"Daddy! I'm alllll ready!" called Sam, and I realized that Sam was walking down the stairs. Aphrodite raised an eyebrow and walked inside.

"Come on in," I said. She smiled at me, making my heart beat faster. Just a little, she didn't have as much as an effect on me now that I was used to it, but when the love goddess winks at you, you can't just NOT react.

"Hi, darling!" she squealed, as Sam got to the bottom of the stairs, "You look just like your daddy!"

"Daddy says that I have strait hair like my mommy," Sam said proudly.

"It's is much neater than his was," she said.

"Aphrodite, this is my son Sam," The gods and goddesses no doubt knew about him, but none of them ever met him. I tried to not draw attention to Sam, but it seemed like everyone wanted to visit all the sudden, "Sam, this is...um..." how should I put this... this is the love goddess, Aphrodite? Thankfully, Aphrodite stepped in.

"I'm your Aunt Aphrodite!" she said, giving Sam a hug. Sam seemed startled at first, but eventually hugged back. Sam wasn't shy, and plus Aphrodite probably had some sort of effect on him.

"You have the same eyes as my Aunt Piper!" Sam said, happy he noticed the fact,

"I met her yesterday,"

"Only yesterday?" asked Aphrodite, looking at me. I shrugged, causing Aphrodite to roll her ever changing eyes.

"Sam, I'll just be a second. Why don't you go get your jacket from the closet?" I asked, and Sam nodded.

"By Aunt A…Aphro...Aphro...uh..."

"Aphrodite," I whispered to him, and he blushed, embarrassed. I don't blame him. It's a hard name to remember and pronounce for a 5 year old.

"Bye Aunt Aphrodite!" he said, walking off to the closet.

"Bye Sam!" she called. She turned to me, "He's a cutie! I can see all the girls trying to date him now!" she said, her eyes shimmering.

"Not that I don't love you coming, because I do, but why-"

"Why did I come? Easy! You know how your love life interests me," she said. I groaned.

"You are the third person to be interested in my love life," I noted. She shook her head.

"I had been interested in your love life since you were 12 and met Annabeth. How is she, by the way?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her in years,"

Aphrodite giggled at that, and grinned. She definitely knew something I didn't, but I couldn't figure it out. "If you love something set it free! Ahh so romantic! You never stopped loving her, did you!?" she cried.

"Aphrodite-"

"I knew it!" she said.

I tried again "Aphrodite-"

"Anyway, I'm here to remind you if you ever need help with getting a girl I know the perfect one!"

"Blind date?" I asked, dejectedly. She shook her head, her hair bouncing whilst turning from curls to waves.

"You will meet her naturally. I think sometime this week. Just know when you fall deeply in love that I'm not doing anything with that. You are just that in love,"

"Thanks?" I asked, more confused than before.

"Of course! I'm out. Oh, before I go- your dad said to do a little praying. He misses you, and wants to meet his grandson,"

"Okay," I said.

"A lot of us wanna meet him, actually. Us Olympians. You should take him to camp half blood. Then we could visit! We did that with my beautiful granddaughter Marcy. She has her dad's eyes! So cute!"

"But Sam is only 1/4 god, so would he even get through the border? And what if his scent never gets strong? That means he can live a normal life. Ya know, one without training every summer,"

"But that's boring," Aphrodite pushed.

"But safer," I said.

"Maybe not. What if his scent does get stronger?"

"He's only 5. I'll think it over. And tell my dad I'll be in touch tonight," I said.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Man, I was right. You got sexy with age," She said, making me blush, "I mean you haven't had grey hair since you held the sky, and you are still ripped!"

"Thanks, Aphrodite," I said.

"Bye Percy! I'm telling everyone you said hi," she told me. With that she started to shine, and I turned away, closing my eyes. After the flash subsided,

I went to the kitchen, where Sam was waiting with my jacket. He held it up to me, and I took it from him. Slipping it on, I grabbed my keys from their hook on the wall, and I followed Sam out to the garage.

"Daddy! Make the songs really loud!" Sam called, from the backseat. Right in the middle, like always.

"Okay, buddy. All buckled?" I asked. Sam replied with a 'mmhmm'. I turned up the music, and pulled out of the driveway. Sam stared out the window, his green eyes scanning his surroundings as they passed him by. 15 minutes later, we pulled into the supermarket, and Sam hastily unbuckled. He was probably bored of sitting in the car- he does have ADHD, remember?

"Careful opening up the door, Sam," I said, as he hopped out.

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'm not gonna hit anything," he replied. I smirked at my son. He almost hit multiple car doors in his short lifetime.

"Do we need to get a cart!?" Sam asked, his eyes getting big. I laughed- Sam loved pushing the cart. He had to reach his hands up above his head to reach the handle to push, but he still loved it.

"Not this time, buddy. We just need some bread for Ms. Collins' house tonight,"

"I love pasta," Sam told me, as we walked into the store.

"I know you do," I replied. My hands swung carelessly, and I could see Sam eyeing the candy aisle.

"I love pizza even more," he continued.

"I love pizza, too. Mario's is the best," I said. Sam nodded, grinning from ear to ear. He loved it when we had things in common. He probably felt like it strengthened our connection.

We got to the bakery section, and I walked over to where there was a basket full of loaves of Italian bread.

"You wanna pick?" I asked, and Sam nodded. He went over, and picked up a loaf that seemed evenly baked, and smelt delicious. "Great choice!" I said, as he handed it to me. We walked to one of the lines at the cash register, which had an average sized line. There was a group of 3 teenagers, probably 17 years old standing in front of me. One girl had strait blonde hair that fell down to around her shoulders and grey eyes. The second girl had light blue eyes accompanying light brown hair that got lighter until it was blonde at the tips.

I think the girls in my gym class called in ombre. The third kid, a boy, had tan skin, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. They were all tapping their feet and nervously looking around, as if expecting something bad to happen. They were probably demigods on some sort of quest.

"Come on!" grumbled the blonde, rolling her head back and forth.

"Calm down," said the boy, softly. He wasn't sniping at her, but honestly trying to calm her down.

"We should be moving on!" she complained.

"We'll get it, don't worry,"

"How can I not worry!" she argued, raising her voice.

"Britt, calm down!" he said, his voice starting to raise too.

"εσείς και οι δύο πρέπει να σταματήσει! Δεν θέλουμε να μας επιτεθεί τέρατα!" whispered/hissed the third kid, the girl with the ombre hair. She had talked in perfect Greek, saying 'you both have to stop! We don't want monsters attacking us!'. Definitely demigods.

"We need to focus. Look, we are next. After the lady," she said, talking in English again. Sam was preoccupied by looking at the various candy and magazines on the racks in front of him, so I cleared my throat.

"τι εσείς ψάχνετε; Σε μια αναζήτηση, υποθέτω."(what are you guys looking for? On a quest, I presume) I whispered, and they all stiffened, turning around to face me slowly. The boy was clutching his jacket, ready to whip out a knife-I was presuming.

"Ποιος είσαι εσύ?" hissed the blonde, Britt, her steely eyes staring right at me, as if daring me had I been a monster.

"Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon," I whispered, giving them a half nod.

"Seriously?" asked the boy, letting go of his stiff posture, and relaxing. They probably have heard of Annabeth, Grover, Thalia, all the rest of my friends and I saving Olympus. Twice. But hey, who's counting?

"Prove it," the girl with ombre hair said, hesitantly.

"When I lost my memory and got put at the Roman camp by Hera, I got a tattoo to go on a quest," I said, lifting my sleeve a little to show the bottom of my tattoo. The stripe and the bottom of the trident showed, pure black.

"I believe it," said the boy.

"Of course you do, Shawn," said the girl.

"Shut up, Ashlyn," Shawn said.

"So I'm guessing you are a daughter of Athena?" I asked Britt. She nodded. Blonde hair paired with grey eyes? It could be nothing else. "Not sure about you two, though," I said.

"My father is Ares," said Ashlyn. That was a bit of a surprise; since I thought those kids were all big and muscular. Not that Ashlyn wasn't-but she had more of a runner's body.

"My mom is Demeter," said Shawn.

"So what's the quest?" I asked, curious. I looked over, to make sure Sam was still with me, and he was trying on different sunglasses, making faces to himself in the little mirror.

"We aren't supposed to tell anyone..." Shawn said, a little upset that he couldn't share.

"I get it, I get it. You guys are up," I said, nodding at the cash register that was now open.

"Good luck, guys," I said, before they left.

"Bye! Thanks!" they responded.

"Do you know them, Daddy?" asked Sam, as I pulled out some money to pay for the bread.

"Not really. But I recognized a shirt that one of them was wearing from a camp I used to go to," I replied. Not a full out lie. I'm pretty sure I saw orange underneath Shawn's jacket for a second.

"What camp?" he asked, curious.

"I'll tell you about it later. For right now, we have to get home before Ms. Collins starts to cook without us,"

AN:

New update! Hope you guy's enjoyed it. For those of you who miss Annabeth's POV, don't worry; I plan the next chapter in her POV. For those of you who don't: Percy POV will follow soon after. A little something for everyone!

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