Percy flopped down on the couch, turning the TV on with the remote in a huff. Annabeth had taken the kids to see a fencing tournament in the next town over, but he had a sword fighting class to teach down at camp in an hour. He was stuck at home. Extremely bored.

The Hephaestus channel was airing a daylong marathon of a documentary series about the Cyclops' metalworking, which Tyson would enjoy but Percy was not.

Leo really needs to punch his dad in the face for me he thought.

He was starting to think the fire in the fireplace was more interesting. It was at least mesmerizing and therefore kept his attention, rather than making him want to jump into Tartarus again.

Okay, no repeating THAT mess.

He stared at the fireplace, a wedding gift from Hestia which was no different from the TV as the documentary was showcasing the furnaces. His attention wandered to the large photo hanging above it.

It was a glossy print of a picture taken on his and Annabeth's wedding day.

Gods, did he look stupid with the combination of tuxedo (mandated by his mother), armor (mandated by Chiron) and Praetor cape (expected by the Roman guests, enforced by Hazel). But he had felt like the luckiest man alive anyway. Not many demigods could say they were marrying their middle school best friend/high school girlfriend. But there she was holding his hand in the forefront of the frame, absolutely beautiful and his.

He smiled, remembering the day seventeen years ago like it was yesterday.

The picture had been taken in the evening. They were standing with their friends, the five other demigods of the prophesy, a firework in the shape of the Argo going off in the background.

Man, Frank and Hazel weren't even done with their service yet he recalled, seeing them embracing in the photo. Seven marks lined the tattoos on their arms.

Leo had that mad look in his eyes he still had today as he smiled wildly in the photograph. Jason, to Percy's eternal jealously, looked infinitely better in his praetor cape as Piper leaned on his shoulder.

Grinning to himself, Percy turned his gaze to the myriad photos placed on the mantle just under it.

He smiled tenderly at the one of his first son, the day he was born. Annabeth was lying tired but ridiculously happy on the hospital bed while Frank was taking his turn holding him. Percy sat on the bed next to her as they both watched their friend cradle their new baby son. Jason had refused to hold the boy, saying he was scared he'd drop him. Percy had teased him for it as his own son was due in four months at the time.

Percy and Annabeth had made the mistake of letting Percy's mother name him. She decided to call him Odysseus, because that was Athena's beloved hero. Or because "Perseus" hadn't been enough damage.

Many of the other photos were like a time-lapse slideshow of Odysseus growing up. There was one of him still in diapers, playing in the sea (Percy had instilled a love of water in him). Being read his first Dr. Seuss book (Annabeth had imparted to him her love of reading as well). Holding his baby sister when he was a toddler. Blowing out the candles on his most recent birthday, his fifteenth. Bringing his girlfriend home for the first time. Trying to read dressed in his armor after a game of capture the flag as Jason's boy was giving him a nuggie decked out in his high school football uniform.

Percy tore himself out of his memories. He palmed riptide, ready to go trash a few teenagers with it in class, when the phone rang.

"Hi Dad, it's me."

"Odie, are you on a cellphone? Your mother's told you a million times, emergencies only."

"Mom said it was okay. She told me to tell you your team's winning 'cause you have a bet on the tourney with Uncle Jason."

"…Odie, when you meet a girl like your mother, you marry her. You marry her immediately."

"Whatever you say, Dad. Anyway, I gotta go, the match is getting real good! Uh, Mom said not to eat the pie in the fridge until after dinner and that we're having pizza."

"Great! I'm off to teach a class anyway."

"Okay, see you at home, Dad."

"See ya. Love you."

"Yeah, you too, Dad."

Percy uncapped Riptide, put on some armor and walked out the door. He couldn't wait to get back to eat that pie and hear about that match.

A/N: Because all I want out of the last book's epilogue is Percy and Annabeth having a happy family like Percy imagined. This chapter is speculative, but I hope you enjoyed it! The wedding photo is based off my one shot Something Blue. Check it out if you'd like!

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