Artemis PoV

Percy growled, pulling his fingers out of me. I laid there, aching for his touch.

"Stay here," he growled.

My husband pulled the covers over me before going to answer the door.

After hearing a few minutes of faint conversation, I got up and slid one of his hoodies over my head.

My lover was talking to one of his subordinates, bored out of his mind.

I sat down in his lap, kissing his ear. "Percy, come back to bed soon."

The subordinate's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Jonathan, do you really think your findings were of greater importance than my previous activities?" My husband asked.

"Um," the young man replied. "What was it you were doing?"

"He was making love to me," I interjected.

Percy smirked, pulling me close. "Come back tomorrow, man."

The subordinate left in shock.

Percy brought me back to bed. "Now where we?"

"Mmmmh," I sounded. "You were about to make love to me."

Within minutes, we were both naked, hands all over each other.

My husband's hands were exploring my body, caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples, cupping my sex and tracing my slit.

His lips, of course, were on my neck.

Percy, deciding I had been teased enough, pressed his tip into me.

I gasped, the pleasure increasing

thousandfold.

I bit into my lover's shoulder as he broke through my hymen, fingernails digging into his back.

I motioned for him to continue, moaning loudly as he continued to thrust.

As he pumped in and out, I arched my back, screaming Percy's name as I orgasmed.

Like always, the wave of pleasure made me more sensitive, and I had orgasm after orgasm.

What felt like hours later, I felt my womb penetrated.

Even later, my husband finally climaxed, releasing his semen into my womb.

I let out yet another moan as he pulled out of me.

When I woke up, Percy's arms were around me, holding me close.

I pecked his cheek, sitting g up.

My husband yawned, grabbing clothes from the dresser as he carried me to the bathroom.

After a shower in which naughty things that shouldn't be recorded took place, I slipped on a clean pair of panties and one of my lover's hoodies.

After breakfast, I curled up next to Percy, sipping hot nectar as we watched the news for updates on the war.

Then I felt something kick my stomach.

I set down my mug, grabbing my husband's hand.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked.

I placed the hand on my stomach. "Percy, you feel it, right?"

He nodded. "That's wonderful, Artemis." I just laid there for a moment, stunned.

My lover kissed my forehead. "I love you, Artemis."

He slid down to my stomach, lifting the shirt to kiss it. "I love you too, baby Jackson."

"Percy," I murmured. "Since I'm a goddess, the baby will be born much faster."

"When?" He asked softly, holding my hand. I bit my lip. "Next month at the latest."

My husband's eyes bulged.

There was already a baby bump starting to form.

My lover and I spent the next hour preparing the baby's room and babyproofing the apartment.

Arnold was nuzzling the baby bump asl positioned a teddy bear.

I gasped, suddenly feeling a particularly hard kick.

Percy pulled me into a hug. "Are you feeling alright?"

I kissed his cheek. "Yes, Percy, I'm fine. I'm just not used to having a little fighter using my womb as their practice room."

My lover kneeled down and pressed his forehead against my stomach. "Hey, baby Jackson, I know you're probably really antsy and you might not like it in mommy's tummy, but when you kick it makes her uncomfortable. It'd be great if you'd calm down." I was shocked. The baby listened.

"I love you, Percy," I murmured, arms going around his torso as I hugged him.

"I love you too, Artemis," he replied, arms wrapping around me.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, I asked who we should tell.

We agreed on Levi and Logan, who were dating, according to Percy.

They showed up at the door a few minutes later, bags in hand.

I received hugs from the gay men, who seemed to be infatuated by the concept of a child.

They gave good, warm hugs, but Percy's were better.

I sat down next to my husband, while the two visitors sat on the couch facing the one where we sat.

"So, we had been wondering if...um...if you two would like to be the child's godparents?" I asked. "I know it's not something common in the immortal world, but we wanted to anyway."

The couple agreed immediately, turning my attention to the bags they had brought.

"We wanted to get something for the baby," Logan explained, pulling out a nicely wrapped box.

I opened it, finding a pacifier infused with nectar and an ambrosia core.

Brilliant.

And they had gotten a few onesies with silly sayings for the baby.

I thanked them, rambling about how

adorable they would be.

After much more talk, the two left to their apartment.

"Are you excited about the baby?" Percy asked.

I nodded, snuggling into his chest.

My husband smiled. "You'll be a great parent."

"So will you," I mumbled into his chest.

Percy got down on one knee and placed his hands on my swelling stomach. "Mommy and daddy love you very much, little one. We're very excited to have you, and we'll do our very best to be the most loving parents we can."

"What will we name the baby?" I wondered. "What about Ryan?" Percy suggested.

"That's good," I nodded. "But if the baby's a girl I want to name her Sally."

My lover stood up, cupping my face as he kissed me.

I placed a hand on his chest, pulling away for breath.

"How many kids do you want?" He asked me.

"I don't want to ever stop having them with you," I whispered.

My husband and I spent the remainder of the day curled up on the couch, cuddling and drinking warm nectar.

The next morning, I found myself plagued by morning sickness.

Percy held my hair away and rubbed my back as I hurled into the toilet.

When I had finished, he wiped the puke from my face and mouth, pecking my lips.

Later, as we lay in bed, he sighed.

I pouted. "Does it bore you to be with me?" My husband chuckled. "No, no, of course not. It was a sigh of content. I'm relaxed, snuggling with my beautiful wife, who is carrying our child."

The next couple of weeks continued like this, plagued with morning sickness, mood swings, and cravings for the strangest of things. Frozen ambrosia dipped in ketchup was one of the better ones, to be honest.

Then, the day the baby was due, Percy was called for an emergency meeting.

Me, being stupid, ordered him to go. So I just lazed around in the waiting area for Percy's office, being watched over by his faithful secretary Logan.

Of course, the baby decided it was time to go see the world.

"Logan," I spoke calmly. "My water broke."