Author's note: I've noticed myself going back and forth between the first and third person's perspective in this story, so I'm stopping that by just sticking to first, past tense. Thanks for your suggestions. I'm trying to cater to them to make the story as awesome as possible for you!
Annabeth
I was feeling particularly fat that day. I didn't want to have to wear maternity clothes; they just reminded me of how big I was going to get.
"Annabeth, what do you think of this one?" Percy's mom asked from a few feet away.
"It's okay, Mrs.- I mean Mom. I think five pants and eight shirts is quite enough." I laughed half-heartedly. Shoot, I forgot to call her 'mom' again. Why can't she just let me call her what I always have?
"If you say so. I'm sorry I'm doting on you, I'm just excited. I'm about to be a grandmother."
"It's okay. I'm excited too, but really nervous."
"Who isn't with their first child? Come on, we'd better get home to Percy." She smiled.
Percy
I couldn't get up. It was like being in a coma- I've been through some of those before. I was telling my body to move but it wasn't even trying to respond. Poseidon helped me to my feet, but I was too dizzy. Wow, have I really become so attached to this baby that I've never even met? I don't even think attached is the right word... I love this kid.
I found my strength and stood, still a bit dizzy, but I was up. "They're not taking that baby from me. It's not happening."
Poseidon tried to stop me, but I was pissed. This was my child they were talking about. I stomped into that throne room with way less fear than I should have had. "The answer is no. I don't care how scared you are of our baby. We will raise him or her the best damn way we can. After all I've done to save all of you, you owe me this. This just got personal and you will meet my demands."
Zeus, Poseidon, and Hera looked shocked. Artemis looked extremely pleased- at least I knew her answer. And Athena, the being in that room that hated me the most, had the most satisfying look of begrudged admiration. I knew my reckless actions had just saved my baby... for now, at least.
Annabeth
I got home to a shaken-looking Percy watching daytime television. I didn't really blame him, that stuff does suck. But I knew there was something more to his expression than that. There was fear mixed with relief. It was the oddest combination.
"What happened?" I ventured cautiously.
Percy looked like he was considering how to say something... Oh no. Was my first thought.
He told me the entire story. I was in shock. By the end of it, tears streamed down my face. I had become surprisingly close to this child and now they wanted to take it away? How dare they! My shock turned to rage.
"Calm down, Annabeth. I made them swear on the River Styx that they wouldn't hurt you or the baby."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but they don't usually keep those promises. You happened because your dad broke that dumb promise," I screamed. As soon as I said it, I felt bad. "Percy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just-"
"Whatever, Annabeth. If you don't want me here, go home."
"Home for me is wherever you are." I started to cry.
Percy hugged me, "Stop crying. I'm sorry, too."
Right then, I remembered something. It had been almost three months and I still hadn't told my dad. Damn it, we can't catch a fucking break!
