A/N: Dear readers,

I'd just like to thank you all for sticking with the story and reviewing. So, if I was like a professional writer or something, I would dedicate this to my readers.

And, I forgot to put a disclaimer in, so here goes:

I Do Not Own PJO or Anything Associated With Said Series in Any Way, Shape, Form, or Matter. Thank You For Understanding.

The Wonderful Author,

Annabeth and Percy 4ever! :D

Unless you're one of Athena's brainchildren, I hope you never have to enter the nightmare of meeting her.

But that's just my opinion.

We walked about a quarter mile to my mother-in-law's louse of a house. It was extremely boring, like the Annabeth cabin at Camp Half-Blood.

Annabeth rang the doorbell. The chime was the William Tell Overture. Why put that in a doorbell?

The goddess who was the most awful one EVER answered the door.

"Annabeth, dear. Nice to see you," her voice dropped in distaste for the rest of what she said. "Perseus. Not so much. Come in, dear, and idiot."

"Thanks, Athena," I said sarcastically.

"That's Your Majesty to you, young man," she sneered at me.

"No thanks. I think I'll call you Mommy-kins instead," I shot back, grinning my head off.

"Percy! Not now!" hissed my wife in my ear.

"Fine," I shrugged in defeat.

Athena made us sit at a long, plain dining room table with her while her butler fetched us tea.

"Now, Annabeth Minerva, my favorite daughter. Why have you dropped in?" asked Athena warmly.

"I have an announcement, Mom," said Annabeth brightly.

"Announce away, my dear."

"Mom, I'm pregnant with triplets."

"Annabeth, that's great! But please tell me they aren't his. Perhaps a doctor?" Athena shot me a look.

"I'm a dentist," I cut in.

Annabeth sighed and said, "Mom, they are his. And mine. You two have to get over this!"

"Not gonna happen," I said at the same time as Athena said, "Certainly not!"

"Can we leave dear Mommy-kins please?" I pleaded to Annabeth.

"Sure," Annabeth exhaled. "Who do we go to now?"

"My dad."

"Okay."

We poofed to my dad's wonderful underwater palace. I was about to make an air bubble for Annabeth's head, but then I realized that she couldn't drown and I didn't have to worry about it.

"Hi dad!" I greeted to my 20-foot-tall dad, who was seated on his throne.

"Oh, hello son! Oh, you've brought Annabeth with you! Come, sit down!" he insisted as he pointed to two chairs to the side of him that were built for other 20-foot-tall beings. Annabeth and I enlarged ourselves to fit, and for the first time, I felt god-like. We sat down.

"Lord Poseidon, we have great news!" smiled Annabeth.

"Oh, Annabeth. I'm your father-in-law! Call me Dad."

"Um... okay... Dad. Our news is this: I'm pregnant with triplets!"

Poseidon let out a hearty laugh and congratulated both of us.

He looked at me and asked me, "Did you tell anyone else?"

"Yes," I said. "Cranky."

"Athena?" he guessed.

"Yep."

"She mean to you?"

"Yep."

"Sorry, son. It's my fault. I'll try to work things out."

"Thanks dad."

He bid us adieu and we told the remaining gods and goddesses. The word spread around Olympus like a fire. Soon everyone was congratulating us. We told my mom when we picked up Carrie and she hugged both Annabeth and me at least six times each.

When we finally were home, I told Annabeth, "That was a long day," after seeing the time. It was dinner time.

"Yep. And I'll try to talk to my mom. But please don't call her Mommy-kins. She hates baby talk."

"I know," I grinned.

"Okay, fine. What do you want for dinner?"

"I dunno."

"Let's ask Carrie."

"Okay."

"Deal."

"Deal."

"I love you, Percy."

"I love you too, Annabeth."