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Thalias pov

"Nico?" I shouted when I heard the door open. I was sprawled on the couch and from my position I couldn't see the doorway.

"No, it's Chuck Norris," Nico replied in a deeper tone than usual.

I fake screamed, "Oh my god, please don't eat me!" We laughed and he kneeled beside me since there was no room on the couch. "How was work?"

"Pretty good. Even though it's the 20th those kids can't stop talking about Christmas. I mean, it was cute at first but now it's just annoying. And then-" He, of course, went on and on about his cute little job but I'll save you the boredom. For me, it was a normal thing I learned to deal with.

Nico was working as an after school advisor at a public school in New York. He decided a few months ago that he wanted to be a teacher, an 8th grade mythology teacher to get specific. He thought this would be a good start as anything, and he liked it. He got to play dodge ball, help them with their 3rd grade math and pretend he was still a kid. I think it helped him deal with all the stress at home to be around innocence like that.

When he finished his full days account, I said, "Hey, if I was 10 and lived with my mommy and daddy in a mansion in NYC, I would be pretty psyched about Christmas too."

"Yeah, I know. Some kids in, like, 2nd grade got iPhones! It was ridiculous."

After we had a discussion about how spoiled rich kids were, I dived in to what I wanted to talk about. "Hey, ummmm, I think tonight we should pick a name."

He looked at me funny but nodded anyway. "Why today?"

"Why not today? Amanda said he could come any day at any time so we just need to be prepared. I already said I didn't want to be in the delivery room thinking of names," I explained.

Nico looked worried. I don't know why thinking of a name for our son was so scary to him. Maybe it made him think wow, that thing inside her is really real and it scares me. But I knew we had to pick a name if he wanted to or not. He muttered, "Okay."

"So maybe we should do middle name first. We seem to have a general idea of what we want it to be," I started. I made room on the couch for him to sit and he did, putting an arm around me.

"Yeah. Something about our families or Greek heritage. Ummmm-"

I interrupted his thinking moment and added quietly, "Nico, I want to name him after your mom. Maria."

I was worried what his reaction would be. Typically, we didn't talk about his mom. It made us both feel upset and awkward so we tried to steer clear of the subject. But I really did want this and I wasn't going to back down. I wanted our son to know where he came from and naming him after Nicos mom sounded like a good start.

"Uh okay? Or, if you would rather, we could name him after someone from your family," he suggested.

I laughed. My family? The only one I had was my mom and, shortly, Jason. My mom…she wasn't someone who I really wanted to name my baby after. I still can't really think of her as a mother to me. Mothers are suppose to nurture and love there children, yet I don't remember one time she told me we would be alright or she loved me. The most distinct memories are the nights I would stay alone until she came back with another lover. She would hit me a few times then lock me in my room till morning. And Jason was great and all, but I felt like our kid needed a grandma somewhere in his life and my mom definitely wouldn't fit the bill.

I explained all this best I could to him and he seemed like he understood enough. "My mom was a great mother to me and Bianca, I'm sure you'll be like her. But, instead of Maria we could do Mario or something. Even though we aren't Mexican."

"Yes!" I agreed while laughing, "I like Mario. It's cute even if you're Italian. Now first name….we liked Rowan instead of Roman. Shiloh, Aden, Maverick, we talked Omega."

"There's only one way to do this. Say them all out loud with his middle name and last name," he clarified.

"Ok, so Rowan Mario Di Angelo. Rowan Di Angelo," I tried out for size.

"I give it a B+," He graded, shrugging.

I kept going until I had said each name out loud and Nico added his input. We ended up scratching Maverick and Omega, they were never for us anyway. But Rowan, Shiloh and Aden all kinda stuck.

"Wow, these are all really good. Rowan Di Angelo. Shiloh Di Angelo. Aden Di Angelo. And then we have to think about his future. I mean, he'll be living with this name forever so we have to imagine a grown man with these names along with a kid and a baby," he reminded me.

"Hmmmm could you see Aden being an adult name?" I asked, a little skeptical.

"I was thinking the same thing." Another name scratched.

"Nico, I think Rowan. Rowan Mario Di Angelo. It's different, just like us. It has personality," I decided, looking at Nico for approval.

He chuckled, "Yeah, it's perfect. Rowan Mario Di Angelo. Son of Thalia and Nico Di Angelo. Grandson of Hades and Zeus. And that's what they'll say when we go to the christening in Hades Underworld Palace," he muttered the last part.

"Uh what?" I asked with wide eyes. "I don't think you mentioned that before."

He sighed, "My dad wants to welcome the ba- Rowan, in the world by having a baptism ceremony and the giving of the name ceremony in his palace in the Underworld for a whole two days! Isn't that exciting?" He exclaimed as if we were going to an amusement park.

"Honey," I began in a calm voice, "Your saying that you expect not only me to go to the underworld but our newly born baby too?"

Ok, so don't get me wrong. I wanted to do both of those old Greek traditions too for our baby. I, again, thought it would bring him closer to his Greek roots. But I was planning on having it, I don't, in the real world. Our son was just being brought into life and now he was visiting the underworld? I know that's where Nicos from and all, but I wasn't all to fond of it either. The first time I went was hard, looking at all the pitiful dead souls who had lost hope centuries ago. Now I would have to spend the night too, and that was worst then sleeping in a haunted house in my opinion.

"Listen, I know it's not the most desirable location for our son to be officially named and baptized, but my dad is trying to do something nice for us. For the first time it feels like he's trying and I want to embrace that. Please?" he begged and I could tell he really wanted this.

And with him giving me the sad-little-boy-who-just-wants-his-fathers-love look, I agreed. He looked at me in shock and, to be honest, I was a little shocked myself. But I stood by my final decision and Nico smiled so big. He kissed me so that I lost all sense for about three seconds.

"Oh, gods, thank you. Dad will be so happy." He kissed me again…and again…and again.

Nico pulled away when he heard my stomach growing. "Looks like Rowan doesn't like us doing that when he's around," he chuckled, "I'm gonna make dinner. Anything specific you want?"

"Spasketti!" I yelled like I was three. He laughed and went to fix us some 'spasketti'. I laid back on the couch and tried to get comfortable.

When I did this I remembered how weird I had felt today. It was almost like I was on my period. I was having cramps, my back ached, and the other stuff that goes along with PMS. I never felt like that before in pregnancy and I had meant to ask Amanda, but forgot. Oh well.

Nico made the spaghetti in about thirty minutes along with garlic bread. I waddled over to the kitchen table and smiled when I saw my plate already made just the way I like it- spaghetti, sauce, cheese, and meat piled on top of each other. Nico came in a moment later with his food.

"Thanks for the wonderful meal. I promise when I get Rowan out of me I will make dinner more. Count that as a New Years resolution," We laughed because we both knew that wouldn't be true.

We sat across from each other at the dinner table and talked about life. You know, if you just saw us right now you could almost think of us as a normal young couple. We were in a kitchen, laughing, and I was a huge pregnant lady. It felt good to know that maybe we weren't totally strange. I said totally.

We were almost done with dinner when the first one came. I dropped my fork noisily and clutched the side of the table.

"Thalia? What's wrong," Nico panicked, dropping his fork and coming to me. Gods, this hurt. I guessed this was a contraction, my first ever. It felt so weird but not in a good a way. It eased up after about 20 seconds and I sighed, letting go of the table.

"Are you okay?" he asked, standing beside me with a look of worry and fear in his eyes.

"I think I had a contraction. Call Sammy," I said plainly, trying to get out of my shock. That was so…sudden and real.

Nico immediately took out his phone and dialed the number she gave us. It was hanging on the fridge for emergencies, I figured this was a big deal. I could tell Nico was still really worried and scared, so I reached for his arm and stroked it, assuring him with no words at all. He looked a little calmer by the time Sammy picked up.

The whole conversation was about 10 seconds long. It was time to go to Olympus.

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