Annabeth:

"Annie, you know I have to go," Percy warned me.

"But, Percy," I begged not wanting to let go of him. He chuckled himself before smiling into my hair. I smiled, too. Sure, I knew I would have to let go of his hand, but right now didn't seem like then. Instead of letting go like he wanted, I tightened my grip on his hand and pushed myself closer to him in the sheets.

"Annie, it's already six. I was supposed to leave earlier. Luke could be up at almost any time, and you know that. Now, Annabeth, are you going to let go of me?" Percy asked. I sighed. Did he have to use logic? Aren't Seaweed Brains supposed to be the one not wanting to let go? I'm the Wise Girl. I'm supposed to be warning him that Luke will be up. What happened? Did some god make a characteristic transplant? They had to. Then again, even the smartest can break down when they're with someone extremely hot. don't you dare tell anyone I said hot.

"Fine," I reluctantly released his hand which was wrapped around me. He kissed the side of my head before getting up. I turned around to look up at the ceiling. Deciding I would eventually have to get up, I slipped out of the bed into a white button-up blouse. By the time I had the last button in the right notch, Percy emerged dressed and ready to leave. I groaned.

"Do you have to go?" I whined. Percy stepped forward.

"Annabeth," Percy tried to look serious though he was hiding a grin.

"Fine, I'll stop complaining," I sighed. Percy's sea green eyes watched me as I crossed my arms. I tapped my fingers against my arms.

"So now you're impatient for me to leave?" Percy joked with a cocky grin. I stepped even closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"No, I'm thinking that if you don't leave now, I'll end up pulling you back. You'll have to go through that whole twenty minutes of trying to get me to finally let go of you. You don't want to do that again," I smiled.

"No, you are very wrong, for once," Percy wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me, "I don't want to go. I have to."

"Nice save," I whispered before pulling him back into an even longer kiss. It wasn't until I realized I was about to pull him back in the sheets that I noticed the clock that said it had been half an hour. I quickly pulled away.

"What?" he asked with a smile. I pointed to the alarm clock on the bedside table. He mumbled an Ancient Greek curse word. I ignored the lecture I wanted to make him suffer through and ran to get the navy slacks from my closet in case Percy didn't make it out before our son got up.

"I have to go," he told me as he opened the bedroom door.

"I love you," I smiled.

"I love you, too, Annabeth," he smiled before leaving. I slipped into the slacks and crept to my son's room where I carefully creaked the door open.

An asleep five year old was passed out over under his blue blanket. It amazed me how he had kicked off most of the blankets, but Wabbie was being clutched tightly in his arms. How does he do that? Well, he's definitely his father's son. No question, not that there ever was one. You know, let's just not bring up anything like I just said to like, um, anyone, particularly not Percy. You know how he gets. Wait, why am I saying this? Who are 'you'? Is there a 'you' and why would 'you' tell?

Let me get back to wherever the Hades I was. All right, give me a minute to see where I was once again. I smiled before my phone vibrated in my pocket though I didn't remember putting it in my pocket. Yeah, wait, now I'm remembering, I hurried to put my phone somewhere last night. I suppose it was in this pocket. I closed the door and hopefully slipped out the phone.

No, I'm not thinking its Percy. He just left. How pathetic would that be? Pff, as if. Fine, but don't tell anyone, okay. Good. I opened the message to see five beautiful letters

P.E.R.C.Y.

From Percy:

Is Luke asleep?

Sure, the message was asking about our son , not talking to me, but it was something. Some guys sleep with a girl and don't call back, not that Percy is in a position where that is possible, but hey? It's still something. Dare I say as it is very un-Athena, it has been only minutes, and I already miss that stupid Seaweed Brain. Why didn't I make him come home, again? Apparently, I was crazy and too wired on pregnancy hormones to realize how so very much I loved and needed him.

Now, I'm not worried about Luke not liking us together or Percy not feeling the same way or anything like that. I'm worried for something much bigger. Being too much in love with him. We've passed the starting to get comfortable with each other stage, the nervousness, the 'I love you' exchanging, the first night slept over, and all that. We're into the final stage. The realization of what comes next. Marriage. Am I ready to go off and marry Percy, a man I was worried would leave me less than twenty-four hours ago? Is he ready to marry a 'Know-It-All' girl he's known his entire life, who thought he would leave her for something as small as a job? Is Lucas even ready for that?

Wait, what am I doing? It's not like I know Percy wants to marry me or anything. That's probably the last thing on his mind.

I quickly typed back a response and jammed my phone into my pocket before getting the liquid I so very needed. Coffee.

Percy:

As I entered the busy street after work, the first thing on my mind would be the ring sitting in my apartment. No one knew of the diamond ring waiting for me to make a critical decision that would change everything. I had bought the ring before the letter came in and had thought of returning it because she didn't trust me. After seeing her crying at the thought of losing me and me wanting to make her as happy as I possibly could, I knew not to return it. After never wanting to leave her this morning and seeing her feel the same way, I knew I had to propose.

Okay, not had to, but wanted to. You're taking this out of context. I knew I would never be happy unless I did. See, why didn't I just say that? All good here? Great.

Back to where I was, did she want to marry me? I mean, her life was so busy at the time. Work is really taking off for her, and our son, Lucas, is a five year-old. She has enough to deal with him, even with my help, considering we're starting to think he might have ADD. Considering we've both been through it, we're making sure to see if he has the signs we had. So, everything has been a little hard recently. Would trying to put a diamond on her finger make everything harder?

How would I do it? Just get down on one knee? Include Luke in asking? Should I even ask? Ugh, this is too hard! How did Grover do this?

Instead of pondering how my friend, who was easily scared, was able to pop the question to Juniper, I called a cab and thought about the ring the entire ride to my apartment. I loved Annabeth more than I thought possible. My heart would go crazy just thinking about her. I wanted to marry her and maybe even have another child. I still wanted to wake up every morning to know that Annabeth would be beside me, in love with me. I had gotten a taste of how sweet it was when we lived together years ago. This morning, the blissful taste swept over my tongue to fill me with happiness.

More than anything, I wanted to not only give Luke the happy family Annabeth and I never had and Luke deserved, but to give myself a family to call my own. A loving wife who knows me better than I know myself and loves me more than anyone ever has. I want Annabeth.