A/N: Finally back again with another update, hope you guys like it!

He wakes up far more disoriented than he should be for waking up in his own bed. But a second later it comes rushing back to him like wave. (Well, more like a typhoon) He turns his head to the side to confirm that he is not, in fact, dreaming.

And there she is.

Annabeth freaking Chase, with her blond hair splayed out on the pillow, her bare shoulder peaking out from under the blanket.

Heat rushes to his cheeks and he has no idea why he's embarrassed now of all times. They already—

Oh god…they actually…

Panic is the next typhoon to hit him. He's not sure why, everything had gone well. Their third "official" date (if you don't count the smaller coffee dates and the second trip to Disney land) had been lowkey, just a homemade dinner at his place.

He remembers being self-conscious of his apartment, knowing it isn't the nicest, but Annabeth had just smiled and settled in normally. There was wine, he thinks, and the movie they'd put on. And somewhere along the way the kisses had…escalated.

But it had gone well, right? She seemed to…they…he needs to stop this line of thought. Come to think of it, he needs to stop all lines of thought. They are all being equally unproductive right now.

Another glance at Annabeth confirms that she's still sleeping. Well, she's turned away from him, but it seems like she's still sleeping.

He turns back to the popcorn ceiling, too many emotions muddling up his mind. He decides to focus on his body instead, he's hungry.

Make her breakfast dummy, the voice inside his head tells him. Right, that is something he should do, well it's something he wants to do. It's the first productive thought he's had since waking up actually.

Moving carefully, so he doesn't wake her up, he gets out of bed, slowly making his way out of the room. When he gets to the door and turns back to check, he almost trips on thin air.

She looks so beautiful.

Well, she always looks beautiful, but the peace on her face as she sleeps is breathtaking.

He has to force himself to leave the room. Five minutes later finds him washed up and staring at the kitchen.

What breakfast foods does he even have? Usually, he ends up eating breakfast at the café, but there should be something around…

Bread.

He's got bread. A search through his fridge confirms he did run out of eggs and this breakfast situation is not looking too well. If he had known this would happen—well he would have laughed out loud if someone had told him this would happen. (It still boggles his mind that he and Annabeth actually…)

Focus. He needs to figure out breakfast. All the groceries he got were so geared towards dinner that he hadn't really considered breakfast.

He starts to rifle through his cabinets aimlessly, trying to search for something, anything, that could work. When his hand hits a cardboard box in the back, he thanks every deity out there.

Pancake mix.

But he's got zero maple syrup or whipped cream, so—

"Percy?"

He freezes at the sound of her voice. Damnit, he should have moved faster, he was at least supposed to have started already.

"Annabeth, hey," he says, going for casual and failing. He turns around and almost forgets how to breathe. She's wearing her leggings from the night before and his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

"Percy?" Annabeth repeats, clearly noticing him freezing for a second time.

"Yeah, hi, yeah I'm here, what's up?" Why is he so nervous?

"Um…what's going on?" Annabeth asks slowly, clearly confused herself.

"I was just about to make you breakfast, but I don't actually have too many breakfast things but I have pancake mix so I was gonna make that but then I don't have maple syrup so—"

"Percy," Annabeth cuts in. "Breathe."

Right. He forces himself to stop and take a breath.

"Are you okay?" she asks. Her hand grips the kitchen counter and that's when he actually gets out of his own head for a second to properly look at her.

Everything about her stance screams that she's nervous too. Her words from their first date come back to him. He needs to chill out.

"Yeah," he replies softly. "Are you?"

She's probably more nervous…she probably hadn't thought any of this would happen either.

Annabeth nods. "Yeah…I just don't…do this often…"

His own thoughts cast aside, all he can focus on is making her feel better. "I sure hope not," he jokes. "I thought I was the only one you're going on dates with."

It's a win when she cracks a smile at his words.

"I mean," he continues. "That was…well, amazing, so now I feel more inclined to keep you to myself." He blushes at his own words, which ruins the effect a little.

She smiles again. "I'd be okay with that."

Wait… "Really?"

Annabeth shrugs. "I mean you've made it this far, might as well go all the way."

His heart is soaring. There's no way this is actually happening to him.

"I thought we did go all the way, last night," he replies, unable to contain the wide grin spreading across his face.

Annabeth blushes, lifting a hand to slap his chest lightly. "You know what I mean."

He pulls her into his arms. "I know. So, Annabeth Chase, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Though she's the one who suggested it, he still gets a spike of nervousness when he utters the words. Annabeth tilts her head to the side, evidently thinking about it.

"I guess," she finally says.

He smiles. "I'll take that as a yes."

Annabeth smiles back, leaning into his arms and pressing her face against his neck. "That is a yes." The words come out muffled and it's painfully adorable. He revels in the feeling.

After a moment she leans back. "You said something about breakfast?"

He nods, letting out a sigh. "You were supposed to come in after I had started so it could be more impressive," he tells her honestly. "And I was supposed to have more breakfast options…"

All he wants is to give her the best and for some reason that is more difficult that it needs to be. Annabeth shakes her head. "Well, I'm sorry for my early arrival, but I'm hungry too you know," she teases. "I'll take anything you got."

"How do you feel about plain pancakes and toast?"

"Great, how can I help?"

Percy shakes his head. "No, no, just have a seat, I got it." He leads her to the small kitchen table and pulls out a chair for her.

"I would normally argue, but I don't mind the view," she says from her spot, as he walks back to the cabinets.

And that's when he realizes he's not wearing a shirt.

Failing to hide his blush, he turns to her, crossing his arms. "Well, someone took my shirt."

Annabeth sits up. "Want me to take it off then?"

Oh god.

"We're never gonna get to breakfast if you do that," he tells her.

She shrugs. "Lunch sounds better anyway."

Annabeth Chase is going to be the death of him. Something he confirms when she does, in fact, take off the shirt.

A/N: Shoutout to anon on tumblr who asked for the first morning after! I'm finally back to writing properly for this series again, and I will say the break definitely helped. I was getting a bit burnt out with this, so thank you for your patience while waiting for the next upload.

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