Annabeth:

"I have missed you so much, Darling. How are you? How was the honeymoon? You both must have just had a ball. How's Lucas? He is just a Sweetie. We must meet up soon. You're wedding reception was amazing. It was just so much fun. You pulled it off. You really did," Rachel continued on. I continued to listen to everything she was saying, waiting until she would finally shut up, which didn't happen.

"Rachel," I tried to interject, but she continued on, full speed ahead. Actually, I think she started talking faster and more.

"Rachel!" I snapped. The only sound after that was the receiver, and I swear I heard an echo. I sighed. Perfect. I screamed at my best friend. This day is going amazingly, don't you agree? This is so great, it should be televised.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie, but I really need to tell you something," I crossed my arms impatiently, waiting for the phone to amplify her voice.

"Well, are you going to tell me?" Rachel's voice came through. I could imagine her smiling. I took a deep breath. This was a whole lot easier the first time when I was crying so much it took her thirty minutes to understand what I was saying. Oh my gods. How am I going to tell my father?... How am I going to break it to my mother?

"Rach, I'm pregnant," I smiled. This could really take some getting used to, but I can handle it. I'm a daughter of Athena. I can handle raising a new baby and just-turned-three-a-month-ago little boy. Besides, I can always force Percy to do a lot of the work by saying that he's the one who got me pregnant. You have no idea how many times I've gotten him to do things by saying that. He just makes it so easy.

"Oh my gods!" Rachel squealed, "Wait, does Percy know? When did you find out?"

"I found out on the last day of the honeymoon, and he caught me freaking out with a positive pregnancy test. So, yes, Rachel, I'm afraid he was the first one to find out," I shrugged as I knew she would be insulted to not be first. She was first the last time and most likely thought that there was no reason to change it, which I suppose does make sense, but that is beside the point.

"Wait, I thought you guys you used protection," Rachel stopped. All I could really do was roll my eyes. I know she's the Oracle and everything, but she still went to school with us where we did have a certain health class where they went over that subject. How can she not remember that?

"Rachel, you and I both know it doesn't always… protect," I didn't know what to say considering I was standing in Luke's daycare with kids and parents walking in, walking out, and waiting, meaning it wasn't the perfect time to tell her what I meant.

"How far along are you?" Rachel asked me. I went to the doctor yesterday. She told me that she was a little surprised that I didn't already know with me having already been through a pregnancy and all. I just answered that with all the drama in my life I was trying to avoid the possibility. It may have been the right thing to say, because it did get a smile from her, but I still felt stupid by the way she said that I should have known. I mean, who am I, Hera? Just because I act like I do, doesn't mean I know everything.

"I'm eight weeks," I answered. I could hear her 'Hmmm'ing, most likely piecing it all together just as I had when I first found out. Actually, it was a little relieving. I don't know what I thought was wrong with me, and that scared me the most, not that pregnancy isn't scary. It's scary because of the thought that my body may not be able to take the strain of carrying a baby to the thought of being moody all the time, gaining weight, having terrible cravings, and watching Percy handle that. How is Percy going to handle that? He had trouble handling me before I was pregnant, and he'll also have to handle our three year old son. Wait a minute, how we plan to handle having a newborn and a four year old in the same house? Oh my gods. I'm going to need to have Rachel and Sally on speed dial.

"You didn't know for eight weeks?" Rachel made sure to add the disbelieving in as she said 'Eight Weeks'. I wanted to point out that I was a nervous, niave bride and that it was supposed to be her job to notice, which she did not, meaning it is not my fault. But I didn't. Instead I just smiled as my son, Luke, started to walk over to me.

"Rachel, I just picked up Luke from daycare. I'll call you later. 'Kay?" I asked. Rachel grumbled what I'm pretty sure was 'It was just getting interesting, but fine', but it was pretty hard to understand. She could have said anything. Taking it as a good sign, I hung up the phone just as Luke walked up to me.

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It was an hour later since I had picked him up, but, since Percy was going with Grover to some baseball game and wouldn't be back until late and Luke didn't feel like going home just yet, Luke and I were still walking around Central Park, licking at ice cream. I hadn't gotten much time with Luke recently, and, in nine months, that was about to get a whole lot worse. I didn't know how to tell Luke. So, I hadn't. I was hoping when Percy and I were finished on the nursery or when the baby came, he'd just get it. But my dad hadn't told me his new wife was having twins, and it made things a whole lot worse when she came home with two little boys. I felt like I was being pushed out. Percy's little sister wasn't born until he was basically in college. So, he doesn't quite understand. I don't want Luke to feel like his new sibling is more important than him. He just got a father and a family. I know without a doubt he won't be too happy to share. I really wish Harvard had given a parenting class. I probably wouldn't have taken it because I'm an unorthodox parent and if they had graded it may have brought down my GPA, but it would have been helpful if I had taken a class like that. I would know how to tell my son that he was about to be a big brother.

"Mommy, why are you moving all of the stuff out of your office? Are we moving?" Luke asked. Great. Now either I can lie to my son or I can tell him I'm pregnant. Okay, split second decision.

"Well, Luka, we have to make room for something in there," I answered, hoping he would just drop it.

"What?" Luke asked again, not dropping it. Of course! Perfect. I wanted to trick Percy into telling him. Shoot. Alright, Annabeth, suck it up and tell him. Just get over it.

"Well, Lucas, do you remember when you said you always wanted a sibling?" I asked, taking another lick of my French Vanilla ice cream cone.

"No, I do not remember saying that," Luke answered with a shrug. Seriously? He is making this harder than it really should be.

"No, Sweetheart, you did. Well, your father agrees that you should have a sibling, and, Lucas, in a few months, you will," I braced myself for however he was going to react.

"I knew it," Luke smiled.

"You knew?" I looked down at him. He shrugged.

"Dad was complaining to himself and let it slip," Luke answered. This got me interested. I looked down at Luke. He didn't seem to know what he had just told us.

"Oh really, and what was Dad complaining about?"

Percy:

Clang!

I sat up in bed instantly, looking beside me. No Annabeth. I looked at the alarm clock beside me. 4 am. I let out a groan but did eventually get up. She had to get up right now? Perfect. She actually wasn't that hard to find.

Annabeth was sitting on the couch flipping from page to page in a scrapbook. Beside her, she had a book with a book mark that Luke made her sticking out. On the floor, her black laptop was closed. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was yet again wearing blue shorts and my navy sweatshirt.

"Annabeth, what are you doing up?" I asked, tiredly. She looked up. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't seem tired at all. Other than the slight bedhead, you wouldn't know she even knew it was night.

"I couldn't get back to sleep," Annabeth shrugged.

"And what was the noise then?" I asked, crossing my arms. Annabeth nodded to a bookshelf behind her where books were strewed all over the floor. How did I not see that? Seriously, this is just getting embarrassing.

"I couldn't get the scrapbook out," Annabeth answered with another shrug. It was three weeks since she found about the baby and two weeks since I had gotten in trouble with her. I have got to watch what I say in front of Luke. I always knew he could blab, but I didn't think that he could hear me or was paying attention. Wasn't he watching Bubble Guppies at this time? I didn't know he had decided to come out of his room. This really isn't my fault. Besides, Annabeth wanted to wait until we could tell him together, but she didn't. If she had waited, I wouldn't be in trouble. Or I could have just not complained… Hmm, I might need to rethink my defense.

"What's in the book?" I decided to just sit down beside her, even though the bed was calling me to go back to sleep. Annabeth didn't look like the happiest person in the world as I did so, but she wasn't exactly angry. So, I didn't walk away. Instead, I just looked at the pictures. I instantly understood why she didn't want me to see all this. Annabeth let out a yawn.

"Sweetie, I'm going back to bed," Annabeth got up, leaving me with the scrapbook.

"I'll be up there in a minute," I told her, now interested in the book. She smiled and went back up the stairs. I looked back down at the pictures. The page she was open to was when she was heavily pregnant. I flipped it again to see that my thought was right because the next to see Annabeth holding a baby in a blue blanket. I smiled, but I felt a pang hit my heart. It was getting worse second by second, giving me no choice but to go to the next page. This one hurt more. I didn't know when it was from, but it was definitely there. A tall blonde was kissing the side of Annabeth's head in a tux. She was smiling in a blue dress.

Is it pathetic that I'm a tad bit jealous of a photo?

I know I'm supposed to close the book and just go back to bed, but I was too interested. I turned the page again, and he was still there. This time he was holding Luke, which just angered me. I searched his face, wondering if he was just a brother, but I didn't see it. There wasn't that brilliant look in his eye or even similar looks. He wasn't a son of Athena, and he wasn't Matthew or Bobby. That much was clear. Another picture was just of them kissing, and he didn't appear in another picture. I searched through the rest of the book, and he wasn't there. The picture even went into when Luke was about one, but he never showed up again. I couldn't help myself. I turned back to the page where he made his second appearance when he was kissing her. I took out the picture. Part of me wanted to rip it to shreds and throw it away, but I just it turned around to look at it.

Peter before he got on the flight to Denver.

Denver? Peter?

I'll admit, my friends tried to set me up with a few girls while I was in Hawaii, and, while only one of those dates led to another and that relationship ended in less than a month, I had a few hook-ups. But Annabeth and I discussed that incase some of my friends decided to tell her about some girl in Hawaii. I thought she had told me about everyone, but there never once was a Peter.

All right, Percy. Let's just calm down. I married Annabeth. Whoever Peter was, he doesn't matter. In the end, I got her.

But why wouldn't she tell me?

Okay, stop it, Percy. Let's just forget about it and go back to bed. Good. Great.

Can't help it. Everyone is doing it. And as you know very well, I am awesome. So, I might as well try it. ;)

Athena stormed into the Olympian meeting. Everyone turned to look at her, but she didn't seem to care. Instead, she just walked along, straight to her throne, where she reclined. A sudden chill hit the room, and Poseidon was so scared he could have peed his pants.

"Lord Zeus, I apologize for not being prompt. I was held up checking in on my children." Athena told Zeus, her voice dry and angry. She didn't have to specify who she was mad at. Everyone knew who she was mad at. They had spent over a decade watching their new love story of Percy and Annabeth. In fact, Aphrodite had just entertained the council with watching them for a moment. Everyone knew about Annabeth's pregnancy with Percy's child.

"Would that child be Annabeth?" Apollo smirked. A tension filled the room, but Apollo seemed to either not notice or he just wasn't concerned. Athena's jaw tightened. She could feel her cheeks burn. Her daughter was not only married to but is pregnant with and has a child with the son of her enemy. She loved her grandson, but, by the time he was born, Percy was gone. She didn't think that he'd return. She could go to see him without thinking about Luke's father, but she couldn't do that. Percy got his daughter pregnant twice. It wasn't a happy thought for Athena.

"Oh, Athena, you must get over it. They're in love. Take it as a blessing that she didn't get pregnant when they were seventeen and fooling around," Aphrodite smiled. Athena turned to look at her, her grey eyes burning with hate. Aphrodite shrank in her chair. Aphrodite couldn't help it. It was her nature. It's just a natural reaction. Hermes looked at Athena. He wasn't really close with Athena, but she was a great customer. She was ordering books and things all the time. She also shipped off a lot, too. Athena was the main reason he was still in business. When she was upset, she didn't order or ship. She stayed home, looking out at a beautiful view with music playing. Now that Aphrodite back in 'HOT-COLLEGE-GUY' season, she usually picks up make-up and magazines in the world instead of having him do it. He needed Athena's constant buying of books, new computers with the latest software, and stuff like that.

"Athena, the next Scarpetta arrived for you," Hermes nervously told it, holding it up. Athena snapped, and the book appeared in her hand. She gave it the once-over and nodded approvingly.

"So, why was this meeting called?" Athena asked, starting to relax. As she did so, the room let up. Gods chatted to each other as the meeting began

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Athena started to walk down the streets of Olympus. It was a beautiful day, but Athena was too distracted. Poseidon walked along the streets as well. His wife had kicked him out for her book club meeting, and he couldn't stay in his son's wing of the mansion because he was having a girl over. So, he was out there. The second he saw Athena he almost stumbled back. She looked beautiful. Her titanium blond hair was down and blowing in the slight breeze. She hadn't taken the time to change out of the meeting uniform of a Greek robe which also blew in the wind. She looked peaceful and beautiful. Poseidon shook it off. He'll say he needed to talk to her, but he really just wanted to talk to her so he wouldn't stare at her like a geek looking at a head cheerleader.

"Athena?" Poseidon asked. Athena turned to look at him immediately. She noticed that he had changed from his toga into jeans and a baseball tee. She couldn't help but notice how he looked like Percy, and she'll never admit this but she also thought he looked cute.

"Yes, Poseidon," Athena crossed her arms, remembering her anger for him.

"With Annabeth and Percy having a new baby," Poseidon started. Athena looked down, not wanting to talk about it.

"It would be in the best interest of our grandchildren," Poseidon made sure to mention the children instead of their children as Athena doesn't really like Percy, "If we made peace."

"Peace? You must be joking. This is an ancient feud. I am not going to forgive your jealous ways because your son knocked my daughter up," Athena defended. She felt herself wanting to start crying, but she had to remain strong. Poseidon looked deep into her eyes.

"Fine. I'm not saying we'll be friends, but we will no longer be enemies," Athena shrugged.

"Deal?" Poseidon asked, putting his hand out to shake. Athena seemed doubtful but caved.

"Deal," Athena shook his hand.

"I guess I'll see you the next holiday when we can see Luke," Poseidon smiled. Athena couldn't believe what she was doing, but it was in the best interest of her daughter, her grandson, and her new grandchild.