To zantarak- (Chapter 25) My Tyrant's Tomb can go two different ways, maybe three... we shall see, hehehe. But thank you! ^_^ As for the cameo/ Caleo Reyisa double date, ummmm... there's a thing that I can't do because spoilers, uuuuhhhh bear with bear with
To RandomFanAuthor- HELL YEAH, GOOD TASTE, MI AMIGO!
Aaaaaand Grover's reaction to the Percabeth baby. And Lou's. Can't leave Lou out. Spent so long writing the bitch in!
"I'm sorry, you're what?"
"Pregnant, Grover. I'm pregnant." Annabeth pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to snicker at his dumbfounded look. She may as well have told him she was an alien clone of the Annabeth he had known all these years, here to harvest their spines and their strawberries. Two seconds later, humour got the better of her and she snorted. "Percy, I broke Grover."
"Nooo, don't break Grover," Percy protested, squashing the satyr in a hug, "he's gonna be, like, the best uncle ever. G-man, use your words."
"Pan's pipes, you're what?"
"Use your words at a lower octave." Percy corrected, wincing.
"I," Annabeth said slowly, "am. Pregnant. Tiny human. Wee bubba. Bun in the oven. Etc. Etc." She didn't finish her third 'Etc.' as it clicked then. Grover bleated- they weren't sure if he was happy or terrified- but he threw his arms out for a group hug, frowning when Annabeth didn't move instantly. Percy reached over and hauled her in, kissing her forehead and beaming.
"I can already feel the migraines coming on!" He half-sobbed, half-laughed.
"Awww, Grover!" Annabeth cooed teasingly, playfully tweaking his nose. "You're going to love it, don't complain!"
"I'm the uncle?"
"Hell yeah!" Percy grinned. "Number One Uncle Grover! My best bro, of course you are!" Grover wheezed as Percy crushed him in a bear hug, hooves lifting off the floor.
"Seaweed Brain, don't squish him!"
"Five more minutes." Percy requested. Annabeth quirked a brow and he set Grover down, keeping an arm around his shoulders instead. Grover inhaled deeply, massaging his ribs.
"I think I need a lie down."
"Nah-uh, you've gotta help me think of a name!"
"Perseus Jackson, you are not naming them!"
"Oh gods, what's he said?"
"Sharkbait. Percy Junior. Nemo. Ariel. Fin-"
"I like Fin!"
"You don't mean Finn, two n's, you mean Fin as in fish fin!"
"Duh!"
"No."
"Funsponge."
"Oy, what ya fuckers doin'?" Louisa shoved her way between Percy and Annabeth, folding her arms. "Hey, Grover." She smiled, giving a quick flick of her fingers in greeting. "Why'd ya look like ya gonna pass out?"
"Percabeth baby."
"Percabeth what the what the what?" Louisa hopped over to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Grover, staring her brother and sister-in-law down. "What the shit is he on about?"
"Percabeth baby." Percy repeated simply, two seconds from bouncing excitedly again. Louisa stared at him incredulously, brow furrowed as she debated something over in her mind. Probably murder. That seemed worthy of her debate time. Grover's gaze darted between the twins, unsure if he should step in between or get a camera. "You're going to be an aunt, Lou."
"Nah-uh, fuck that shit."
"You're going to be a terrible aunt, Lou." Percy nodded.
"That's more like it. Wait, what the fuck, why? Ew, no, ugh. Babies are evil, have ya seen where they come from?!" She demanded. "No no no, fuck no!" Annabeth smiled tightly.
"Yeah, I was trying to worry about that later."
"'N' then they cry 'n' shit 'n' vomit everywhere 'n' cry some more 'cos they're covered in shit 'n' vomit, fuck no, it's gonna be like him, I don't need two Percy's, no thank you! Blondie, why ya doin' this ta yaself? D'ya want me ta kill him for ya, I'll kill him!"
"She's happy." Percy translated, putting a hand on Louisa's head to stop her gutting him with her bare hands. Grover was holding onto her arm with both hands, realising he probably should have got that camera. "Deep down." He added at his sister's glare. "Lou, you're great with Estelle, you'll be fine with a niece or nephew." She grimaced. "And it's not like it's going to be here any time soon…" He trailed off, looking sceptically at Annabeth.
"It's still not going to come out of my head."
"-so you've got a few months to prepare." He finished, pouting.
"Why the fuck would it come outta- ooooh, Athena, brain child, yep, yep. Gods, that'd be so much easier if ya could. Ah, Blondie, ya mental, mental mental mental."
"Um, coming from you?" Grover questioned.
"Exactly! It's a compliment! Have ya told Mam?"
"No. Percy wants to surprise her, make a little game or something." Annabeth shrugged a shoulder. Percy grinned and nodded eagerly. "Maybe you can help him, Lou. And try and talk him out of naming our first born child Sharkbait."
"What, why'd I do that? That's awesome."
"Hell yes." Percy beamed. They high-fived. Annabeth put her head in her hands, groaning.
"Grover, help me."
"Oh, no no no, you married into that family, they're your problem."
"Yeah, and you've got an empathy link with Percy, so you are part of this family as well."
"There's no way out of this for me, is there?" Annabeth glowered at him from between her fingers. Grover sighed. "I expected as much. Shall I get Coach and his bat? Ooooh, he might just use that on you two- ten drachma says he brings up that whole stable incident."
"Wait, how'd you know about that?" Percy frowned. Louisa held her hand up, grinning devilishly when he turned his frown on her. "You little snitch."