A/N: I'm just that regular student, not a person who makes millions. Honestly.
Note: first, you should read the previous story before this, or some things won't make sense. If you don't want to heed this warning, go ahead. Second, this involves a married and pregnant femPercy.
Warning: mentions of the demigods and superheroes' former home/family life, as in Beryl Grace's alcoholism, etc, etc.

Week #9

It is probably a rule of the universe that your family is protective if you if you are pregnant; Percy thinks as Steve stops her from lifting a bag of groceries. It's not like the bag is too heavy – she's lifted a four-foot-longsword for gods' sakes! But no, apparently, even being only two months pregnant has already made her fragile.

She'd probably skewer him with Anaklusmos if not for that kicked puppy look and his guilt tripping of her, saying it was for the kid's safety. When you're out, I swear, I'll have your father change your nappies in retaliation, sounds good baby? Percy thinks to the child currently residing inside her. If her being less nauseous is anything to go by, the kid's said okay in its baby language, and she knows that the kid is going to be a mini-her.

No problem, it'll be a little hellion for the rest of its family, except its Mommy, if her mother's old stories are anything to go by. Suddenly, she feels a small pang in her heart, Mom. Mom would know what to do rather than coddle her, which, has she mentioned, she absolutely hates?

"Perce, you alright?" Steve asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. And let me drive." She tries, knowing he is a little afraid of her.

"Sorry, no can do. I don't prefer being blasted by Tony's repulsors, or stabbed by Jason's spear." So they already gave the poor man death threats? Oh gods...

(Okay, so maybe it's hypocritical of her to be exasperated at her husband and her cousin using Steve's fear for them to their advantage while she does it too, but...it's her!)

So, obviously, she's a bit grumpy while entering the Tower; "The groceries are here, people!"

And yes, a few people other than the Avengers – that is to say, the Seven and Thalia – moved into the Avengers Tower too, 'cause, why not?

"I'm going to sleep!" she announced and left.

Shouts of "Take care!" and "Have Jarvis call us if you need help!" were heard behind. Jarvis, in all honesty, is the only one in this house who doesn't treat her like a glass doll.

"Jarvis, why don't they start doing this at, I don't know, six months or something instead of two?" she asks to the walls, as she has no idea where exactly the AI is installed, while moving to her bedroom.

"I believe, Ma'am, that it is their way of showing they care. As you know, family lives for them weren't that nice..."

She's immediately feeling guilty: Annie ran away at seven and she honestly doubts Helen was kind before, Thalia's mom was an alcoholic, Jason never knew his mother, Frank's grandmother was way too strict for him, Leo was in the system since he was seven, Hazel's curse combined with a near insane mom was not a nice combination, Piper's dad never really noticed her, Natasha was in the Red Room since she was four, Bruce's home life wasn't ideal, Thor's family life was fine enough until Loki's invasion, Tony's parents practically ignored his existence and his father usually called him a disappointment, and Steve was out of his time...

She felt like a horrible woman for being that demanding.

Jarvis then added, "And, I believe, you are far more used to fighting and roughhousing, so being that much cared for by people other than your mother is unusual." After all these years, with a demigod family, yes, it was still unusual, but...wait, how did Jarvis know this?

"You hacked my files, didn't you?"

Jarvis was quiet.

Week #17

Percy's currently flicking through a few web pages, courtesy of Jarvis. Flavia, no, I won't inflict that on her, if it's a girl.

Latin names are not that nice...Percillia, yeah, no. No way was her kid being named after her.

So, she just needs to change to Italian; Sarra...I really don't want her to be named after a family member of hers.

You see, she and Jason have a deal and a bet: he says it's a boy, she says it's a girl (a total mini-Percy, remember?). If he's right, he gets to choose the name, but she'll choose the middle name, and if she's right, it's the other way round.

She prays to every deity possible that her husband is having the same problem. Artemis will probably grant it. Hera she's not sure.

"Names have power" is probably one of the most important lessons her mother's ever taught her, and she's definitely going to stand by that. Felicity? Nope.

It takes her an hour to find the name, but when she does, it's absolutely perfect.

Week #23

Percy woke up in the middle of the night with a craving for a peanut butter sandwich.

"Jason," she whisper-yelled, "Jason!" the second one was accompanied by a sharp poke to the stomach.

"Wha? Go back to sleep, 'Lia, it's two in the morning." The blonde groggily mumbled.

"No, I can't sleep. I want a peanut butter sandwich." She petulantly demanded.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." She hissed.

Obviously, he went to get her the sorta morning snack.

Week #36

Percy wanted hot sauce.

Now, this wouldn't usually be a problem, except there was rice for dinner (she had demanded it). And everyone knew she hated adding hot sauce to rice – heck, even Percy knew that! Then why did she want it?

The demigoddess shrugged to herself, oh well, I might as well have it.

Fifteen minutes later: cue the astonished stares at her direction.

"What?" she defensively asked with a mouthful of food.

"That is your second servings of rice, with hot sauce." Tony stated.

"Yeah, so?"

"You never eat two servings, and you loathe mixing hot sauce with rice." Natasha explained.

"I know."

Thalia pointedly looked at her plate.

Percy glared: no one else bothered her after the patented "I-am-not-in-the-mood-for-this-tomfoolery" glare. Hmm, maybe her kid could also get this, it certainly got her large and childish family to behave, and- wait a second, why was she thinking like a responsible adult?!

And to think, she wasn't even in perfect motherhood yet. Now she knew what her mother meant by, "suddenly acting like a responsible and well-behaved human being without noticing".

Week #40

Point 1: Never, ever, ever, say you're in labour to your dear husband's face. At least, that's what came to Percy's mind, looking at Jason's unconscious figure.

"Hey, Natasha?"

"Hmm?" Why was she so cal- oh yeah, Nat didn't know yet.

"You mind driving me to the hospital?"

Ah and there's the panicked face! But, she obliged gracefully, and for once in her life, Percillia Morgan Jackson-Grace was in the mood to just scream at the sky and tell Artemis and Eileithyia to "get here already".

She hoped she wouldn't do that act of stupidity.

But, thank the Fates, Percy didn't do so, and was subsequently saved from turning into a jackalope or anything remotely similar. And, yes, thanking those three old ladies was perfectly temporary.

Four hours later

That kid definitely had more demigod strength than what they'd counted on, then again, she was part-Poseidon and part-Zeus, so really, what were they supposed to expect?

And, speaking of, Percy also won the bet.

"You just came out, and are siding with Mama already, aren't you?" she cooed. Never in her life had she ever thought that she, the cynical and hard demigod daughter of Poseidon, would ever turn soft.

Not even an hour old and Beatrix Margaret Grace-Jackson was already working miracles.

A/N: Phew, okay. So, we've gotten a mini-Percy, how does that sound? Please review and give me your feedback! Also, if there's anything about Beatrix that you want me to make a one-shot on. Till then, bye!