Percy,

I flipped the last of the pancakes onto a plate and topped it off with a side of bacon, which I had spent the last month trying to teach Annabeth how to make without burning the apartment building to the ground. Sure, they were still a little burned, but I was so proud of her of her not starting a kitchen fire that I would have no other way than to eat it.

I took a seat beside Annabeth and looked at my daughter, and I had to force myself not to lean over and hug my daughter as I thought about how old she was getting.

I know she's only eight, but eight is close to ten. And ten is close to twelve, when she'll go to camp.

And when it wears off.

As a gift from my mother-in-law, our children would be protected until they were twelve, when they could learn to protect themselves. I knew Sarah had inherited enough from her parents to be able to take care of herself. But I didn't want my daughter to have the same life I had.

I didn't want my daughter to have to grow up so young and make decisions that some adults will never have to make.

"So, what are you going to name the baby?" Sarah asked as she picked up her glass of orange juice again.

"Well, we won't pick out a name until we find out if it's a boy or girl," I was quick to speak up before Annabeth could start talking about how I wouldn't even talk about boy names until we found out if it was a boy.

"What if it's a girl then?"

"I think Olivia. What do you think, Sarah?" Annabeth sipped at her coffee, and I bit my tongue not to do anything about it.

"I like the name Olivia," Sarah nodded, "But what if I get a little brother?"

Annabeth smiled her 'Ha Ha' face at me, telling me that I have to answer.

"We haven't talked about that yet," I shrugged, and Sarah nodded.

"Well, when do you find out? If it's a boy or girl?" Sarah asked before biting into a piece of toast.

"Next week," Annabeth smiled wide.

She was so excited about it. I wasn't even sure if it was Mommy Excited or Proof Your Husband Wrong Excited. At this point, I wasn't even sure that she honestly wanted a son but just wanted to prove that her Athena blood had been right once again.

It's not that I didn't want a son either.

It was just in my nature to want to spoil a daughter.

"I hope I get a little brother," Sarah shrugged, and, while Sarah was looking away, Annabeth did that annoying Ha Ha face again.

"I'm going to go get my bookbag," Sarah told me, and I nodded for her to be able leave. And, as soon as Sarah couldn't see me, I stuck my tongue out at Annabeth.

Annabeth,

I nervously watched as the doctor put the cold blue jelly on my growing abdomen.

For the last few months, I had thought mainly of how Percy ad I had disagreed on it. I had thought about how happy I'd be to prove my husband wrong and be carrying a baby boy instead of a baby girl like he tought.

I had purposely made it so that I didn't think of it in a Mommy perspective. I thought of it in the Athena Kid Is Going to Be Right perspective.

"You okay, Annabeth?" Percy smiled at me, and I tried to push away my worries.

But it was like they were written in permanent ink on my brain.

"Nervous."

"Don't be, it'll be fine," Dr. Marino smiled her pearly white smile at me, but it didn't help anything.

She took the ultrasound and started to rub it over my stomach.

I tightened my grip on Percy's hand as the image of the baby showed up on the screen.

I couldn't help but smile at it.

It was weird to think that, one day, that little baby would be Sarah's age soon. And that they'd be in an office life this one day, either being the pregnant woman or the anticipating father.

It was even weirder to realize that Sally had been in a position just like this. That she had held her breath as she found out that her baby was a little boy. That she had been reassured by a doctor, saying that there was no reason to worry.

"Okay, the baby looks perfectly healthy, Annabeth," Dr. Marino smiled, "Now, did you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes," I nodded quickly, and I mentally crossed my fingers.

"Okay then, let's see."

I squeezed Percy's hand.

"It looks like…" she moved the ultrasound a little to the right to see better, "You better paint the nursery pink."

I gasped.

"It's a little girl."

I suddenly forgot the bets about the gender and let myself be a giddy mother-to-be.

"Olive," I smiled down at my abdomen.

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"What is this stuff?"

"Cherry Vanilla Frosting," I told Percy as I took a spoon and dug in.

"Cherry Vanilla Frosting?"

"It's good."

"How?"

"Percy, if you're going to keep making fun of my cravings, I'm just going to send you to get candy," I waved my frosting-covered spoon at him, and he raised his hands I surrender.

"Okay," he smiled, and I continued to eat the icing as Percy wrapped his arms around me.

"We're having a little girl," he kissed the top of my head.

"I know, I know. You were right, Percy."

"I know," he smiled, enjoying being right.

"So, name time. What do you think? Sophie? Olivia? Elizabeth?"

"I still like the name Olivia," he stroked my hair.

"Olivia Jackson," I smiled down at my stomach.

"Do you think we'll be good at it?" Percy asked, "With her, I mean?"

"We're pretty good with Sarah," I shrugged, "So we'll probably be pretty good with this one."

"But Sarah is eight. I mean, with a baby? How are we going to be with a dependent newborn that cries all the time?"

"Percy," I laughed, "You are Mr. Daddy over here. I'm the one who'll need help."

"You're going to be a great mom to Olive here. Don't worry about it," Percy laughed as if that would make me feel better.

"I hope so. I don't want to be like my dad. I love the man and everything, but he had no clue how to raise a child," I took another spoonful of frosting, "And don't even get me started on my mom."

"Or my dad."

"We really only have one hope then."

"What's that?" he smiled.

"Become like Sally."

He laughed as he held me closer


Okay, next chapter is little Olive!