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Percy's POV

I couldn't talk let alone breathe. I stood up and banged on the walls of the room. "Get me outta here!" I screamed. "Before I frickin' kill someone!!!" I turned to Annabeth who began crying. I remembered our wedding day.

Annabeth walked down the aisle in a dream of white and ivory, holding a bouquet of roses in her hands, the little flower girl, aka Paul Blofis's niece throwing petals into people's faces. Annabeth's golden hair was curled into a Princess-Lea-like bun on the back of her head, a few strands of gold flowing down in the front. Her storm gray eyes were less fierce, and were accented by purple eye shadow and pink blush…

Then I looked back at my wife now. Her eyes were puffy and red and her hair was messy and pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. She wore sweats and an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. But she was beautiful.

My eyes grazed down to her hands… and she still wore the wedding ring. Right where it was supposed to be.

"Percy, I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I didn't know who he was, until…"

"Does Hera know?" I asked, interrupting her.

"If she knew would she be helping us?" Annabeth asked me. And I knew the answer to that. If I were Hera, I sure wouldn't help a bunch of bickering demigods if the wife of the guy had an affair with my husband.

Especially if the kid was Zeus's daughter. Hera would be so pissed.

"We can't tell anyone," croaked Annabeth. "For Elaine Kaia J-Jackson." She stuttered on the last name, as if she didn't know if that was correct anymore.

"How the hell did you have a kid with Zeus?" I demanded to know.

"It was that one night you and Grover and Nico went out to visit Beckendorf in the Underworld… I went to a party with Clarisse and Juniper…" she sniffled. "And, there was this guy… he was so handsome, he had sort of reddish-blond hair and hazel eyes…" She looked straight at me. "He looked like you and Luke combined."

And that one sentence tore my heart apart.

"…and, well, he suggested we go back to his hotel…" and for some strange reason I did… She blew her nose with a tissue I didn't know where she got from. "And then after he left and I realized what I had done… Aphrodite appeared… and, she had a smug look on her face, then she disappeared."

I didn't ask how she knew it was Aphrodite. That woman could be spotted a mile away.

"So… our daughter… is three-fourths god… and one-fourth human…" I said, slowly.

Annabeth nodded her head. "We have to hide, Percy. The whole world is going to be after her… I mean, if you want…"

I stared at her and thought of my little baby, err, her little baby. Those sparkling hazel eyes… those auburn curls… none of that mine. She would never be a granddaughter of Poseidon. She would be a granddaughter of Kronos.

She would be like Thalia. Thalia and Rachel, my two best friends, combined. "Sure," I said. And then Hera reappeared, like an angry goddess would.

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