I do not own Percy Jackson or The Seven Year Hitch.

Looking back on it now, it probably wasn't wise to leave Annabeth alone in the house undefended while in the bathtub, but at the time it seemed like the only option. I remembered taking out the divorce papers I had hidden in the back of my desk drawer for a long time. I stared at Annabeth's signature on the page and the empty spot designated for me. I had finally come to my senses and signed the darn thing.

After that I took out another piece of paper and started to write a long winded letter about the depths of my affection, and promptly threw it away. I ended up with a short little message saying that I only wanted the best for her, so I was leaving. I would be moved out by the end of the week and rooming with Grover until he had to go back to New York.

In truth there was so much more that I wanted to say to her, but it all boiled down to the fact that I love her. And because I love her, I want her to be happy. And if being with Luke makes her happy, then I would get out of the way. It didn't make it any easier, but I kept telling myself that if she was happy then it would be all worth it.

I got up off of the couch at the sound of the doorbell after trying to get Zeus' weight off of me. My surprise must have been evident on my face when I opened the door, because Grover was standing there with a sheepish look on his face. He held up both hands like he was showing me he was here to do no harm.

"Hey Annabeth, sorry to bother you. Percy said you would be busy so I was just going to pick up his last box of things and drop off his key." Grover walked into the house and quickly went about gathering up the last of Percy's belongings and set his key on the kitchen counter.

As he stood there making a mental inventory, I happened to see a menu for Tobey's sitting on top. Grover must have seen me look at it because he pulled it out and handed it to me to look at. When I opened the trifold, I saw Percy's slightly messy writing on the inside indicating all of our favorites and crossed out the stuff we didn't like. On the back of the menu, there was more writing of Percy's. This time it said, "Don't forget to stop and smell the mini tacos". It made me smile.

Grove was very observant because he saw that tiny little smile on my face.

"Yeah, Percy is a great guy isn't he?"

"He sure is."

Grover sighed and looked around the house before heading towards the door. But before he stepped out he turned back to me.

"You know Annabeth, he's still the Percy we all know and love."

"Oh, I don't love-love him."

"Oh come on Annabeth. Sure you do. Remember that despite all of his Percy-ness, it's all that Percy-ness that makes him an amazing best friend. That guy that gave you back your slinky."

And with that, Grover turned and left with the last trace of Percy that I had left in the house.

Since Percy and I had divorced, Luke and I had a long talk about our future, and the wedding was back on. We went out to lunch every day together to talk about our day and just be with each other. But something wasn't right. It's like we weren't clicking. I shook it off and chalked it up to wedding jitters. Everything would fall into place once we were married.

Today we were heading to a small little cafe close to Luke's work. I was a little upset that it couldn't be a little more accommodating to both of our work places, but I didn't say anything. In the grand scheme of life, who cared? I got out of the car, locked the doors with the fob, and headed towards the cafe.

As I walked past I glanced through the giant window beside the door. I saw Luke sitting at a little table for two looking at his phone, probably checking his emails. That was when a very tall, very blonde, and very touchy barista came over the the table and set down a coffee in front of Luke. I wouldn't have been bothered by it, if she hadn't stayed just a little too long at the table, and hadn't had her hand on Luke's shoulder for just a little too much time.

Again, I tried to ignore it, but my drawing point was when I saw her take out a pen from her apron and write down something on a napkin. By now, I had seen enough. I barged into the cafe as fast as I could and stormed over the the table Luke was sitting at. As soon as I was there, I perched myself on Luke's lap and gave him the most toe curling kiss I could. His face was surprise and shock, while the girl's was jealous and annoyance.

I broke the kiss and nuzzled our noses together. I feigned ignorance at the perplexed woman standing awkwardly by the table. She must have realized that she wasn't welcome anymore and left to go stand behind the cash register and glare daggers at me. I sat down in my own chair and gave a pointed look to Luke.

"I hope that it was clear why I did that."

Luke just gave me a shrug. "I guess. But it wasn't even a big deal Annie. She was just doing her job."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, her job is to take orders, not flirt with engaged men."

"If it helps her get tips she should do it. Heck you would probably get more business if you went to work in a pencil skirt and a little more cleavage instead of those pantsuits you always wear."

I decided not to even reward that with a response. That was exactly how things had been between us since my divorce with Percy. I just sat there waiting for my food that I ordered, sitting across from a fiance that couldn't take two seconds to glance up from his phone. I was so deep in thought that the food came, and all I did was absentmindedly pick at it with my fork. When I was done shoving food around on my plate, I continued to sit there and wait for an actual conversation with Luke, but everything we talked about was mundane and had no depth.

I thought about just leaving, until Luke actually looked at me for the first time since I walked in.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked me.

I hadn't even moved to get up. "I'm thinking about leaving, my lunch break is almost over." I said matter of factly.

"No, not that. With your hand. What are you doing?"

I hadn't even realized, but while I had been sitting there thinking, my hand had gone up and started fiddling with my earlobe. Feeling the absence of the owl earrings that Percy had given me when we were children was something I wasn't used to. I never took them out and then when the divorce happened I had to give them back, like I would a ring.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess I'm just use to wearing earrings."

"Okay, well I'll just have to get you new ones so you don't do that at the wedding."