Hey guys. It's me again! And this time, I come bearing incredibly sad news: this is the very last chapter of my story "Bless the Broken Road". Thank you so much to everyone who favourited, followed and reviewed this story and any of my other stories. I appreciate it more than I can tell you, really.

I've been very busy over Christmas – by the way, I hope everyone had an awesome day ;) – and the time has come and gone for me to pen the very last chapter of "Bless the Broken Road". People say 13 is an unlucky number; I disagree. Any number can be unlucky; it just depends on how you look at it. Anyway, in Chapter 12, we left Percy and Annabeth at Percy's first major concert, and he proposed to Annabeth there! (For those of you who read, followed, favourited or reviewed the chapter and me, thank you.)

Now, it has come time to shed a tear or two, and read the very last chapter ever of my story "Bless the Broken Road".

I hope you really enjoy it. I've really enjoyed writing this story, and I think that you guys are just the best readers/FF writers ever.

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Chapter 13

Epilogue: five more years later...

Annabeth smiled as small hands touched her face, and stroked her nose, humming the entire

time. It was exactly the same way that Annabeth woke her every morning. Annabeth smiled again, opening her eyes into grey eyes so like her own.

"Hey, Phebes," she murmured, sleepily, reaching out and tweaking the five-year old's nose. Phoebe giggled. "Is it that time already?"

"Yup," she announced, grinning. "Daddy's finally coming home!" She did a small dance around the living room, singing the whole time. Annabeth smiled; Percy had been giving her lessons. Not singing lessons, per se.

It was more like teaching her the lyrics to every one of his favourite songs. As he'd said when Annabeth was in labour, "I'm not having my daughter grow up to be completely musically ignorant." She'd simply raised an eyebrow at him then, and he'd laughed, reaching over to stroke her hair.

Annabeth came back from her reminiscing as she felt small fingers touch the bump on her stomach. Phoebe wrinkled her nose as she did so. "Is Andy in there?" she asked, making a face. Annabeth laughed at her daughter's look of utter distaste. She stroked her hair, sitting up.

"Yup." Annabeth smiled. "He is. You were once, too." Phoebe frowned. "Was not!"

"Was too," Annabeth contradicted her gently. Phoebe grinned.

"How long?" she wanted to know. She had been asking the same question ever since they'd found out Annabeth was pregnant again.

"Hmm... I'd say about two weeks," Annabeth told her. Phoebe nodded, but her attention was already diverted. She reminds me so much of Percy, Annabeth thought, laughing slightly.

From inside the house, they could clearly hear the sound of tires turning off the road and onto the driveway outside.

"Daddy's home!" Phoebe practically shrieked. "Daddy! Daddy!" She ran to the door, and Annabeth got up slowly, dying to see Percy.

"Hey, where's my special girl?" she could hear him asking. She smiled. It was how he greeted Phoebe every time she met him at the door.

Giggles filled the hallway. "Right here," Phoebe replied. "Nuh-uh," Percy objected. "She's too grown-up." I swear, he's more of a child than Phoebe is, Annabeth thought, grinning.

Annabeth came into the hallway just as he picked Phoebe up and spun her around. She grinned. "Hey, Seaweed Brain," she said softly. "How was the sound check?"

"It was great," he replied, smiling. He came over and kissed her, making her smile again. "But I'm going to like it even better when you're there."

In the past ten years, Percy's career had skyrocketed. The record had gone over incredibly well with the public, and then a tour had been suggested. Percy had said no at first, when they'd found out that Annabeth had been pregnant with Phoebe, but now, when Phoebe was five years old and a baby brother was on the way, he couldn't put it off. The only condition he'd given on the matter of accepting the tour was that it be a year after Andy arrived.

He wanted to get to know his son.

"How's Sally?" Annabeth wanted to know. "And Emily and Paul?" Percy had told her he might visit them after the sound check.

Percy grinned. "They're all fine. They're in the middle of planning Emily's tenth birthday, and she's just decided that she wants a limo too. Thank God Sally published another book, and they both have full-time jobs. This party's going to cost more than a house."

Annabeth laughed. Even being Emily's sister-in-law, she'd found her to be an extremely determined child. She'd told Annabeth last week that she wanted to be an architect just like her. Annabeth would have been thrilled, except for the fact that Emily changed her mind on her future career every single day. Three weeks ago, it had been a pilot. Two months ago, it was a jockey. Over a year ago, it was an author.

She smiled thinking about it, and nearly missed the sharp pain in her stomach. She froze, and the pain came again. This time it was stronger.

"Percy," she whispered, starting to panic. Percy was talking and playing with Phoebe. He's not listening! He didn't hear you! she screamed inside her head.

"Percy," she said, louder. He still didn't respond. Annabeth was getting desperate now, especially as she'd just felt another sharp pain in her stomach.

"Mr. Jackson!" she shouted, and Percy whipped his head around, panicked and shocked.

"What?" he asked, his eyes wide. She put a hand on her stomach to steady herself, and said shakily, "It's time. Now."

"Now?!" Percy was suitably shocked, she could see that much. Phoebe simply stared at her mother and father, not understanding. "Are you sure?"

Annabeth gave him a look that could curdle milk. "Yes, Seaweed Brain, I'm sure it's labour and not indigestion."

Percy sat frozen on the couch. Annabeth gave up on him for a moment, and walked unsteadily over to the bench, grabbing a pencil and a notepad, glancing at her daughter. Despite being five years old, Phoebe seemed to be perfectly calm.

"Phoebe?" Annabeth scribbled quickly. "Call Grandma, and tell her that she needs to come over here with Auntie Emily and Grandpa Paul." She handed Phoebe the hastily scribbled phone number, and Phoebe ran off. Minutes later, they could hear her speaking into the phone.

"Mummy? Grandma says she'll be here in ten minutes," she called.

"Great, thanks, Phebes," Annabeth replied, sucking in a painful breath as another contraction occurred. She glanced at her husband; he was still sitting on the couch in shock. Exactly the same way he responded to Phoebe's birth five years ago, Annabeth thought wryly. Percy did not handle panic well.

"PERCY!" she shouted. He unfroze, and shouted, "What?" "I'm in labour," she told him, gasping at another contraction. "Get. The car. Now."

"Right!" he replied, dashing outside. Seconds later, the horn honked. Annabeth froze in her steps; what was she thinking? She glanced at Phoebe. She couldn't leave her here on her own!

"Phebes?" she found herself asking. "Do you want to come outside with Mummy?"

"Okay." Her daughter's grey eyes were serious as her small hand clasped hers. They walked outside, Annabeth gasping every ten minutes.

She nearly cried with relief when Paul's Prius drove up just as they made it to the car. "Sally!" she cried out, holding Phoebe out. "Go to Grandma, honey." Phoebe nodded and ran to the Prius. Sally slid out of the car, smiling as her granddaughter ran to her.

"We'll be right behind you!" she shouted. "Don't worry about a thing; I'll get your suitcase."

Annabeth nodded. Percy came out of the car and helped her inside the passenger seat.

Seconds later, they were on their way to the hospital.

Hang in there, baby, Annabeth thought, breathing deeply.

"He's beautiful," Percy breathed, as the nurse passed their son to a tired Annabeth.

"Yeah," she replied, softly. "He looks like you." Percy glanced at her, and then at their son, now asleep.

"I guess he does," he whispered, kissing Annabeth's forehead.

The door creaked open slightly as Phoebe poked her nose in.

"Grandma said I could come in, but she and Grandpa and Auntie Emily are waiting outside until the doctor says they can come in," Phoebe said, all in one breath.

"Thanks, Phebes," Annabeth smiled wearily at her daughter. "Come see your brother, Phoebe. Andrew Perseus Jackson."

Phoebe came over and peered at her baby brother. After a moment of marvelling at him, she wrinkled her nose. "He smells," she proclaimed, and Annabeth and Percy laughed.

"Maybe," Percy admitted softly. "But he's perfect. So were you," he added, smiling and drawing Phoebe to his side. He glanced at Annabeth, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. You're still perfect.

In the silence that followed, Percy began humming their favourite melody. It's the one that made all of this happen, Annabeth reminded herself, contentedly.

Bless the broken road that brought me to you, Annabeth thought, joining in with his humming.

Somehow, in that moment, carefully holding her son in one arm, and touching her husband and daughter with the other, Annabeth could tell that Percy was thinking the same thing.

And for the first time in a long time, Annabeth fully believed that it was true.

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