Hey guys! That's right! Another chapter for you guys! Am I good or am I good? Not really. I'm just taking advantage of the first homework free weekend I've had in, like, three months.

Anyway, this chapter was created solely by all you guys' awesome ideas. I realized that I skipped some important stuff for Logan and that he is now too old for me to write about them, so I improvised. The idea just came to me and I had to write it. So, if you suggested an idea for the story, you will most likely see it in this chapter. I included almost all of them!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Sadly, tomorrow is Monday, meaning school and all it's "fun" starts again, so no guarantees on when exactly the next update will be. I'll try my best, and you should hopefully have it by Wednesday. Don't hold me to it, but I'm going to try!

On that note, I present to you, chapter 36!

Re-edited: 2/11/17

I walked into the living room where Annabeth and Logan were, sticking my cell phone in my pocket as I walked. I had been home from work for a few minutes, but had spent that time on the phone with Jason. The son of Jupiter was home alone with Isabella and had called in desperation, asking how to make a teething baby stop crying. The joy.

Annabeth sat on the floor, leaning back into the foot of the couch with her legs stretched out under the coffee table before her and half-finished blueprints scattered atop it. Since Logan's birth, she'd worked mostly from home in order to be with him. Her boss only required her to come in a few times a month for client meetings and Annabeth was able to work just as easily from home as she could actually in the office. The eighteen-month old sat on the floor near her now, playing with the toy workbench he'd gotten for his birthday. It had been a birthday present—from Leo, of course.

I stopped in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene. I couldn't help but be impressed at Annabeth's ability to keep the toddler entertained and quiet for so long. Logan had become quite the little terror since learning how to walk and he could be something of a handful.

Then again, Annabeth had her ways.

She looked up now and, noticing me, smiled. "Did he calm her down?" she asked, referring to Jason and Isabella.

I shrugged and shook my head. "I don't know. For his sake, I hope so. That girl has lungs."

She chuckled and went back to her work. Logan looked up then. He smiled widely at the sight of me, got to his fee, and tottered over."Dada!"

"Hey, Bud!" I said and picked him up. Gods, I loved that kid. I resting him against my hip, I crossed to Annabeth and kissed her cheek in the proper greeting I hadn't gotten to give her yet.

"How was work?" she asked, not looking away from her own.

I shrugged and then realized she wasn't looking. "Jumped in New York Harbor to free a trapped turtle. You know, the usual." She laughed. Logan was squirming now. I set him down and he took off again.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Annabeth asked, looking up for the first time, "Can you get my book on Italian arches? It's on the shelf in the hallway. This doesn't look right to me."

I glanced down at the blueprints. Her arch looked fine to me but what did I know? "Sure," I said, and headed to get it.

The book was right where Annabeth said it would be, stacked neatly in the middle of the second shelf. The bookshelf was full of books and as such I tended to avoid it. About half of them were in Ancient Greek, which was a slightly lesser torture on my eyes, but I didn't recognize most of the titles. One book did, however, catch my eye as I was turned away. Settled on the very end of the top shelf, it was light blue and green with a swirling design stitched into it. In short, it was a stark contrast to the other book occupying the shelf, which were boring and normal. I stopped and pulled the book off the shelf.

It was a baby book. I recognized it as the one someone had given us shortly before Logan was born. I didn't remember seeing it since. Curious, I flipped it open and scanned a few pages. To my surprise, they were filled out in Annabeth's careful penmanship. I didn't know she'd been keeping up with it all this time.

I laid the architecture book on the shelf and held the open baby book with both hands. The first few pages were all basic information: baby's name, date, time, place, weight, length, parents; all that. I turned a few more pages, scanning them quickly and squinting through the dyslexia.

One page in particular caught my eye and I stopped to examine it more closely. Printed across the top were the words, My First… and below the title was a list of Logan's 'firsts.' About half of them were filled in.

First Smile- 2 months

First Tooth- 3 months

First Time Rolling Over- 2.5 months

First Time Sleeping through the Night- 5 months

First Time Sitting Up- 7.5 months

First Time Crawling- 8 months

Others, like First Time Going Potty weren't filled in yet. A few "milestones" caught my eye in particular.

First Word. "11 months; 'Boat'", Annabeth had written, and then in parenthesis beside it: Daddy was ecstatic. I grinned at the memory.

We were at the beach in Montau;, Annabeth, Logan, and I. It had been the first time we'd been since Logan's birth. It was January—way too cold for swimmign) or really doing much of anything outside, but Logan was perfectly content to sit in the sand in his winter coat and play in it.

A boat sailed by and we pointed it out to him.

"Hey, Logan," I said, pointing, "Look. It's a boat."

Annabeth looked over then, noticing it too, and she joined me in showing him. We repeated the word until the boat was little more than a speck on the horizon and then went back to playing with him, unconcerned.

A few minutes later, Annabeth and I were immersed in conversation, watching Logan enjoy himself, when he interrupted our conversation. "Boat."

We went silent and slowly turned to him, staring. I thought maybe he was just babbling as he did and was about to respond to Annabeth's comment about dinner when he said it again. "Boat!"

I blinked, shocked. "Did he just say-?"

Annabeth nodded, staring at Logan, who again repeated, "Boat! BoatBoatBoatBoat!"

"No boat," Annabeth told him. "The boat's gone, Logan."

"Boat," Logan insisted, looking past us at the water.

I turned and looked where he was and sure enough, to my surprise, there was another boat sailing by. I directed Annabeth's attention to I and she looked back and forth between it and Logan, in surprise, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

"Boat," Logan persisted cutely.

"That's right, baby," Annabeth said, "That's right! That's a boat!" Then she looked at me, caught up. "Figures that would be his first word."

I laughed.

I continued scanning the page until my eyes landed on First Steps. Next to it, Annabeth had written: "12 months."

It was two weeks after Logan's first birthday. We were over my mom and Paul's. We had finished eating dinner and were in the living room now. Annabeth had taken Logan for a diaper change and now walked him back into the room. 'Walking' consisted of her holding the baby's hands and walking behind him.

I leaned forward from my spot on the couch when they came in. Logan smiled toothily when he saw me.

"Come here, Buddy," I said, reaching arms out toward him, "Walk to me!" We'd done this with him before, just seeing if he could do it. He normally managed about half a step before he'd lose his balance and land on his diapered bottom, not yet able to shift his weight fast enough. I expected Annabeth to just walk with him to me.

She waited though, seeing if he would try again himself. "Go, Logan. Walk to Daddy," she encouraged.

"C'mere, Bud," I said. Logan, still smiling, let go of her hands and stood there, balancing for a second, before he shifted his foot to take a step—

And didn't fall, but rather took another, and another. He made it four steps before he grew unsteady and began falling forward—close enough for me to lean forward and grab him. I picked him up, laughing, "Good job! You walked!" Everyone else was cheering.

And my mom, of course, got it all on video.

I flipped through another page or two of the baby book before realizing that I'd been standing there for a while and Annabeth was still waiting for her architecture book. It was actually strange that she hadn't called down the hall about it yet.

Deciding I'd made her wait long enough, I closed the book and set it back in its place on the top corner of the shelf. I walked back to the living room, book on Italian arches in hand, but stopped in the doorway. The scene that greeted me made me smile.

Annabeth sat on the floor with Logan, blueprints forgotten, a colorful puzzle of farm animals before them. Logan was standing up, looking down and watching as she animatedly showed him how to put the puzzle piece in the right spot. "See?" she was saying, "The duckie goes here. Like that."

Logan squealed, squatted down, and took the piece back out again, losing his balance and falling on his butt in the process. He didn't seem to mind though, too mesmerized by the big puzzle piece in his hand. He turned it over and over, examining it as if it were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. He looked back up at Annabeth, who smiled at him, and then put the piece right in his mouth. He set to chewing on it happily. "No, Silly," she said, laughing. "You don't eat it!" She picked up another of the scattered pieces, a cow this time. "Look, Logan. Can you put it in the puzzle? Like this, look." She put the cow piece in the right spot. Logan looked down, still chewing on the side of the duck piece, watching her. He took it out of his mouth for a moment, looked at it some more, and then returned to chewing on it again. Annabeth just laughed.

Logan, in response, laughed adorably back at her, forgetting the puzzle piece in his hand and letting it fall to the floor. He stood himself up and tottered the few steps over to her, stopping to pick up the blue ball sitting on the floor on the way. He paused, holding it and looking at her. "Roll it to me," Annabeth told him, scooting back to allow him room to do so, "Roll it, Logan."

Logan looked at her for a second and then back to the ball. He tossed it awkwardly in what was maybe supposed to be a roll but, from his height, it bounced a bit on its way to her. His aim was good though. He deposited it almost perfectly in front of her. "Good job!" she told him, smiling at him adoringly. She rolled the ball back to him. It hit his foot lightly and stopped.

He laughed and picked it up before he took off running in the opposite direction and Annabeth stood to run after him. "Come here, you!" she said, laughing, "I'm gonna get you!" Logan squealed as she scooped him up and spun him around, laughing.

I leaned against the doorframe, reveling in the beauty of my family and the pure perfection of the moment. Annabeth saw me then and stopped, still holding the giggling toddler sideways against her. Logan still held his blue ball in both hands, and, now longer moving, he attempted to put that in his mouth too.

"What took you so long, Seaweed Brain?" she asked lightheartedly.

"I got a little distracted," I admitted with a grin.

"I'll say."

I held up the book, grinning. "Still want this?"

She looked at it in my hand for a second, clearly thinking about how much she really didn't want it, but said, "Yeah. Just put it on the coffee table."

I moved to do so and smirked as Logan giggled again. I turned to see Annabeth righting him, bouncing him playfully up and down in her arms as she did so. I set the book on the table and walked to them, wrapping my arms around Annabeth from behind and resting my head on her shoulder. This put my face level with Logan's. He smiled wider than he already was and put his hand on my cheek.

"Getting a lot of work done, I see," I murmured, turning my face toward Annabeth's. I clicked my tongue in mock disapproval.

She leaned her head sideways, resting it against mine, and sighed. "Yeah. It will just have to wait. I have better things to do at the moment." How motherhood had changed her.

"A shame," I said, grinning, "Depriving the world of your expertise like that. How will it go on?"

She laughed. "I don't know. But the world's pretty resilient. It'll find a way."

Now it was my turn to laugh. I tightened my grip around her and kissed her cheek before turning back to Logan, who was again attempting to fit the too-large ball in his mouth.

"Yes," I said, "It will."

Isn't Logan just adorable? I tried my best to keep all the "firsts" accurate to real babies (I looked it up), so Logan is right on par, if not slightly ahead of the game. Annabeth is his mom, after all. :)

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Until next chapter!