To RandomFanAuthor- GO AND READ TYRANT'S TOMB, BUT BE PREPARED TO BE SAD!

To zantarak- Thank you! I LOVE the conversation Reyna and Apollo had at the end, like yes Reyna, that's my girl! Buuuuuuut completely knocked my plans out of the park, so I needed to ask! :D

To HoO Fan- (Chapter 15) Is that the Solangelo date? I'm working on it! In the meantime, have some minor Percabeth, I think I worked it out they're about 21/22 here? Young, I know, but I've worked out the timeline now, I'm not changing it!

Annabeth frowned at her reflection, too early to get her hairbrush caught in her curls. She left it stuck in her hair, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She didn't look any happier for it in the mirror, wincing as she tried to work the tangles out once again.

She was not one to stand and examine herself in the mirror, but she did today. Not that she could see anything out of the ordinary, not yet. Same wake-up grumbling expression, same blonde hair refusing to be brushed out, same grey eyes calculating themselves. She stood in a shirt she had stolen from Percy, pressing the material to her nose. Even now, after all these weeks of owning it, it still smelled like him, like the sea. If she listened carefully, Annabeth could still hear him snoring softly in the room next door.

Outwardly, yes, she was the same. But something had been niggling at her, now waiting on a confirmation. She tugged her brush from her hair, wincing again, and leaned forward. Beside the faucet, the little white wand that would determine whether or not she stayed the same. How long did she have to wait now?

By the time she had tied back her hair and brushed her teeth, she had her answer.

"Percy!" She called. "Peeeerrrrcccyyyy!"

"What, what?" She could hear him stumbling about outside the door. "Wait, where are you?" He tried the bathroom handle, yawning into his hand as he came in. "Where's the spider?" He mumbled, casting bleary eyes around.

"No spider."

"No spider? Wise-Girl, I love you, but it's early." He huffed. Annabeth smiled, holding her hands out to him. Appeased, he stepped into her embrace, tipping his head against hers.

"No, don't go back to sleep. I need to show you something."

"Mm? What's that then?" Annabeth pulled back, laughing.

"I said don't go to sleep." She reached up, cupping his sleepy face in her hands.

"'M not." He mumbled unconvincingly. She pinched his cheeks and he squinted at her, offended. "I'm not." He repeated with a little more effort. Annabeth smiled, kissing his nose. "What did you want to show me?" Staying in his arms, she turned and reached to the sink, picking up that little, life-changing wand.

Percy went cross-eyed trying to figure out what it was. Annabeth waited for his brain to catch up with wakefulness, holding the wand in front of his face the entire time.

"Wait," he said, eyes sharpening, "is that-?"

"Yes."

"Are you-?"

"Pregnant." Annabeth confirmed. "Breathe." She added.

"Tooexcitedcan'tbreatheohmygodsyou'repregnantI'mgonnabeadad-"

"Seaweed Brain, will you breathe?" His solution to that was what she could only describe as partially muted screaming exhale. Then he started bouncing. Annabeth was picked up, dozens upon dozens of kisses dispensed all over her face. He laughed and spun them around, Annabeth clung to him as they nearly overbalanced several times. "Percy!" She squealed, laughing. He set her down, squeezing her to him as if to make up for the absence of spinning. He kissed her fiercely, unable to stop smiling.

Then he realised something, drawing away with an incredulous look.

"You put a pee stick in my face!"

"That's what you're taking from this?"

"Nope! I'm gonna be a dad!"

"I know!"

"You're gonna be a mom!"

"I know!"

"Percy Junior!"

"Definitely not!" Annabeth laughed. Percy blew a raspberry on her cheek, snickering at her disgusted complaint. Then he drew away, crashing into the door frame on his way out. "Where are you going?"

"To tell everyone, duh!"

"Percy, I don't think it's any bigger than a grain of rice right now, just hold on."

"Wait, how far along are you? Ugh, we have to wait." He pouted before she even had a chance to answer. He scrunched his nose, shooting her a sidelong look. Annabeth rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile.

"No, I can't make babies spawn from my head."

"Just checking."

"And Percy Junior is still off the table." She said as he continued to scrutinise her.

"How about Sharkbait?"

"You are not naming our child."

"Well, that's just rude. I have excellent ideas."

"No you don't."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

"More than you, but that's not hard." Annabeth stuck her tongue out. Percy did likewise, his pout vanishing as his excitement flooded back. Watching him bounce on the soles of his feet, clapping and grinning and coming out with even stupider names, was infectious, and Annabeth couldn't help but join in.

She could only imagine Grover's reaction…