Just had this little thought one night, and decided to explore how this conversation would go down. Enjoy!

It had been a whole week already, and Percy couldn't stop smiling. Just a week ago, on their anniversary, Percy had finally worked up the courage to ask Annabeth to marry him. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous- he was certain that she would say yes. But he had been nervous all the same. He couldn't stop shaking the whole day, until Annabeth finally demanded he tell her what was wrong, and he dropped to one knee. Annabeth cried. Percy was kind of proud of that. Annabeth didn't cry easily. He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her deeply, and in that moment, all was right with the world.

So here they were a week later, curled up on the couch, enjoying the late summer breeze blowing in through the windows. A movie was playing, but neither of them were really paying attention. They were too busy looking at the sunset or each other, and talking about their future.

Percy fingered her engagement ring gently. It was silver, with an opal in the center. The opal was surrounded by tiny diamonds, with sapphires accenting each corner. Percy had chosen the stones directly from his dad's palace, and Tyson built the ring. Annabeth smiled down at the ring on her finger, still in shock at how absolutely perfect it was.

"What colors do you want the wedding to be?"

"Isn't the girl supposed to be the one worried about colors and decorations?" Annabeth teased him.

"Traditionally, yes. But we're anything but traditional. And I'm so curious about what you're thinking. You might not be the type of girl who planned her wedding when she was five, but now that we're engaged, I know there's definitely a plan brewing in that brain of yours."

She smiled at him. He knew her so well. "Well, I was thinking orange and purple would be pretty. You know, to represent both camps. Roman bridesmaids can wear purple, and Greek bridesmaids can wear orange. Same for the groomsmen."

"See?" He said excitedly, poking her side. "I knew you had already thought about it!"

"I'm Athena's daughter. It's in my nature to make plans."

"Well, I love it. I think those colors will look great. Although, really, any colors would bring out your eyes." He planted a kiss in her hair.

She blushed. He couldn't believe that after all these years, he could still make her blush with just a simple compliment. He sighed. "I can't wait until I get to call you Mrs. Jackson."

"And who says I want to change my last name to Jackson?" Annabeth answered without missing a beat.

Percy froze. He never expected that kind of question. That's just what married couples do, isn't it? The wife takes her husband's last name. Did she not want to change her name? Was he forcing his outdated views of marriage on her? Was she having second thoughts?

"Oh. I… I guess I never considered that. You don't have to change your last name if you don't want to." He started to ramble. "I mean, you're a strong independent woman, I totally understand that you'd want to keep your own name. It's not like you're my property or anything. At least, I don't see it that way; we're partners, equals in everything… and I mean you earned your degree in your own name, you deserve to keep it…"

Poor thing, she thought. He looked like a wounded puppy.

She put her arms around his neck to calm him. "I'm kidding, Seaweed Brain." She leaned up and kissed him to punctuate her point. "Of course I'll take your last name." He looked so hurt, she kissed him again for good measure. "You know I don't have the greatest relationship with my dad, so I'm not particularly attached to my last name. I'm much closer to your mom than I've ever been to my dad. Becoming a Jackson just seems...right," she explained.

Percy let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Annabeth, don't scare me like that!" he whined. She kissed him softly in response.

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "I just couldn't resist the temptation to see how you'd react."

"Well, I definitely would have been a little upset if you'd chosen to keep your name, but I would have gotten over it. Having you as my wife is more than enough." She snuggled closer to him, and he tightened his arms around her. "Though back to my original point… I can't wait until I can officially call you Mrs. Jackson."

"And I can't wait to be Mrs. Jackson."

They fell into comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company, until the excitement once again overtook them, and the wedding planning continued.