laughed. "Aye-aye!"
"Seaweed Brain," she said softly.
Percy smiled at her sadly. "I'm doing this for you, you know. I would have stayed if you hadn't blackmailed me."
"Oh, shut up. You know that you really wanted to go."
He blinked, like, How did you know? Then he kissed her lightly. "I'll be back in time for..." He sucked at dramatic conclusions, that was for sure.
"To see junior and junior be born," she said decidedly. "Not a day after."
"So that's...what, seven months? How am I supposed to know when they come? Silena was five days late."
"Oh, you'll know," she said as he stepped out of the door, blowing kisses to Silena. "It's one of the advantages of being a kelp head."
"Beebee, beebee, beebeeeeee," sang Silena to the fuzzy blue bear. Annabeth rolled onto a more comfortable position on the couch. Hailstones pounded against the windows as if to say, Let us in!
"How about some dinner, Silena?" Annabeth asked, ruffling her daughter's hair. She wasn't really prepared to take no for an answer, seeing as she had the appetite of three people.
Silena fixed Annabeth with a stern look in her blue-green eyes. Then she held up the bear and said, very seriously, "Beebee."
Annabeth wanted to scream, but she said, "Okay, sweetie. Can Beebee eat too?" She felt like an idiot.
Silena threw Beebee across the room. It hit the wall and slid straight down. "Nuuuuuuu! Beebee!"
Oh, gods. She really was going to scream.
"I'm going to dinner without you, then," she said huffily. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. At least, it looked it looked like milk. Being dyslexic didn't really help the matter.
She took a sip of the milk and instantly spit it out. It was sour and there were curds and lumps, making the liquid thick and bitter.
The familiar wave of nausea washed over her body and she hurried to the kitchen sink, where she threw up the entire contents of her stomach. Still shaking, she wiped her mouth and splashed water on her face. She dumped the rest of the milk down the sink and pulled a box of macaroni-and-cheese from the cupboard. At least, it looked like macaroni-and-cheese…
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"…and this little piggy went wee, wee, wee–all the way home," said Annabeth, pulling socks onto Silena's small feet. Her stomach growled with hunger. Five bowls of macaroni-and-cheese were like a few crackers compared to how hungry she was.
"Beebee," said Silena. She hugged the bear close to her chest and sighed.
"That's right," said Annabeth, running her hands through her hair. "Beebee."
She wasn't sure what time the hailstorm had started, but it wasn't stopping, that was for sure. She had turned on all of the heat and quickly turned it off for fear that the house would catch fire. She didn't want the praetors on her bad side.
There was a thump at the door. Annabeth sighed and forced herself to get off the couch.
"Who is it?" She said groggily.
"Annabeth? It's Hazel," said a voice. "I'm stuck in the hailstorm. Can I come in?"
Without thinking of extra precautions, Annabeth quickly threw open the door and was blasted backward threw the living room due to the howling wind from outside. Black spots danced in front of her eyes.
"Oh my g–Annabeth, I'm so sorry!" Hazel hurried over to her friend and helped her up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Annabeth replied. She rubbed her forehead. "Why are you here?"
"Just got back from Toronto," replied Hazel, closing the door. "I stayed at Frank's place for a bit after my meeting. He rented a spot and–oh my goodness! Hi, Silena!" She dropped her bag. "Can I have a hug?"
Silena, grinning like she knew it was past her bedtime, toddled over to Hazel and smiled at her.
"Aunt Hazel has something for you!" said Hazel. Silena began clapping her hands together.
Annabeth quickly scooped up her daughter. "Thanks, Hazel, but Silena should go to bed now. How about tomorrow m–" She was cut off by Silena squirming in her arms, trying to Hazel.
"Oh, that's fine," said Hazel, waving her hand in her face. She blushed a little. "I'm sorry. I got lost and–"
"That's perfectly fine," said Annabeth firmly. "Anyway, it's time for all of us to sleep. Not just this little…"
"Beebee," said Silena.
"You can sleep in our bedroom," said Annabeth, ignoring Silena. She set up a bed for her friend and settled into her own afterwards.
"Good night, Hazel," She said.
"Good night," Hazel yawned. "See ya tomorrow."
The lights turned out. The streets of New Rome were now perfectly dark. While the three girls slept, the hailstorm raged on.