Hi, guys!

I forgot how much I enjoyed writing Percy and Maya, so here's another update for you because it's fun. This update has some Percabeth in it too, so enjoy! :)

Percy is 18.

Maya is 14 months.

"What time is Annabeth coming?" my mom asked me, leading a tottering Maya slowly into the living room by the hand. It was early January, a few days after New Years. I was home from New Rome for the holidays. The new semester didn't begin until the end of the month, and I was enjoying the opportunity the break provided me to see my family, who I hadn't seen much of since going away to school at the end of the summer.

Paul and I were in the living room already. It was late afternoon. He had turned on a college basketball game a little while ago and I had sprawled out on the couch to watch it while I waited for my girlfriend to arrive. He sat in an armchair, grading papers for his English class (school had started up again a few days ago) and occasionally looking up when something interesting happened with the game.

Annabeth had stayed behind in California a week and a half ago to celebrate Christmas with her family. She and Piper, who had traveled there to be with her dad for the same reason, had flown home together earlier today (Annabeth and I were planning to spend some time at Camp Half-Blood before heading back to New Rome.) and had landed in the city about an hour ago. Piper had already arranged for Jason to pick them up at the airport and drop Annabeth here on their way back to camp before I could offer. I'd planned to go get her myself anyway but Annabeth had argued that it didn't make sense for me to and I hadn't had a good enough reason not to listen to that logic. So now I was waiting for her to get here so we could go out to dinner.

"Pretty soon, I think," I answered, "Their plane landed a while ago." As I spoke, Maya caught sight of me and, smiling, let go of her mom's hand and wobbled her way over to me. She'd been walking for a couple months now, but she still hadn't quite mastered the art of balancing just yet. She fell down often. "Per-ee!" She stopped in front of the couch, bracing herself against it and looked up at me expectantly. Smirking, I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her up so she was seated on my chest. I watched her for a minute, surprised when she was content to stay there. Ever since she'd learned how to get around on her own, she wasn't typically content to stay in one place for any extended amount of time.

Paul, who had watched our exchange over the top of his reading glasses, looked at my mom. "I'm guessing naptime didn't work out so well."

My mom shook her head and sighed. "I tried. I don't know how she's still so wide-awake. She didn't nap all that long before. She was up early this morning too." Turning my head away from my parents' conversation, I looked at Maya again, who was sitting, braced between my hands, on top of me and smiling toothily, happy as a clam, troublemaker that she was. I smirked up at her.

After a minute, my mom left the room again, saying something about laundry, Paul looked back down at the papers before him, and I turned back to the game while still keeping Maya firmly in my grasp. My sister stayed there, cooing and drooling on me, for a few minutes before giving a high pitched squeal and leaning forward. I maneuvered her so she was lying on her stomach now, still on my chest. I kept one hand on her back, holding her securely in place. She put one hand in her mouth and set the other against my cheek, content with her new position. I smiled and turned back to the TV again, though I wasn't paying much attention to it by this point. Maya opened and closed her little fist against my face and chewed diligently on the fingers of her other hand, which I found very cute and very distracting.

Eventually her movements slowed and her head came to rest against the fabric of my shirt. I snuck a glance at her from the corner of my eye and saw that her eyes were still open, but she was blinking pretty slowly, so I had a pretty good idea that she would soon be dead to the world.

My mom returned after another few minutes, probably to attempt to put Maya down for a nap one more time before starting on dinner. She stopped in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, looking at the sleeping baby before smiling at me fondly. "Sweetie, you are the best."

I grinned. "I know." Just then, there was a knock on the door. "That would be Annabeth," I intoned, glancing toward the door, and then at the sleeping toddler currently pinning me down.

"Stay there," my mom directed, already moving toward the entryway, "I'll get it." Afraid that if I tried to move Maya on my own, I would wake her, I stayed still.

As my mom walked away and out of view, I looked down at my sleeping sister again. Her hand, which had been resting against my cheek, had slid off and now lay pillowed against the side of my neck. The other hand was still partially in her open mouth, where she was surely drooling all over my shirt. I was oddly okay with that. I moved my arm, the one that wasn't busy keeping Maya in place, behind my head.

The sounds of the front door opening and of my mom and Annabeth's greetings floated in from the front door. "He's in the living room," I heard my mom say, and not long after, Annabeth's face appeared in the doorway. She smiled at the scene before her and greeted Paul before looking at me again.

"Hey," I said.

"Aren't you adorable," she said by way of responding.

I shrugged as best as I could, careful not to jostle Maya. "I'm a good pillow."

Annabeth's grin widened. "I know."

"How was your flight?"

"Long. Traffic was horrendous getting here."

My mom came back in the room then and, between the two of us and some careful maneuvering on my part, we were able to transfer Maya from her place on my chest to my mom's arms. Once she had left to put the baby in her room, I looked at Annabeth, who was still smiling, amused. In the process of moving Maya, I had shifted so I was sitting up normally, and I now opened my arms to my girlfriend, an obvious invitation. Her smile shifting into more of a smirk, she complied and sat down next to me, leaning into my hug. "My turn?" she asked, a smile in her voice.

"Yup. Are you hungry?" I asked, letting her go.

"Starving."

"Come on," I said, standing up. "We'll go get dinner."

"I just got here."

"So?"

Annabeth, after rolling her eyes at me, smiled and got to her feet herself just as my mom walked back into the room. "Thank you, Percy, seriously," she was saying; "I've been trying to get her down all afternoon."

"No problem."

"You two are going out now, right? I want to know how much food to make."

Yup," I answered her, leading Annabeth by the hand toward the door. I kissed my mom on the cheek on the way out. "Be back later."

My mom smiled. "Have fun."

A minute later, we had our coats on and were out the door. Annabeth grabbed my hand as we walked out. She was still smirking. "What?" I asked as we stepped out onto the Mahnattan sidewalk.

She glanced sideways at me, her smile widening. She shook her head. "Nothing." She didn't say anything else immediately and I was about to press further when she said, "I just can't wait to see you with our kids one day."

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