Two weeks later, Annabeth and Malcolm were starting work on the nursery.

"What color should it be?" Malcolm asked.

"I don't know if the baby's a boy or girl yet," Annabeth said.
"Let's make it blue," he said. "Percy's favorite color was blue."
"But what if it's a girl?"
"Babies don't care what color their room is."
Annabeth decided he was right. The next day, she went to Olympus and told her mother and Poseidon about the baby. Athena was pleased but told Annabeth that she must take great wisdom to care for the baby. Poseidon was ecstatic.
"Will the baby have your and Percy's powers?" He asked.
Annabeth wasn't sure. She had never thought of that. The baby would be a quarter god. Would the baby be able to breathe underwater or weave splendid tapestries?
"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'll find out."
It took a while, but they finally finished the baby's room three months later. Annabeth looked around the room. They had painted the room blue and there were fish and dolphins all around. The cradle was blue and Annabeth had made it herself. She was proud of the room. Later that day, she went to the doctor's to find out the gender.
"Mrs. Jackson?" The nurse asked.
She got up and went to the examining room. The doctor put some jelly on her stomach and turned on the ultrasound. On the screen there was a little blob.
"That's your baby," the doctor said. "It's a girl."
A girl! Annabeth was elated. She would have a little girl and teach her how to weave. Weaving was one of the things that came naturally to her. Maybe it would come naturally to her daughter too. Annabeth went to Camp Half-Blood and told Chiron that her baby was a girl.
"Wonderful!" He said.
Mr. D was not as excited.
"Oh great," he said. "Another Annabel."
"Annabeth," she corrected him.
"Whatever."
"What are you going to name her?" Chiron asked.
"I haven't decided yet."
Piper and Annabeth talked late into the night about names for the baby.
"Abigail," Piper said.
"No," Annabeth said. "I don't want an old lady's name."
"How about Sonya?"
"Maybe. Clementine?"
"Really?" Piper said.
"You're right. That's a no."
"Daisy?"
"Genevieve?"
"Marigold?"
After a while of doing this, Annabeth found the perfect name.
"Hope," she said.
"Hope?" Piper asked. "That's a good one. Are you sure?"
"Yes."