AN.:OK guys that's the last one!

Wow and when I think that I started that in August

Well there we go with the chapter.

Chapter 14

Chris POV

I'm sitting on the lobby's floor, Turkish style ,and breath and making the "ummmm" thing that the monks did.

"Clarisse's father is not going to kill me" I sing softly, closing my eyes "Clarisse's father is not going to kill me" I sing again. I think I did it few times 'till my lovely wife grabs the collar of my shirt and throws me against the wall.

Gee you'd think that she is more careful when she is pregnant.

"I swear I'll kill you before my father will have the chance if you sing that stupidity shoaling or what the heck it is thing!" She growls, a vein popping and I just can't help but keep my eyes lock on it.

*gulp*

"Yes ma'am!"I said, military style.

She drops my collar and glares at me.

"I love you?"I manage speaking squeaky.

She rolls her eyes.

"No! We got married because we were extremely bored and having children can help defend ourselves from the alien invasion and the soon to be zombie apocalypse." She remarks, as she rolls her eyes.

Oh, dear old sarcasm.

Few minutes later before my ADHD could pop in the lobby's doors open.

Death sweet death.

I hope Nico will put good word at the judges for me.

Clarisse grabs my collar once again and drags me out and surprisingly, I'm not crazy enough to try to escape from her.

We enter in the throne room. Lord Ares is sharpening his knife and awfully looking very menacing, more than usual.

Oh joy!

I turn around to watch my dad, hoping he will at least make me die fast and without pain if lord Ares get angry. Much to my annoyance, all he did was wave. I manage a sigh and an eye roll, and since I don't like being rude, I started waving at him.

"Chris! What's my dear son doing here…and his…um…lovely wife?"My dad asks, cheery at the first bit and switches to shivering mode near the end.

Yes, you got it right. Clarisse scare the crap out of my father. You have 3 chances to guess from who she gets that.

"Hello Lord Ares."I said, trying to be polite

He stops admiring his newly sharpen knife. He turns around and glares at me, clearly irritated at my presence.

"Don't worry, he glare at everyone." Clarisse whispers towards me.

Then she smirks at her father.

"Come on dad, drop that killer face. I have great news!"

If you're at the point of wondering whether she's dead or not…

The answer: no.

See, after she become Clarisse the Drakon Slyer and after all things she done in the second

Giant war, almost killing a giant by herself just to give an example, well…she become Ares' favorite child.

But back to our story.

Ares lift his eyebrows at his daughter.

"What news?"He asks.

"Yeah what news ?! I want to know the news!"Said, right guess, my father almost jumping on

His throne.

"Well tell them!"She ordered stepping on my toe.

I bite my tongue, trying not to not scream. Why did she choose to wear the damn made-to-squeeze-life-out-somebody boots. Yeah special boots for Ares' kids.

I cleared my throat.

"Clarisse is pregnant" I said as fast as I could.

Underworld here I come!

Oh wait there, is no pain? Hm….I wonder what make him not to kill me now.

"Punk, you still have the wedding gift from me right?"

"Yes sir!"I said fast.

"Good, the kid will have a place to train before the camp."

Confuse?

Well Ares' wedding gift for us was a huge training area with anything from mannequins to walls full of weapons. Right in our backyard

"Now punk" He said pointing at me" If my grandchild will not have a good training you're dead! Understand?"

"Yes sir!"I salute, sweat coating my forehead.

"Good! Over with all drama? Let's have pizza! Last time I couldn't because crazy Demeter took my phone."

"I want Supreme" I said hoping there will be no need to open the subject again just to give

Ares a reason to kill me.

"Meatloaf" said Clarisse and Ares same time.

"There we go." My dad answers, taking out his phone.

"So?"Clarisse asked me

"You were right as always and I was wrong and now I should make anything you want for a month?"

"Exactly"

"Damn. Like she hasn't already a temper, the pregnancy just doesn't help it." I whispered to myself, mumbling to be exact.

"What was that?"Ask her in a threating tone.

I'm thinking it aloud?

Crap.

"Um….."

Suddenly, four boxes of pizza appears out of the blue as well as cans of soda.

"Let's eat!"Exclaim my father.

I let a sigh of relief.

Pizza really saves me today.