Annabeth:

"Percy just called. Luke's flight was cancelled. He and Alyssa aren't sure if he'll make it home by the end of break," a tall brunette told me. He was really cute. His brown hair was slipping into his deep blue eyes. He had to be around thirty-seven, though he looked a whole lot younger. He set his cell phone down on the kitchen table I was sitting at.

"Great. I let Luke spend spring break with Percy in Bermuda, and he might not get back in time for school. Perfect," I sighed. The man sat down beside him.

"Anna, it'll be okay. I'm sure Percy and Alyssa will have it al worked out so he'll be back. It's not like when Alyssa fought for she and Percy to have more custody. She's not trying to steal our son," he told me. I nodded. Wait, our son? Luke's father is Percy, not this guy, whoever he is.

"You're right, Connor. You're right. I'm just nervous about Luke being so far away," I sighed. Alyssa? Who was Alyssa? And why did she want my son? WHAT THE HADES IS GOING ON HERE?

"I know. Come on, you need some sleep. Let's get to bed," Connor told me. 'Lets'? As in 'Let Us'? As in us going to bed together? Why would we do that? I love Percy. And why was he in Bermuda? He moved? What was going on here.

"What would I do without you?" I smiled as I took his hand. Then I saw it.

A wedding ring. I was wearing a wedding ring.

Then it set in. I was married to Connor. Percy lived in Bermuda with a woman named Alyssa. And Luke was with him at the time. We were separated and moved on from each other.

"Mommy!" Luke started to shake me awake. He was still two. That meant it was all a dream, nothing else. I pulled Luke into a hug and kissed his head repeatedly.

"Mommy!" Luke yelled.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I just love you so so much," I clutched him tighter.

"I wuv you to, Mommy," Luke told me as if he was just trying to get out of my hug. I didn't blame him. If my dad had ever done this, not that I ever remember him doing it, I probably would have done the same. I even ignored the 'wuh' in his 'love'.

"Daddy just called. He said he's on his way," Luke warned me. Daddy. Percy. I wanted to sigh and lay back down to think. It didn't matter that that had been a dream. He was still leaving me and his son for Bermuda. Who's to say he wont meet and end up with someone named Alyssa? And I might meet and marry a guy named Connor. Luke might even go and spend Spring Break with him. Just because it didn't happen now, that doesn't mean it'll never happen.

I released Luke, and he waddled out of the room. I pulled back the tears. Crying doesn't help anything. It just makes you lose hydration you could need and make your face red. I don't need any of those things. I always knew I'd have to talk to Percy about this, but I wasn't ready to hear that one word that broke my heart every time I heard it.

Goodbye.

I slid out of bed and into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. Hurriedly, I rushed with brushing my teeth and brushing my hair. When was 'on his way'? My head hurt from a little too much red wine after calling Rachel. What? I was nervous. I needed something to calm me down, and it worked. Of course, now my head hurt like Zeus when Athena was born and my hair was in a curly mess. I just stick with white wine from now on.

The sound of a knock sent my world spinning. Either that or I had way too much to drink last night. Either or, someone knocked on the door. I ran down the stairs. This is it. Time to face the truth.

XXXXXXX

"I'll put him to bed," Percy whispered before taking the unconscious two year old to his room. It was late, and I had gotten out of talking about the letter this far into the day. So, now, I had taken in all the joy of seeing Percy, Luke, and I together without tension for what could be the last time. This time, I had that to thrive on as he would break the news to me. Athena would be proud for how I'm handling myself. Well, she wouldn't like how I was so wound up about this about a 'Sea Spawn', but that's another battle.

Percy came down the stairs looking cuter than ever, making me want to cry. Did he have to be so cute? Maybe he could get shorter or something to help me through this. Or like a terrible character flaw you just cant look pass. That could help.

"We need to talk," he warned me. I nodded. Here we go.

Percy:

"So, Annabeth the spy?" I asked as I held up the letter. She looked down, trying to blush or smile, but she was to nervous for that. I was nervous to, but this had to be done with. I had spent the last two sleepless nights thinking about this. Annabeth seriously I would just leave her for something so simple as this. I loved her, and she didn't trust me. I had been in love with her from the time we were eleven, and she still didn't trust me. You'd think saving her life would settle that one, but apparently not.

"Percy, I had to," Annabeth told me taking a seriousness that was usually saved for mom moments with our son, "I was nervous for Luke. I told you that when you stepped in as dad, you couldn't just leave it."

"I'm not trying to leave it," I said with an anger boiling inside me. Why would she think that? I had been trying my hardest since the day I found out about Luke to be the best father I could be when most would have been sent running home in fear.

"Percy, you're going to Bermuda. If you don't call it trying to get away, then I don't know what trying to get away is," Annabeth crossed her arms. A glint in her grey eyes sent fear coursing through my veins like it used to when we were younger. I used to think that, just like being with the oracle from when we were younger, if I looked at that look for too long, I would go crazy. That fact still seemed to be in effect. I took a breath to let the fear subside. Okay, I can continue now.

"They asked me. I didn't ask them, okay?" I defended. I didn't have to go. You'd think a daughter of Athena would get that, but nooooo. I get the one that's scared of feelings and taught our five year old more words than I knew by the time I was in sixth grade. Well, at least he talks. I know kids who barely talk at all. Wait, wasn't I fighting with Annabeth a minute ago? Yeah, I was. Let's get back to that.

Annabeth's grey eyes shifted. Unaware on if she should let the tears release or if she should narrow her eyes, her voice faltered, something she hadn't done in a long time. I tried not to look at the fact that I had done that to her. Instead, I guiltily looked down at the ground.

"Percy, you didn't ask for Hawaii. But you still left," Annabeth's eyes were watering as she managed to whisper. I took a step back. That's what she really thought of me. She still saw me as the twenty-six year old who left her with a kid. Before I could find words, Annabeth ran out the front door, slamming it behind her.

"Annabeth!" I called out as I followed. How did this happen? I swear, Aphrodite hates me. I'm sure of it. Maybe it's because I said anyone who'd date Ares would have to be ugly. Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Some people just cant get rid of a grudge. Even when I give her a perfect soap-opera-like show for my life.

"What?" she asked, not looking up. Her blonde curls were spilling into her face. Tears were spilling down on to her tee-shirt. I sat down beside her on the brick steps. The spring air had set in, and it would have felt sweet had Annabeth not been crying beside me.

"I'm sorry," I finally told her, letting the cool night air set in. Part of me wanted to slip off my jacket and put it around her arms, but I didn't. It didn't seem like the right thing to do at the very moment.

"You're going aren't you? It'd be a great opportunity. Better than Hawaii," Annabeth told me. Before I could answer, she continued, "It was your dream when we were younger. This is perfect for you. You get to live your dream," her voice pained to tell me.

"Annabeth, you really don't get it do you?" I smiled. She looked up at me with eyes that had long lost hope. I had to admit, she had every right to look like that. Her first love died telling her he loved her, and she had to tell him she only loved him like a brother. She ran away from her father when she was seven, and until her son, when she was twenty-six, wasn't close to him. She spent six months losing her mind when I was kidnapped by the Romans. She was then forced to choose between saving me from being a household pet or following CeCe. Then, her best friend came back from the grave and left to join Artemis in the Hunters. Luke tricked her into holding up the weight of the world. She then had to put up with me when I was all 'Team Rachel' and avoided her because she hated Rachel. Then, who knows how many other things happened to her.

Long story short: she has had a tough life.

Just because, she had every little right to have lost hope, that doesn't mean I want her to. I used to be the reason she didn't leave us for Luke when we were younger. She was the reason I carried on, and I wanted to do the same for her. If Annabeth hadn't been Luke's mother, I would have been scared to death about being a father, not that I already wasn't, but I knew Annabeth would be there to help me with Luke. So, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Get what?" she asked, her voice soft and broken.

"Annabeth, when we were younger, you never asked me what my dream was. You saw my major and assumed," I told her looking out at the stars.

"Then what is you dream?" Annabeth asked with fear.

"Annabeth, ever since I was a kid, sure, I wanted a great job, but that wasn't really it. I wanted you, Annabeth. I wanted to settle down, get married, and have a child. Sure, it happened out of order, but I still want that," I told her. She was still looking up at me.

"You- you do?" her voice pained.

"Annabeth, I still do, and I always will," I told her.

"I love you, Percy," Annabeth cried. I'm pretty sure they were happy tears, but I'm not sure. So, pulled her close to me.

"I love you, Annabeth," I whispered in her ear.

"So, are you still moving?" Annabeth asked still in my grasp.

"No, Annie, I'm not moving," I smiled.

"Good," Annabeth smiled.

So, no Bermuda. Ehh, anyway, you'll never believe this. My writing may be a little ehh… anyway, the reason would be that my friend, Seth moved to a seat behind me, and I cant go ten minutes without laughing at him. So, as you can tell, my school work is going