Hey guys, I am very sorry that it took me so long to update but I had plenty to do so please don't kill me...

Anyways, here's the very last chapter (well, epilogue) for this story. I still wanna say a few things but I'll do it below so that you can first read this without me rambling you to death. Yeah. Banana.

(Many of you are writing disclaimers but since this website is called fanfiction . net and the stories on here are obviously fanfictions I guess I don't need to do that. I may be wrong but if that is so, you just have to tell me :D)

Annabeth's plane ride went anything but comfortable. Actually, it was the stereotypical uncomfortable flight with the sleeping man next to you who is using your shoulder as a pillow and drooling on your shirt, the creepy girl with body piercings, a murderous look and annoyingly loud music coming from her headphones but you're too afraid she might kill you if you complain. And last but not least, the kid behind you who is fidgeting around on its seat and poking its knees in the back of yours. His name was Gleeson, by the way, that she'd already found out before they had even started flying, when his mother yelled at him through the whole plane that he mustn't take somebody else's stuff. He didn't bother listening to her, though, so the yelling went on.

Annabeth was hoping her little brothers would not turn out to be like Gleeson. (Silly name, by the way, she thought.) And yes, brothers. As in two brothers, like, plural. One year ago her step-mom Stephanie gave birth to the twins Bobby and Matthew. At first Annabeth had been reluctant to live in a house with two crying babies and a woman that didn't care about her need for silent hours in which she could do her homework and work on some sketches of building designs. But as soon as she'd held one of her little half-brothers (she couldn't quite remember which one) she'd already been in love with them.

Speaking of love, her relationship with Percy was going perfectly. Cheesy, but perfect. Sure, they've had some little fights but nothing that could make an end to what they shared. For the rest of the holidays they spent all their time together. (Old Mrs. Blofis' complaints about Percy not spending enough time with his family decreased, fortunately.)

When they had to leave again Annabeth cried. No one but Percy saw it but he had to promise on the river Styx to never tell anyone, and after that he had to wipe a few tears away as well.

Throughout the next year they visited each other whenever there was the chance to. Which wasn't very often, to be honest, but trying to make the best of it they used their vacations to see each other, and on school days they worked on little jobs to save money for the ride.

Last vacation, though, they didn't see each other. Sally and Paul were having a baby on their own and Percy had to help at home so he couldn't come to visit Annabeth, and since Sally and little Tyson needed rest Annabeth's parents didn't allow her to go to San Francisco.

This left Annabeth to work harder in order to buy the first ticket to Frisco she could get for the first day of vacation. She didn't tell Percy, though. He thought she was coming in one week at the earliest.

That was why she was more nervous and excited than usual and couldn't wait until her plane arrived in San Francisco. It didn't make her seat situation any less unpleasant but she didn't care. Six months. Six months long the only interaction between her and Percy had been over Skype and the phone and she was eager to get out of this plane and run as fast as she could so she could see him again in person, hold him, kiss him, feel him, smell him, be with him.

Six hours flight to make up for six months without her boyfriend. Annabeth checked her watch every ten minutes and it seriously was a pain to know she was so close but wasn't able to do anything but sit here and wait.

As soon as the passengers were allowed to leave the plane she literally climbed over the creepy girl, ignored her threatening swears and was one of the first to get out. She quickly made it to the next bus that was about to bring her to Percy.

He lived in a small house near the cost, with a great view to the ocean from his bedroom.

The bedroom. Memories she would never be able to forget. There was Percy hitting her with a pillow, leading to the best pillow fight she's ever had. There were kisses and make-out sessions which after some time led to... more.

A dreaming smile spread across her face as she recalled that night. Sally and Paul were gone to see a stage play and Percy had tried to cook Spaghetti, but the water boiled over every ten seconds so Annabeth had to help him. They had an excellent dinner after that where Percy told her how much he loved her, which led to her tackling him onto the couch and giving everything back in a kiss. Well, more than one. And before they even knew what happened, they were suddenly laying on Percy's bed with only half of their clothes on.

But it wasn't rushed, not at all. Percy wouldn't do anything before Annabeth had given him any permission to and he was so sweet, so gentle, so... perfect. Everything had been just perfect.

Totally caught up in her memories she didn't notice Rachel before said girl nudged her in the side.

"Hello, earth to Annabeth, are you there?"

"Rachel!" Annabeth grinned. "Nice to see you." And she truly meant it. Actually, the two girls had become pretty good friends after they first met. Percy'd been all awkward and nervous and Annabeth was, too, to be honest. But the redhead had turned out to be very cool and funny and since her interest in Percy was gone and Percy and Annabeth had become a couple, Annabeth had nothing to say against her. They used to skype a lot and later became friends with Piper McLean, girlfriend of Jason.

"I guess you're not here 'cause of me, are you?" Rachel winked at Annabeth in a mocking way.

"Actually, I wanted to visit you as well. What did you think? That I'd miss the chance to see one of my best friends?" To that Rachel gave her a friendly smile and hugged her. It was a little bit difficult in that crowded bus but neither of them cared.

They talked about this and that and eventually Annabeth had to get out. "See ya tomorrow," Rachel called after her and Annabeth waved back before she turned towards the street that would lead her to the Jackson-Blofis household.

She was about to ring at the door when it suddenly opened and Sally Jackson stood in front of her, baby Tyson in her arms.

"Annabeth!" Her smile was beaming as always and she pulled her in for a light hug, with Tyson in their middle. Of course Annabeth had told Sally that she would already come today, she didn't want to be impolite in case they had important stuff going on or something.

A few moments later Paul appeared behind Sally, a surprised look on his face when he recognized Annabeth. Apparently, Sally didn't tell him.

The couple left to go to a meeting with friends and Annabeth went into the house. When she entered Percy's room he was sitting on his bed with his back to her, playing a video game on his old Gameboy.

"Knock, knock," she said and immediately he spun around, dropping the Gameboy. The smirk on his face as he saw her, his untamed jet black hair and his seagreen eyes shining brightly made her knees weak and when he said, "Annabeth," only her name, with this deep but tender voice, it was too much for her. Tears were streaming down her face and she jumped into his arms, hugging him fiercely. "I missed you, seaweed brain."

"Missed you, too, wisegirl," he mumbled, his face buried in her hair. "Now that was some surprise." She could say he was grinning like a madman and when they pulled apart for a few inches to look in each others eyes she was sure she did the same.

Slowly, they both leaned in and closed their eyes right before their lips touched. The kiss was long and full of love and was followed by another one, and then another, and another.

Soon enough they left the spot where they were standing and half an hour later there were clothes spread on the floor, a creaking noise coming from the bed, along with laughing from the pile of limbs on the bed sheets, moving in some kind of a rhythm and speeding up – until there was a loud ringing noise making them freeze in their moving.

"It's the telephone," Percy said.

"Duh. Just ignore it," Annabeth answered and kissed him. He closed his eyes and went on moving, and after about twenty seconds the ringing stopped, but then there was a loud beep.

"Percy," Sally's voice spoke on the answering machine, "we're coming home early, Miranda is sick. We'll be home in a minute." Beep.

Neither of them moved but they looked at each other with shocked faces. It wasn't until they heard a car holding outside the house that they suddenly jumped apart, picking up their clothes and pulling them over in record time.

"Get out of my room, quick!" Percy yelled and put on his jeans.

"Why that?" Annabeth yelled back while putting on her socks and shoes, being glad that they had no laces. "Wouldn't that be too suspicious?"

"Pretend like you're coming from the bathroom or whatever! You're the wise one here."

The sound of a key turning in a keyhole made them jump.

"Just do it!" Percy turned around, searching for his shirt.

Annabeth ran out of the room but soon figured there was not enough time to get to the bathroom so she quickly sat down on the couch, and in the last moment grabbed a magazine from the little desk next to her, opened it and pretended to read. One second later Sally came in, holding Tyson, and eyed her suspiciously.

"Since when do you read about pregnancy, Annabeth?"

It dawned on her that this was one of Sally's magazines. The page she'd opened showed a picture of a woman with both hands on her big belly.

"Oh, I-I was just being curious," Annabeth stuttered but Sally only raised an eyebrow.

"You sure there's nothing you two have to tell me?"

"Mom!" Percy was standing in the door, his shirt upside down and hair even more disheveled than usual. Annabeth wondered if she looked the same. Most probably yes.

Sally chuckled. "I'm just joking, don't worry. I know you're not that irresponsible."

She left to the kitchen and Paul appeared instead. He took one look at them but his expression stayed the same as he said, "Percy, you forgot to put your shirt back on right." Then, he followed Sally, humming The Bloodhound Gang's 'Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo'.

Percy's and Annabeth's faces were bright red as they glanced at each other.

"Do you think he knows?" Percy whispered.

"Embarrassingly, yes, it seems so," Annabeth answered, realized she was still holding the magazine, and quickly tossed it back onto the desk.

Ten years later, she was reading pregnancy magazines herself. She had them hidden under her mattress since she just found out two days ago and hadn't told Percy yet.

To be honest, she was afraid he'd be upset about it. Maybe he'd already changed his mind and didn't want a child anymore. It's been over a year since they've talked about it last, after all.

This made her extremely nervous whilst standing in the kitchen in front of the cooker, trying to make the best blue pancakes her husband for three years has ever had.

She was talking to herself loudly, trying to decide how she was going to tell him. She wanted to do it today. Okay, maybe this week. Or next.

"No, Annabeth! You will tell him today! As soon as he's finished eating," she said to herself.

"Tell me what?"

She winced at his sudden appearance and almost dropped the plate with the pancakes.

"Oh hey, seaweed brain! How was your job interview?"

"Great, I guess," he said but narrowed his eyes at her. "Tell me what?"

Annabeth took in a deep breath. "Do you remember us talking about this and that and then coming to the topic of having kids?"

"Well, of course." His wrinkled his forehead. "Don't you wanna have kids anymore?"

"Yes, I mean no, of course I still wanna have kids! It's just..."

"It's just what?"

"I... When do you wanna?"

"Annabeth, I don't care when, it just has to be with you. What is bothering you?"

There was silence for a minute in which Annabeth was debating with herself about whether to tell him the truth or ramble about something until they changed the topic. But knowing Percy, he would not stop asking her until she told him.

"Percy, I – no, we are, well, we're..." She knew it would be difficult but in her head it still was a lot easier.

"We're what?"

"Having a baby."

For a second he didn't react. But it seemed to be years to her until his eyes finally grew big and his jaw fell.

"Oh gods, really?" He grinned and Annabeth couldn't help but grin back.

"Yes."

"No kidding?"

"Seaweed brain, why should I be kidding about this?"

He answered by spinning her around and kissing her after he'd let her down again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist, holding her close.

No matter what happened, he could never stop loving her. The pancakes were long forgotten, all what mattered was them, and their little child that he already loved with his whole heart.

"I love you," Annabeth whispered.

"I love you too."

Wow, cheesy, I know. But I had to do it like this, I'm a Percabeth fangirl after all :D

So... There are some things left to say.

1. Did anyone get the joke with the song? Y'know, Foxtrott Uniform Charlie Kilo? :D If not, just look up the lyrics. :P ;)

2. I wanna thank everybody who read, reviewed and/or favourited this story. It means a lot to me. Thanks

3. I'm sorry if I mixed up British English and American English, I'm no native speaker after all so I hope you won't kill me for that.
Anyways, you can always tell me if I made mistakes, I appreciate that a lot! It helps me improve my English.

4. This isn't the last story I've written, of course. I'm already writing an OS about Percabeth and planning to do something about Hiccstrid, maybe (HTTYD ). There are also some fanfictions I wrote in German (my native language) and maybe I will translate some of them but I don't know when, yet. I guess I'll start as soon as I have summer break.

I hope I didn't forget anything... If so, I'll tell you.

Keep being amazing, guys! (Or should I say amaZHANG? Ha ha ha. Do you see what I did there? To be FRANK, I think I'm funny. Not. Definitely not.)

Bye, see you soon!