hello, lovely readers!! i'm very keen to get back to this story - and all my others - and write a continuation, but i'm currently swamped with school and university applications so my ratty drafts are just lying around my laptop. figured i might as well make use of them, hm?

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and so i don't go against the guidelines of the site, his an (albeit short) preview for the first chapter xxx

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Sally Jackson-Blofis is a godsend. Annabeth had thought that on numerous occasions, but now more than ever. Screaming humans had never been her forte and even though she admits that she cares for this lovable symbol of her new life, she could really do with one less headache this week.

And Annabeth still wasn't sure whether she'd been referring to her husband or her daughter.

"Pallas, sweetheart, please." She rocked the baby with one arm, typing out a message to her in-laws with the other. "Percy!"

For all his musical talents, he wasn't the best at understanding tone of voice. Facial expression must be his indicator, because if he'd seen the look on her face then there's no way he'd reply with a cheery: "Just a second, Beth!" from the next room over.

"Percy!"

So maybe he caught on with that one.

Her voice was raw and scratchy which is no surprise given her recent predicament of pushing a child out of unmentionable places. Concerned, Percy makes a dash into the kitchen and is greeted by a red-faced, teary-eyed, exhausted expression. Again, this could refer to either parent or child.

Before Annabeth had any opportunity to bite his head off (new mother's were so snappy, what's the deal with that?), their little girl was tucked in the crook of his elbow and occupied by Percy's finger, her tiny little fists wrapped around it tightly. The distraction seems to stop her bellowing and leaves the kitchen in what feels like an aching silence.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you needed me." He spoke quietly, eyes skimming her for any indication of upset besides the obvious.

Annabeth pulled her distressed hair out of her face and puffs her cheeks and despite the tense situation, Percy can't help but admire her. Her small post-pregnancy bump is still peeking out over her pyjama pants and his shirt falls much looser than it had only a few weeks ago, and though her face is blotchy from minimal sleep, she's still the image of beauty. Well, maybe in his eyes. To anyone else, perhaps she's just a mess.

"Just keep her quiet while I shower?" She pleaded, already walking towards their bedroom.

After a few plods and a careful flop, Percy finds himself on the couch with his daughter's bright eyes and wet lashes blinking up at him. "Well, princess," He kisses her curled hand. "I guess it's just you and me."