Sorry for not updating sooner. I meant to, but I was on vacation. Plus the hotel I stayed at had terrible Wi-Fi. The internet did not cooperate with me at all, and it was a gigantic pain in my ass. Other than that, Happy New Year's everyone, thank you all again for supporting this story for me, and here's the next chapter.

Here Comes The Big Daddy

Percy's POV

-1 week later-

Well, things have been different for both Clarisse and I this past week. Everyone had been expecting Clarisse to be bummed of the possibility that having this baby was going to ruin her popularity here, especially since it was my baby that she was carrying. They also couldn't believe that I was actually able to get the most stubborn, hotheaded, ill-tempered, and strongest daughter of Ares knocked up with my child. Everyone here knows the whole story, they just still can't believe it. In all honesty, I think Clarisse and I still can't believe it ourselves either. It's still taking a while to settle down the shock of these turn of events to say the least. People still can't stop asking us about it, but as we keep telling everyone, what's done is done, and we both only want what's best for our baby. The only thing we have to deal with now is the possible wrath of our parents, especially Poseidon and Ares. Hopefully Ares and Poseidon are the only gods we have to answer to for this matter. Because even only one other god for this matter to answer to will be a nightmare.

Right now, it was the day of the week were people are competing to win the obstacle tower competition. I wasn't competing, and Clarisse actually wasn't either. She said she didn't really feel like doing any camp activities today. Ever since we found out about her pregnancy, she's only been competing on some days instead of all days like how she usually does. Some days, she says she doesn't really feel like competing in anything today, like today. That's probably from her fighting morning sickness and everything. Not that I can blame her. Everyone in camp knows, and yes, that includes Chiron and Dionysus. Luckily for us, those two haven't talked to us about the baby yet, and I was hoping it would stay that way. We also haven't told anyone outside of camp yet. We both weren't really ready for that just yet. Hopefully we will be soon though. As of the minute right now, we found a spot where we were separated from everyone else. Though a few people would sneak glances at us. But they were easy for the two of us to ignore. Clarisse was trying to focus on the competition going on. Me, well, I don't know if Clarisse noticed yet, but I'm actually reading pregnancy books right now. Either she didn't notice I was reading, or she didn't notice what it was that I was reading. She for the most part tried to make sure no one we didn't want to see were near us.

"Them." Clarisse hissed.

"Who?" I asked looking from my book to Clarisse.

"Paulina and Angelica." Clarisse hissed pointing at them.

"They still giving you a hard time?" I asked.

"Hard time? Oh gods, sometimes, I just want to take their dumb dummy head and just . . ." Clarisse said and gestured herself punching them in their faces.

"I just want to kill them so badly." Clarisse hissed.

"Okay, um Clarisse, I understand that, and I feel a few of the same thoughts, but please take a minute to take a deep breath and calm down. Stress is after all not good for the baby. So much stress ruins a baby's emotional health." I said trying to calm her down.

"How would you know that?" She asked curious turning to my direction.

I just showed her the cover of my book. "What to Expect Pregnancy Journal and Organizer".

"You're reading pregnancy books?" Clarisse asked surprised.

"Yeah, I figured it was one of the best ways to make sure I know what I need to do to protect you and our child." I explained.

Clarisse just smiled and moved closer so she was leaning on me while sitting on my lap and hugging me with one of her arms. Her other arm she used to caress her belly.

"You are amazing." Clarisse whispered against me cheek and then pecked my cheek before turning her attention to our baby, which earned a blush from me.

"You here that baby? Daddy's gonna take good care of us both." Clarisse said to our unborn child.

It made me happy, but at the same time, it also made me nervous. I was more than happy to acknowledge the fact that I'm gonna be a father, but I was also scared about what kind of father I may end up being. I want to be a good father, but my real father was never around for me, and my step-father was nothing more than a selfish shit towards me. What if I end up making one or both of those mistakes myself?

"Are you okay?" Clarisse asked me when she noticed that I was awfully quiet and I looked a little lost.

"I'm worried." I said not looking at her.

"About?" Clarisse asked.

"You and I both say that I'll be a great father, but what if I end up being a terrible father? What if I end up being a horrible person towards our child?" I asked.

Clarisse brought me closer to her and moved my head so I was looking at her now.

"Hey, look at me. I know you'll be a great father. No, you'll be the best father for our baby." Clarisse said looking at me dead in the eyes.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"Because there's no other man's baby I'd rather be carrying." Clarisse said bringing my hand to her belly.

"Plus with how the baby seems to somehow kick or move whenever you touch me belly, the baby is very eager to meet you, just like right now. I think the baby is dying to meet you." Clarisse said.

"Thanks Clare." I said gently placing my forehead on hers.

"Anytime Perce." Clarisse responded as we both closed our eyes.

We started those nicknames three days ago. We thought they'd be more officiant names for each other. Ever since that this happened, Clarisse and I have been growing very close, a lot closer than what I would've thought possible. It was amazing. I never would've thought that we'd actually be on friendly terms with each other. Our baby hasn't been born yet, and it's already had a huge and wonderful impact on Clarisse and I. Clarisse says that our baby is very lucky to have me as his or her father. While I can say she's right on one part about that statement of hers, which is the baby is lucky that his or her father will take get pleasure and enjoyment in raising his child, she's wrong about one part on the statement however. The baby is indeed lucky, but not as lucky as I am to have this baby, and that I actually have a pleasant relationship with Clarisse. As Clarisse and I just enjoyed what we had right now, The signal eventually was giving indication that someone has finally won and retrieved the red ring on top of the warrior's helmet. We looked up to see that the winner of this competition today was Charles Beckendorf, son of the Olympian god of forges and fire Hephaestus, and leader of the Hephaestus cabin. Everyone was cheering for Charles on his victory. Not quite like how they do when Clarisse wins at this, but he was definitely getting quite a round of applause from everyone. Clarisse and I were even cheering for him. Charles was a great guy. He's actually one of the only few people here in camp that actually supports Clarisse and I on our way to preparing for the day we bring our baby into this world. Out of everyone, he's been so supportive for Clarisse and I that I was kinda thinking about making him our baby's godfather.

Clarisse and I haven't really talked about our possible options for a godfather or a godmother for our baby. We haven't talked about where we're gonna raise our baby either, we haven't talked about if we were going to raise our baby here if maybe we should raise him or her in the mortal world. We haven't even talked about any possible names for the child even. We actually haven't talked about anything involving our baby, other than the fact that this child will never be aborted and that we both intend to raise our child. Honestly, I don't really know how to describe our relationship either. True, we're definitely friends and we're definitely the parents of the same baby, but I don't really know what to make of us other than that. Are we a couple? Are we more than just friends? Are we actually together? I mean, all we've ever done is hug and protect each other. We haven't really held the other's hand unless we were trying to comfort the other person, but we don't like hold hands out in public, showing everyone that we're a happy couple. We haven't kissed at all either. Well, not since that night in her cabin that is. And the peck to the cheek I wouldn't really count honestly. After all, some people who are close friends with someone of the opposite sex do offer a friendly kiss every once in a while. Either way, Clarisse and I are gonna have a lot to talk about as time goes on. But back to now. As Charles climbed down the tower and took his leave, like how everyone else was taking their leave, Clarisse and I got up from our seats and headed out. But before we could get far, Dionysus came up to us.

"Clarisse La Rue and Perry Johnson." Dionysus came up to us.

"It's Percy Jackson sir." I said.

"Whatever, listen, you two are to report to the big house right now." Dionysus said.

"What for?" Clarisse asked.

"There are two gentlemen that wish to talk to you two." Dionysus explained before just leaving us.

Clarisse and I just looked at each other, and I could tell that we both did not have a good feeling about this at all. There were two people that wanted to talk to the two of us. The fact that it was her and me and no one else was not a good sign at all. But despite the fact we both didn't want to do this, we knew we had to. So we made our way to the big house, preparing for whatever it is we were gonna have to face right now. When we got to the big house, we saw Chiron standing near the fountain that was in front of the big house. Standing there with him were two guys I was so not ready to see right now. I was hoping so much that who I thought wanted to talk with the two of us weren't the people I thought they were. But to our great misfortune, they were. Clarisse didn't seem to know though. I guess she's never really met either of them in person before like how I have. Well, I just hopes she's prepared right now either way. She and I will need all the strength we can get.

"Percy, Clarisse." Chiron said.

"Hey Chiron, and who are these two?" Clarisse asked.

"I believe Percy knows who they are." Chiron simply answered.

"Poseidon. Ares." I simply said.

Clarisse's POV

'Oh fuck! Fuck, we are in serious shit now.' I thought to myself when Percy said that these two were actually our fathers.

I really wanted to take hold of Percy right now and be as close to him as I possibly could, but I didn't think that would be a sight Poseidon and/or Ares wanted to see. Percy's dad Poseidon was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tacky cargo shorts, and flip-flops. He had the same eyes, skin, and hair as Percy. The only thing Poseidon had that Percy didn't have was a goatee on his face. Percy only had a minor amount of facial hair. My father Ares was dressed in a black biker's jacket, a black sleeveless shirt on underneath it, black combat boots, black jeans that came with a black belt on it, black biker gloves, and a pair of sunglasses. I couldn't tell what the color of his eyes were with the sunglasses on his face, but he had black marines cut hair on his head, a minor amount of facial hair on his face just like Percy, and his skin was a bit darker than mine. You could easily tell where Percy gets most of his looks from, like father like son. Me and my father on the other hand, well, we all know I get my attitude and personality from him, though I can't really say he and I look alike too much. In other words, for me, it like mother like daughter. It's pretty clear to me that I get my physical appeal from my mother.

"Percy." Poseidon said.

"Poseidon." Percy responded.

"So you're the worthless fuck who got my daughter pregnant." Ares said.

"Ares." Percy simply responded.

"Lord Ares. Lord Poseidon." I said.

"Clarisse." Ares responded.

"Clarisse La Rue." Poseidon responded.

This conversation had barely started and it was already frightening the shit out of me.

"Clarisse La Rue, do you have any idea what have done?" Ares growled.

"I got knocked up, I know." I said.

Ares just let out a low growl and I could practically feel his eyes on my belly. He took his sunglasses off to and I saw he was indeed looking at my belly with his dark brown eyes, which I could practically see flames through. By instinct, I moved my hands to my small bump and hugged it, afraid that he might make a move on my baby. Percy moved in front of me to help cover my belly. With the anger I saw in his eyes, which was running up my spine, I was afraid he was gonna explode.

"You did this to her!" Ares screamed at Percy.

"We never meant for this to happen." Percy said.

"I must say, I to, am deeply disappointed in you as well Percy." Poseidon said.

"Please don't blame Percy. This is really all my fault." I said.

"Being drunk is no excuse. You've brought shame upon us all, both of you." Ares growled.

"Ares, I'm not happy about this either, but there is no need to go that far on your daughter or my son." Poseidon said.

"Your pathetic and weak shit of a son has ruined my daughter, and now my greatest pride and joy is now demolished into a lowlife scum! And thanks to that sea spawn turd of yours, she has that thing growing inside of her, that abomination!" Ares said with a disgusted look on his face.

I gasped as a deep scowl began to form in my face and my hands held my stomach tighter. I have a feeling this is gonna end up somewhat like how it did with Angelica at lunch. Percy, I know I'm not supposed to feel any stress as I'm carrying our baby, but Olympian god or not, no one talks to us that way.

"You have no right to say such things! The baby does not hold any fault! It's an innocent child!" I screamed as tears started to form in my eyes.

I'm not usually one to cry, but my father saying such things is like having a knife thrown at my heart. I couldn't cry, I had to be strong and defend our unborn child, just like Percy. But it was becoming more difficult not to cry. I hated that my own father thought so badly of me. However, I did not regret my condition, or the little miracle growing inside of me. I had no shame over my actions. They were too intimate and too important to me. I could not deny the happiness I have found, but I hated how it came with a price.

"Olympian god or not, you've got some nerve talking about my child like that." Percy growled and hit Ares with his own glare.

I have to admit, I've never seen this side of Percy before. I can't tell what surprised me more though, Percy actually having an anger side to himself, or the fact that his glare to me was like an exact Percy Jackson version of Ares' glare. They both glared at each other and neither one would back down. I'll tell you, if looks alone could actually kill, Percy and Ares would be perfect examples at revealing that. But I was happy that Percy was being so brave for us. It really touched my heart . . . and it made me want to just kiss him senseless.

"He has ruined you Clarisse, now you can be so easily harmed and broken." Ares growled.

There was no stopping my tears now or trying to hide behind Percy as much as possible. I even wrapped my arms around his chest. I didn't care if this wasn't something to show our fathers anymore, I just really needed Percy to protect me and our baby, and I really wanted to be held, or hold Percy real close to myself.

"You have no right to talk to your daughter that way." Percy said.

"Percy, you and Clarisse aren't ready to be parents. You aren't old enough to have a baby." Poseidon told Percy as calmly as he possibly could.

"Who are you to be deciding what I'm ready for and what I'm not ready for?" Percy said in an angry tone towards Poseidon.

'Percy, whatever it is you end up doing right now, please be careful.' I thought to myself and tightened my hold over him.

"Percy, you are not ready for the responsibility of being a father." Poseidon raised his voice a bit.

That seemed to spark a sudden flame in Percy eyes. My head was leaning on his shoulder, so I couldn't directly see his eyes right now, but I could definitely tell they weren't their usual calm and peaceful selves.

"You don't know a goddamn thing about being a father!" Percy yelled.

That seemed to shock Poseidon a bit. It even seemed to cause Ares to raise an eyebrow as well. Oh Percy.

Their fathers now know of the baby, and drama between the fathers and the future parents is about to get real. Stay tune for the next update, which I hope to post sometime before the weekend. Please continue to enjoy the story as well as my other stories as you wait for the next update.