Thank you for indulging me with your reviews. I love suggestions and I had actually already written a brief part in Piper's POV when I first started writing this story. It takes place on the Argo II though. And of course there are parts in Percy's POV coming up. Is there anyone else's POV you'd like to read? And what would you like their POV about generally?

"Hey, what's up?"

Annabeth looked up at Piper and Jason. She looked between their two faces. When they noticed, they both blushed looking away from each other.

"You two look happy," she commented, trying to keep her own negative feelings to herself. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." Jason rubbed the back of his neck and glanced toward the trees. "I promised Leo I'd take a look at his plans again. Um, I've gotta go?"

Annabeth raised her eyebrows when he said, softer, to Piper, "See you tonight?"

"Tonight, huh?"

Piper turned even redder. "Yeah, the concert and fireworks."

Some kids from the Apollo cabin had coordinated with the Aphrodite cabin and were putting on a concert for the other demigods followed by fireworks on the beach. Malcolm, Will and Katie had all offered her the position of third wheel on their own dates but she politely declined.

"So, that's happening?" Annabeth asked and gestured for Piper to sit down.

Piper giggled and stopped untying her shoes for a few seconds to hide her face behind her knees. "Finally, right? I feel so giddy and just – like a normal girl again. It's a weird feeling after the past few months, you know?"

Annabeth smiled kindly although she never felt not normal. From a young age, being tormented by spiders and hunted by monsters was normal to her. She lived at camp for nearly nine years, which was more than half her lifetime.

Sighing, she rubbed her rounded belly. "Baby won't stop moving all the time."

Annabeth leaned back, kicking her legs against the resistant water of the pond. She grabbed Piper's hand and placed it on her stomach. Piper squeaked a little in surprise.

"Does it keep you up at night?" she asked after she had relaxed a bit.

She hmm'd non-committal. "Among other things," she said so quietly Piper almost didn't hear her. She watched the naiads beneath the surface of the lake and felt her mask slipping. She returned to thinking about what she was thinking about before Piper had joined her.

"Are you doing okay?" Piper asked, concerned at Annabeth's seemingly sudden change of mood. Her hand still on Annabeth's bump, she tried to catch her eye.

Annabeth looked up, brushing her hair out of her face. "Yeah." She smiled. Hoping Piper didn't notice the tears brimming in her eyes, about to spill over, she continued, "It's just about time for my nap. I've been so exhausted these days. Growing a human and what not."

With forced laughter she slipped her feet out of the water and got up.

"I'll see you later, Pipes."

Later that evening Annabeth lay in Percy's bed breathing in the scent of the sea when the door to Cabin 3 opened. She shot up, swinging her legs off the bed.

"Per –" his name died in her throat. It was his half brother.

"Annabeth, what are you doing in here?" Tyson lumbered over to her and she flinched. She didn't know why she flinched. It was a reaction from another time when Percy was just her quest buddy and she didn't know that not all Cyclops were horrible creatures that wanted to kill all demigods.

She forced herself to look in to his one muddy brown eye and said honestly, "Just missing Percy, you know?"

His giant eye filled and he burst into tears. "I do know!" He collapsed on the bed next to her making the mattress sink a good few inches. She patted his back. "I always wish that I will see him the next time I walk into father's cabin b-b-but I – I never do!" He sobbed loudly.

"There, there, Big Guy," Annabeth half-heartedly tried to console him but only seemed to make it worse.

"Ahhh, Percy always c-c-called m-me B-Big Guy!"

"Don't cry, Tyson. We'll see him in no time. Just a few more months."

He wiped his nose on the back of his hand and gulped. "You're right." He watched himself scratch at a scab on his arm. "I am going to the fireworks with Juniper tonight. You should come," he said absentmindedly.

"Grover's Juniper?" Annabeth tilted her head.

"Yes, yes," Tyson smiled wide and turned to face her. "Grover is still on his way back from his last search and doesn't think he'll make it back on time. Juniper is my friend so I keep her company."

A loud pop-pop-pop-poppop had Annabeth looking out the window. Blues and reds filled the sky in a brilliant display of color. She saw the silhouettes of couples on the beach, most of them sitting with their arms wrapped around each other or hands touching. Even though it was a warm night, she shivered.

Her heart hurt so badly she couldn't bear it for another second.

Biting her lip, she tentatively raised a fist to the white-painted door. Her heart was racing. She didn't know if she would be welcomed here, especially in the middle of the night.

Annabeth knocked.

When no one came to answer ten minutes later she let her head fall forward to hit the door. No one was coming. She zipped her jacket closed and adjusted her winter coat hanging over her arm before turning around.

Her mind raced with unkind thoughts. She felt alone and abandoned … and a little dramatic but she was seven months pregnant so sue her.

The porch lights turned on and she held her breath. She listened to the chain being unhooked and the lock unlocking. The door squeaked open – one of the few things she remembers about this place.

"Annabeth?"

She turned around, tears streaming down her face. "Daddy?"

He rushed forward and pulled her tight to him. "What're you doing here, Honey?" he sounded more confused than tired and he didn't sound at all angry.

"I –" hiccup "Just really –" hiccup "Needed to see you."

"Frederick?" a woman's voice came from inside. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were squinted at the brightness of the lights and her hair was half falling out of the bun on the top of her head. "It's three in the morning. What's she doing here?"

Annabeth sobbed harder.

"Let's go inside, Annabeth." Her father led her in with an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

He wrapped her in a blanket and sat by her side on the sofa. They waited for her stepmom to put some water on the stove.

"What're you doing here, Annabeth?" she asked, not unkindly, just tired. "You should've called and let us know you were coming."

"I just wanted to see you," Annabeth cried to her father. She held on tightly to his hands. "I'm just so tired."

"It's what pregnancy does to you."

Annabeth's breath stuttered and she completely ignored her stepmom. "I-I-I miss him."

"Sweetie," Frederick rubbed her arm. "I know it's hard, but you're not alone."

"Yes, I am!" She buried her face in the softness of the gray blanket. "I'm at school most of the week and people just talk shit about me –"

Ignoring their surprised, "Annabeth!" she continued, "And at camp people talk shit about me. Everybody is scared to talk to me and they won't let me do anything. Percy's been missing for three months now and I'm – I'm scared, okay?"

"Honey …"

"I don't want to do this without him."

A whistle sounded from the kitchen and Mrs. Chase went to go check on it.

Annabeth caught her breath and said, "I can do anything by myself but I don't want to do it without him."

"I can fly to New York around your due date so you're not alone," he tried to console her.

"I don't care about doing it alone," she cried. "I care that no matter what he's not going to be there."

I didn't have this part of the story planned until this week when I decided I should write a little of the other characters more. I had completely forgot she would be in school so I had to add that part in last time as well. I hope you enjoyed this "chapter."