Artemis PoV
The look on my brother's face when I told him I wanted children was priceless.I was still giggling when we got to the adoption shelter.
Perseus held my waist, kissing the top of my head. "Do you have a particular pup in mind?"
I walked over to an adorable puppy. "This girl is pretty cute."
The volunteer worker approached. "This is a fantastic dog. She's a nine-week-old Albino Neapolitan Mastiff that is somehow extremely well trained. Unfortunately, because of how large mastiffs get to be, nobody has wanted to adopt her."
I looked up at my husband and he nodded. "We'll take her."
I picked up the dog, who laid contently with her head on my shoulder. "Is there paperwork we need to fill out?"
"Yes, but your husband already took care of that," the volunteer replied, nodding toward Perseus.
"How did you know I'd pick her?" I asked on the way out of the shelter.
"Gut feeling," he replied. "What were you thinking about for a name?"
I thought for a moment. "Blizzard."
We appeared back at the palace, and I set Blizzard down to explore her new home.
Perseus pulled me toward the couch, planting kisses all over my face as we watched her roam.
He took my face into his hands suddenly, and crashed his lips into mine.
I made a sound of surprise but didn't pull away.
My fingers found a firm grip on the fabric of my husband's shirt, and he continued to kiss me.
I made a sound of protest, pulling away at the sound of the doorbell.
Perseus sighed, moving to get the door.
While he was doing that, I sat down on the floor and Blizzard wandered over to me.
"Have you enjoyed exploring your new home so far?" I asked, rubbing the spot a little behind her ears. "I hope so, Blizzard."
My husband returned, my fellow Olympian goddesses in tow.
He sat down next to me on the floor, kissing my cheek and petting the puppy.
"What brings you all here?" I asked, looking up from the adorable dog.
"Apollo said that you had grown too attached to Perseus after your marriage was annulled," Hera explained.
I began to speak, but Athena interrupted me. "Get away from the monster, Artemis."
"Perseus isn't a monster," I snapped. "I love him."
"I'm not referring to Perseus," she replied. "The animal is a monster."
"No, she's not," I defended. "She's an Albino Neapolitan Mastiff."
"She's the product of reproduction between a Hellhound and some mortal beast," my sister explained, growing impatient. "If you don't believe me, summon your weapon. The beast won't like it."
I did as she suggested, and sure enough, the animal leapt away from me.
Athena snapped her fingers, and the animal was gone.
Perseus sighed, pulling me close. "Maybe we should've gotten the German Shepard."
I kissed his cheek.
Apollo appeared. "What is so difficult about telling her they can't see each other anymore?"
"Excuse me?" I interjected. "You can't tell me what to do."
"You're right," my brother amended. "I can curse Percy though."
He muttered an incantation, and suddenly my lover was doubled over, bleeding heavily.
"The curse details that if he is within a hundred feet of you, he will feel the pain of a thousand arrows, and if he is within five feet of you, he will bleed as though punctured by a thousand arrows," Apollo explained.
Perseus disappeared, and the others had a few minutes ago, apparently.
I swore at my brother, lunging at him, but he disappeared as well, leaving me to crash into a cement wall.
With the force, I had launched myself and my unpreparedness for impact, I broke my arm.
I hissed in pain, grabbing it.
Looking at the severity, I decided I would need help from my hunters.
Appearing at the camp, I neglected to greet my followers and headed straight for the medical tent.
"Lady Artemis," the huntress greeted. "How may I help you?"
"Stacy, I need you to heal my arm," I replied.
Knowing by now not to ask questions, she set to work.
Percy PoV
When Apollo cursed me, I chose to appear on the Canadian side of the border between Canada and Alaska.
Over my years as a demigod, I learned that petty curses such as the one he had placed on me had no effect in the wilderness of Alaska.
Don't ask me how I knew this, because it's a long story.
I decided that I would build a cabin in Alaska, and I'd be able to be with my wife again.
With nobody around, I summoned a massive blue truck equipped with everything I would need to navigate the wilderness.
After that, I summoned the material I would need for the frame of the house.
I also summoned a large U-Haul type trailer, loaded with everything else I would need.
It would be a lot of work, but if I built nonstop, I would be able to get it done faster.
After driving for several hours, I found the perfect spot, a clearing by a frozen lake, surrounded by a forest.
While I was in the process of unloading material from the truck, my phone began to ring.
I set down the boards and accepted the incoming call.
"Perseus, are you alright?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "I just thought that the curse wouldn't be in effect in a place where gods can't use their powers, so I'm building a cabin in Alaska."
"What are your coordinates?" My wife continued.
After I had given her the long string of numbers, I added a request. "If you come down here, could you bring a few bags of cement?"
"Sure," she obliged. "I should be there in a couple of hours."
The call ended, and I finished moving the wooden boards.
After this, I grabbed my shovel and set to work on digging out space for the foundation.
Surprisingly, the difficult part was getting the water to stay in the liquid form long enough for it to mix with the cement powder.
Of course, it was difficult to dig a deep, wide hole in the ground that had been frozen solid the past month or so.
After mixing the water and the cement powder, I had to make sure that the wooden post didn't shift, which happened to be a difficult task when rendered mortal.
When I was holding the third post in place, waiting for the cement mixture to dry, I was able to hear the engine of what had to be an incredibly fast car with Artemis driving it.
Once the cement had set, I put the remainder of the materials I had out back in the trailer and stood by the truck, watching her vehicle approach.
It was silver, which I couldn't help but chuckle at, and I couldn't tell the model of sports car other than that it was foreign.
She pulled up about ten feet away from my truck and shut off the engine before opening her door.
Once she was out of the car, I walked over and hugged her tightly.
Artemis wrapped around me, and I lifted her off the ground, carrying her to my truck.
I was thankful that the backseats of the truck had been replaced with a bed and a shelf was built in.
My wife nuzzled against me, pressing her face to my neck as I clambered into the back seat.
She closed the door and began trying to pull off her gloves.
I chuckled, taking her gloved hands and starting to undo the Velcro.
