Annabeth yawns tiredly as she wraps a towel around herself. She had just finished taking a much-needed relaxation bath. Hot water really works wonders. The past week had been horribly busy. She'd been asked to work extra hours because a fellow co-worker had taken maternity leave. Little did they know she struggled with her own maternal problems. She picks up a comb and begins to run it through her hair. Never, had she been much for fashion, but it didn't mean she was going to walk around looking like a fool.

"Annabeth, dear."

Annabeth whips around, gripping her towel closer to her body as she wields her comb as a weapon. A really useless one, but still, a weapon.

"Mother?" she croaks. She gulped, unsure of what to say. It had been stupid of her to think that Athena would ignore the fact that one of her daughters was pregnant.

Athena stares at her daughter's face, a ghost of a smile passing through her lips.

"Honestly, I don't know why you're so scared. I knew this would happen."

"You…you did?" Annabeth squeaks. She feels embarrassed, clad in only her towel.

"Of course I did. Did you honestly think that I didn't see you two? Or that I wouldn't have seen this coming?"

"Well…no. I just…we haven't heard from you in so long! We thought you hadn't noticed. I didn't particularly think you cared."

Athena's face softens at the sight of her clearly distressed daughter.

"Of course I care. How could I not? Even if my grandchild is a grandson of Poseidon, that doesn't change the fact that the child is yours as well. Have you even told your father yet?"

Annabeth stares determinedly at the floor.

"No." she whispers, feeling her guilt burn through her.

If Annabeth had looked up, she would have seen anger flash in her mother's eyes. Annabeth knew she had to tell her father…she just couldn't possibly see how. It's not exactly easy.

"Annabeth! Your father deserves to know! You go tell him right now! How far along are you?"

"Almost three months." She answers meekly, pressing her hand on her stomach. The bump was beginning to show. She's proud of it. Happy, even. According to the gynecologist, the baby was developing normally.

"Shame on you. When I come back, I want to hear that you've told him. Understand?"

Annabeth glances up and nods before closing her eyes and looking away. When she looks up again, her mother is gone.

Percy fumbles with the keys to the apartment. He had been at work the whole day. The aquarium asked him to work the occasional Saturday and he never really minded. He loved his job. As the lock clicks open, he slides into the apartment before locking up again. They lived in New York City. You can't have unlocked doors in NYC!

He stretches again before saying

"Annabeth? You home?"

"Yeah." She calls from the room.

He walks into the room, and sees Annabeth dressed and sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her hair is still wet from her bath and she's running a hand up and down her stomach, frowning slightly. Her eyes are cast on one of the many pregnancy books they bought from Barnes & Noble.

His eyebrows crease, as his eyes cast on the familiar motion of Annabeth's hand.

"Is everything okay?" he asks gently, sliding down on the bed next to her.

"Yeah. M-my mom came." She says. She sounds oddly calm about it. Which was a definite new thing for her.

But Percy is surprised. His eyes go wide and he gulps nervously.

"What did she say?"

"She wasn't surprised. I guess you're in the clear!" she laughs feebly.

Percy inwardly rolls his eyes.

"And? You wouldn't be so…upset if she was just 'fine' with it."

"Percy…I haven't told my father yet." She whispers.

"I know." He answers steadily, staring her down.

"You really should." He adds as an afterthought.

"I know." She holds his gaze longer than she normally would have.

She knew she should, it's just she was scared. It's a difficult thing to do, especially when he's not even in your life. But, all things considered, he did have a right to know. She sighed inwardly and got up to fix her hair. Annabeth bent down to get her cellphone from where it was charging.

"Should I do it? Now?" she asks him.

Percy locks his eyes on her and nods.

Annabeth had never been yelled at like this by her father. She had angered him. When they talked, he spoke as if he was expecting her to abort the baby, and Annabeth in turn had gotten angry. She was an adult, thank you very much. She did not take to having decisions made for her very kindly. In fact, she absolutely hated it.

It had taken every ounce of her patience to not slam the phone down and throw it across the room in her fit of anger. Finally, he hung up, saying it was lunch time. Annabeth said her goodbyes and dropped the phone on her bed in relief.

Percy had been listening. That much was obvious.

Annabeth threw the door open and stalked past Percy, heading straight to the kitchen. When she came back, there was a tub of ice cream in her arms along with a scoop.

"Annabeth…? Are you okay?" Percy asks nervously before she pushed past him and went to their bedroom. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked in place. Percy sighed and left her to her own devices.

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