Heylow! Bethie wants you to know she's not sure when she's going to get the next chapter for Bloody Roses and Newborn Petals, but thanks for the patience! Again, please check out my FictionPress and Tumblr.

If you check out my Tumblr, you'll find pictures and exerpts from my newest free-write: Gwendolynn. If you check out my FictionPress, you'll find my slowly decaying stories: MacKenzie Paul and Nova and Annabeth.

After this story, I think I might go on long-term hiatus, until next summer. I know that's a long, long time but I have drums, choir, vocal lessons, girl scouts, theatre, Glee club and writing club. Plus homework and I barely have time to breathe! It's not confirmed, yet, but it probably will happen! :(

In this chapter, Percy and Annabeth have a five year old son named Kaleb, a two year old daughter named Licia (pronounced LEE-SHH-UH), and Annabeth is nine months pregnant with another boy. They live in an apartment and decided to get a house! Please enjoy this hopefully less sucky chapter!

Disclaimer (...hmmmm. It seems to be boring this time. I know, I know. I'm loosing it): Percy Jackson and the Olympians is not mine.

*FIVE REVIEWS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER*


H: House...Annabeth POV

I rested a hand on my swollen abdomen and gazed out the window. Fingerprints and smudges coated the aspens that lined the street with fuzzy blurs. A lazy, golden egg-yolk sun was positioned in a clear blue sky overhead.

Percy and I held hands over the seat divider and a book on tape...Geronimo Stilton the mouse?...blasted throughout the car. Behind me sat our five year old son, Kaleb, and our two year old daughter, Licia.

Our children had the exact combined shade of Percy and my hair: light brown; both curly. Kaleb had big, grey eyes and his younger sister had emerald eyes, maked by long lashes. Today, Licia was dressed in a lavender dress with the Little Mermaid on it, her hair tied into pigtails. Kaleb was wearing a navy t-shirt and camo shorts.

"When is we gones tuh be there, daddy?" asked Licia, fidgeting against her carseat straps.

Percy smiled, eyes still fixed on the road. "We're here right now, sweet pea." He spun the wheel and the car turned up into a driveway.

Instantly, I noticed the lack of picture-perfection that the other houses seemed to contain. Unlike the surrounding homes, this one was a mocha-color, with a black trim and two stories high. The windows were angelic chrystal and the lawn was substantially yellower and had a surprising amount of dying daisies.

Our vehicle rolled to a stop and Percy leaped out to unbuckle the kids. I opened the door and carefully dropped my feet on the ground, supporting my lowerback. My stomach was huge- like I had swallowed a basketball. Percy came around the corner, Licia on his hip and holding Kaleb's hand.

"You okay, Wise Girl?" he wanted to know.

"Yeah. Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I can't get out of the car on my own," I replied, winking.

The path to the front door was winding and pretty, aspen branches sweeping the pavement. I took Licia from my husband and set her on the ground, taking her hand. "Does this look like a good yard for a swing set?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "And tea parties, mommy!"

Percy pushed open the grand oak door. The foyer was large, with a winding stairwell that looped up the second level. The flooring was hard, dark wood that glinted in the dim light from the bulb above us.

Suddenly, our relator, Tiffany Rupsin, stepped in front of us. Her wispy, scarlett hair was pulled into a loose bun, her overweight form squeezed into a plum-purple suit. She wore way too much makeup and her smile was plastic. "Why, hello there, Jacksons! Who's ready to see the house?"

Licia and Kaleb raised their arms. She lead us through the left doorway and into the updated kitchen. Twenty-second century appliances decorated the tile floor. Licia ran forward and touched the shining dishwasher. "Pretty," she muttered.

"This kitchen is topnotch," Tiffany explained. "With state-of-the-art refriderator, island, dishwasher, over and micro oven. It's large, as you can see, and includes the perfect space for both a dining table and a breakfast table."

I nodded, recalling the tiny table we currently used in our apartment. With our new, little son on the way, there would barely be any room.

Tiffany pointed into the next room- the living room. The walls were crimson and it contained a fireplace. It looked, well, roomy. "Our couch would fit right there," said Percy.

I laughed. "Men and their totally absurd room designments. No, no, babe. Right there." Percy raised his eyebrows like he wanted to argue, but sighed. "You're right, honey."

"Of course I am," I smuggly answered.

Tiffany lead us through the next door and we entered a small study. "Is there another one?" I demanded. "Percy works at a biology center and I'm an architect. We both need studies, seperate ones."

"There are five bedrooms and you can convert one into the study and there's a basement, as another option," she said.

Tiffany lead us upstairs. There were five beds and two and a half baths. Licia ran into the first bedroom and grinned. "Mommy, my bed can go right there and my dollies, too."

The master bedroom was huge. We could see exactly where everything would go. I already wanted to buy this house, no matter the price. The final bedroom was the smallest and I rubbed my midsection. "What do you think, huh? Do you like this room?"

My stomach lurched and I gasped. Percy grabbed my arm. "Are you okay? Annabeth?"

My eyes widened and I looked at him seriously. "We're going to have to buy this house. My water just broke."