[A/N: Hi, sorry it's been a while since I updated. I haven't really been getting much response to this story so I haven't really been writing. I'm sort of taking this as I go along, so updates WILL be slow. It's thanks to grumpyy that you guys have this chapter. Please review! I know I usually don't ask for reviews, but honestly, I need some constructive criticism. I need SOMETHING to know that this is actually being read. Thank you!]

Percy woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. It had been another nightmare. He can't even remember what it was about either. He just remembered being scared. He'd have nightmares every now and then, but it was something about this one that scared the shit out of him. He closed his eyes and laid back down again.

That was when Annabeth curled up to him and opened her eyes blearily.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice thick with sleep.

He nods.

"Fine. Just another dream. Go back to sleep." He answers. He's said those nine words countless times. Albeit, it had been less frequent as time went on…it didn't make it any less repetitive. He'd only remember flashes, like fighting the Gorgons before making his way to Camp Jupiter. And sometimes, his mind would twist reality so that Annabeth had died and he was left alone. Even when his memory had been wiped by Hera, Annabeth's face had clearly been imprinted on it. It was the nightmares with Annabeth that concerned him. He had faith in her ability, but now, with her pregnancy, he wasn't quite so sure anymore. They had yet to discuss the finer details.

She looks at him with worry in her face, but doesn't say anything. She shows her support in him by turning over and draping her leg across him. Annabeth pushes herself closer to him and gets up to kiss his cheek before lying back down.

In another time, she would have demanded to know what the nightmare was about, but ever since finding out how that had made him uncomfortable, she stopped. She expressed her concern in a more physical way. That too, had been an ingrained response.

After a while, she asks

"It's been a while. Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Annabeth, everything is perfect. It just happens." He says with a yawn. He rubs his eyes and turns over to face her, bringing his hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

She nods. "I-I just worry about you, you know."

He smirks slightly. Had this been the daytime, she never would have admitted it. Nighttime really did change things.

"I know. I do, too." He wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes. She snuggles closer to him and pulls her covers up again. For now, they were safe.

[A/N: Wow, what a crap ending. I had no idea how to finish this. ]