Percy loved how close his daughter and Annabeth were. And he loved how close he and Sophia were. However, he missed the closeness he and Annabeth had once shared. But that all changed halfway into the quarantine period.

A different doctor had turned up to take a blood test from Sophia, differentiate her medication and make sure Annabeth and Percy were doing the right thing.

Both Percy and Annabeth had developed a system during these times, because Annabeth couldn't handle the squirming of Sophia as she cried and begged not to have another blood test. Annabeth would not be in the room at such time unless there was a need for her to be, such as Sophia's screams for her. Or this new doctor.

The woman walked into their house and Annabeth's face immediately dropped. The woman was wearing a pinstripe pencil skirt and a tight white blouse, and Percy recognise his ex-wife's expression. Jealousy.

Percy ushered the doctor in and took her to the dining room, where Sophia sat colouring in at the table.

"Hello." The woman bent over to level with his child, but strategically placing her backside in view of Percy. He looked away. Half out of modesty, half because his ex-wife was watching him. All because he didn't want to ruin what he had been gradually building with his ex. "I'm Doctor McCarthy. You must be Sophia."

Sophia nodded, but Percy could see her beginning to protest, the tears welling against her lids.

"Annabeth," Percy started, "Do you want to-?" he referred to her usual stepping out of the room as her daughter protested against the giant needle.

"No."Annabeth was determined and Percy could guess why. She didn't want to leave them alone with this extremely attractive doctor.

"Okay." He chuckled, just to annoy her. Loving, somewhat sadistically, the annoyed glance she shot him and then the rolling of her eyes.

Percy sat, gesturing for Sophia to sit on his lap so that he could hold her still. The brunette doctor tied up her hair, her shirt lifting from her skirt's waistband, before she pulled out the instruments she needed from her back. To steady herself, the doctor placed a hand on Percy's forearm.

Normally, such a thing would not have been protested. Especially not by Percy. But it felt weird somehow – wrong – to have this woman touch him with his ex-wife present, never mind his daughter.

Later that night, Percy asked her what her problem had been.

"She was trying to seduce you." Annabeth dried the now clean plate he handed her.

"And?" he teased, not daring to look at her.

She flicked his with the droplets of water that clung to her fingers, getting him right in the face. "And Sophia was in the room, how disgusting is that?"

"Right." The sarcasm and disbelief obvious in his voice.

Annabeth sighed, "Why? What do you think I had an issue with?" but she sounded like she could care less as she placed the plate in the cupboard beneath the stove. Percy loving the sight of her jeans separating from her shirt as she did so.

Percy made his voice incredibly low before he spoke. And he trapped her in the corner of the kitchen she was occupying but he was sure to stay far enough away to maintain personal space bubbles. "I think you were jealous." His eyes locked with hers, her blush highlighting the grey of the orbs.

"You might be right. You might also have been hallucinating." She strolled past him and put her tea towel on the edge of the bench as she pulled out the plug in the sink and died her hands.

"Ah." Percy grinned. "That would have to be it. Nothing else would explain it, Wisegirl, would it?" the old term of endearment slipped out and Percy couldn't stop it.

Annabeth seemed to freeze, her back still to him. "What did you just say?" she sounded angry.

Percy's smile faltered as she turned around to face him, "I said, 'that's the only possible explanation, isn't it?'"

"No. No, you called me 'Wisegirl.'" Annabeth took as step forward. "And just for that," she took another step, almost levelling with him, nose to nose. Percy was convinced she was going to hit him. "I was jealous." Her voice was barely above a whisper and he nearly missed it because instantly his lips were being devoured by hers and nothing else on the planet mattered.

Instinctively, Percy walked them to the counter, their lips still meeting in a passionate dance of fire and desire. Annabeth shifted her hands from his cheeks to his mid-back as he lifted her, his hands squeezing her thighs, until she sat on the kitchen bench. Her hands tugged at his shirt playfully as her lips moved from his in search of air.

Percy however, didn't need oxygen. He needed her. Hence why his lips sought her neck, her jaw, her shoulder. His hands were also in search of something. They travelled up and down her sides until he found the base of her shirt and slipped his hands beneath the hem, gliding his hands back and forth and up and down her bare back and stomach and ribcage. Relishing in both the feeling of her soft skin and the sound of her gasping breaths and her quiet moans.

"Bedroom." Was all she said, her voice low and raspy and sultry. And he was glad she had, otherwise Sophia could have caught them in the kitchen. Percy wanted to keep her legs wrapped tightly around him but she had other ideas. Bounding from the bench, Annabeth grasped his hand and dragged him, almost literally, to her bedroom, his old bedroom. A sense of familiarity washing over him like a wave.

As soon as they were enclosed in the privacy of the bedroom, Percy pushed Annabeth onto the mattress, their linked hands bringing him down on top of her, their bodies moulding perfectly.

In less than a moment, their bodies entangled and their clothes crumpled and fell like raindrops on the floor, scattered and rapid.

Hands and lips and teeth and love were everywhere, all at once at such a pace that Percy's brain was left behind. Probably thrown on the floor when his shirt came off, or when Annabeth had pulled down his boxers with his teeth.

But somehow, as he was preparing himself at her entrance, his brain caught up with him. "Wise Girl," he whispered, louder than he had been moaning it before. Her back dropped from its arch and she looked at him. "Are you sure?"

She didn't say anything. Instead, her legs locked around him and she pushed herself up, pulling him down as she did. And Percy wondered why he stopped, why he doubted.