A/N Hey guys! Guess who's actually updating on time? ME! I will try my very very best to update once a week. I guess EVERY TUESDAY, so stay tuned. If I don't check out my profile for information on the delay.

Anyways, here's the chapter!

Percy POV

Who would've thought that I'd be going back to the place that I desperately wanted to get away from? Well, times change I guess. I pack up a few things for the trip, a toothbrush, come clothes, my computer, just the essentials. I'm a light packer.

The plane leaves this evening, so I decide to swing by the local bakery for brunch.

As I open the glass door, the smell of freshly baked croissants washes over me. *sigh* I love bakeries. I was thinking of starting one back in New York but then, well... things happened. Maybe I'll start one here? I don't know though, I'm pretty busy.

I buy a chocolate croissant and a small fruit tart and find a table. I realize that it may look weird to people to find a man in his mid twenties barging into a bakery and eating brunch by himself. It's something that may be common for college students, but I guess after you get a "real job" people expect you to either have no time, or come with your significant other. But, I'm using my vacation days right now, and I don't have a girlfriend, so I guess it's unusual.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm just lonely...

Well, would you look at the time. I've gotta go to the airport.

-time skip-

"Flight 2357 to Greece and then connecting flight to New York now boarding" says someone on the intercom. I guess it's time to go now.

I close my laptop and gather my things. Here we go.

When I get onto the plane, I find out that I'm seated next to this little old lady who is very chatty. I'm not too chatty myself, but I guess a little social interaction would be nice. I learn that she's on her way to see her daughter who is giving birth to her first grandchild. She's so excited. Her daughter does not have a boyfriend because he before she found out she was pregnant so her daughter is deciding whether to put the baby up for adoption or to try to raise the baby.

I think about being in that situation. What a terrible situation to be in. She looks a little sad. I tell her that I'm sure her daughter will make the right choice and best wishes to them. She nods.

Five hours into the flight the little old lady is in deep sleep. I didn't even catch her name.

10 hours into the flight the dinner cart comes. "Meatloaf and mashed potatoes please," I say.

"Coming right up," says the flight attendant as she bats her extremely long fake eyelashes at me. And her button-up uniform has three too many buttons unbuttoned. Yikes, someones desperate.

I get a meatloaf and mashed potatoes for the little old lady next to me because she seems like that kind of person. Plus, I didn't want to wake her, she seemed like she needed rest.

11 hours into the flight, the little old lady wakes up. "oh, thank you for getting this for me, son," as she gestures towards the food.

"Of course."

Finally, the plane starts to decend and the flight is coming to an end. The little old lady turns to me and says, "Say, you seem like a fine young gentleman. Do you have a girlfriend?"

I mentally sigh. "No, and frankly, I'm not looking for one. I just want some good friends, or maybe even a child." Was that weird to say.

The plane lands and she responds. "I see. Well, best of luck to you. I'm sure you'll find someone to love soon enough."

"And I hope your grandchild grows up well, no matter what your daughter decides."

She smiles warmly and nods. Then, she turns to walk down the aisle and off the plane.

Strange lady. She seems to know lots of things. I didn't even catch her name, but I'd have no trouble identifying her with those eyes.

I hope her daughter is okay.

Annabeth POV

Okay, allow me to let you in on a little secret: labor Sucks with a capital "S".

The cramps are unbearable and it's more exhausting than any war I've been in, and that's saying something. Luckily, the whole delivery thing didn't take that long, only 20 minutes. I've heard of horror stories, yes they qualify as horror stories, of women suffering 20 hours of labor. Honestly, I don't know how they survive.

Oh right, they have a support system. It was just me, and quite frankly always have throughout the pregnancy. Sure Sally was super supportive, but I wanted to tackle this on my own. It was my problem and I should deal with it.

What's gotten into me. This isn't a "problem" and I shouldn't "deal" with it, this is the process of me bringing a life into the world. I will say, it was a very emotional moment.

They say that delivering a baby is the best moment of your life, but even that is an understatement. Seeing her face, her features, reminded me that she has part of my DNA. I made her and brought her into the world. She's my little mini-me. I tried not to get attached, but gods, I couldn't help it.

With her chubby cheeks and her startling blue eyes, I couldn't help but think of Percy. He'd be head over heels for her.

But the decision was made and I gave her up for adoption.

It's been two weeks and Christmas is around the corner. The seven want to do a reunion, but I'm going to have to pass. As of right now, I'm on the couch of my small apartment mourning the loss of the future my child could've had. It was all my fault.

I'm the reason that she doesn't have a present father. I'm the reason why she is going to grow up not knowing who her real parents are. I know how that feels. Growing up with dad and Helen was no fun. I was always the outsider because I wasn't Helen's kid. I wanted to know where the grey eyes came from. Where the wit came from. Where I came from.

But she won't have it. She won't have the life that I've dreamt of her to have. Growing up with two loving parents. Cooking with Percy, playing legos with me. Going on family trips all over the world to explore architecture and beaches and museums.

What have I done? Am I a monster?

I realize now, that I've potentially ruined a life. A life that I made. A life that I created.

She could be adopted by cruel parents, like Smelly Gabe, and be forced into doing slave work for the rest of her life. I gave her up because I thought she would have a better life, one she derserves, in someone else's life. But what if... what if my decision backfires? What if a Smelly Gabe kind of person ends up adopting her?

I know that I made my decision with the best intentions... but I can't help but think, was it the right choice? There are so many uncertainties that haunt me.

Not to mention the guilt that Percy will never know that he has a child.

Speaking of which, I hope he's doing well, wherever he is.

Summary: Percy meets an old lady on the plane who says her daughter is giving birth to her first grandchild and her boyfriend left her. Percy hopes for the best for her and her daughter and arrives in New York. Meanwhile, Annabeth is having some depressive thoughts regarding her decision to give up her child.