Ahoj, lovely readers!

I'll get straight to the important notices:

1. This is a prompt (Slate: Protection) story/submission for the April Contest (Colors of the Rainbow), an event in the Camp Half-Blood forum (link in my bio).

2. I don't own the characters or the PJO/HoO series!

3. Word count (without A/N): 1,288

4. Pairing: Percabeth with mentions of Jasper.

5. Thank you very much to Kiwicl for adding the story to hi favorites! Special thanks to guacamole lover for being the first person to review three chapters in a row! And I'm grateful to the followers who are waiting for more!

6. For more Percabeth fluff, check out my other stories, including Never and Smiles, guys! Haha, thought I'd just put it out there! ;D

7. The next chapters in this fic may or may not be related to each other.

Enjoy!

His Mrs. and Miss Seashell

Percy Jackson's wife was an absolute idiot.

You must be wondering why a man — whose head was apparently stuffed with kelp — saying that about a daughter of the wisdom goddess.

Well, what Percy had meant to say was that Annabeth Jackson was impossible.

Both of them, plus Piper and Will, were in the infirmary. Annabeth reluctantly rested on a bed, talking to Piper about the upcoming game of Capture the Flag, while the Apollo Cabin Counselor jotted down some notes on a clipboard, chewing on his bottom lip.

The trio was acting as if Percy wasn't even there.

Percy had tried all sorts of things to get their attention towards himself, but all had gone into vain; whistling, coughing loudly, snapping his fingers . . . and nothing. None of them looked up. None of them acknowledged him.

You all are probably thinking why Annabeth was in the infirmary of all places.

Well, she had gotten injured.

The previous evening, a rogue arrow had somehow made its way towards Annabeth and hit her in the calf. No one knew who had fired it, or whether it was planned or just coincidence. The matter had slightly gotten out of hand when Percy had found the camper (a Hermes child) and . . . and when he had scared the Hades out of him.

Usually, Percy wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it, considering arrows wounds on calves didn't take a huge toll.

But the circumstances didn't call for the measures that he would have taken typically.

Because, usually, Annabeth wasn't seven-months pregnant.

Remembering the baby (not like he ever forgot, but still) his gaze dropped from her (beautiful) face to the baby bump.

Percy smiled, almost involuntarily. In just two months (or less), they could hold their daughter. He had had dreams about her: him holding a pink bundle with Annabeth, taking the toddler to the park, going out for family dinners, celebrating birthdays, and even the child befriending Jason and Piper's boy, who was currently the size of an apple, lounging peacefully in his mother's womb.

Gods, His mind returned to the current problem at hand and he sighed. What have I done now?

He made his way to the bed, bumping into the tables and chairs once or twice, cursing silently.

"How are you feeling, Wise Girl?"

The blonde said nothing like he had expected her to. She even looked in the opposite way and made Piper sit on the side she was facing now.

Percy frowned, frustration getting the best of him.

"I didn't mean to shout at him like that, okay!" he exclaimed, finally getting them all to look at him. "I swear I didn't."

Annabeth's eyes bored into his relentlessly, as if searching for something.

He continued, "You don't have to talk to me if you don't feel like it. But please hear me out, Annabeth."

When she didn't react, Percy swiftly turned his back to the three, storming towards the door, hoping that Annabeth would stop him, as people did in the movies.

She did.

Percy whirled back.

A part of his brain felt relieved while the other part became aware of how gorgeous Annabeth looked. Her eyes were as stunning as always, her hair disheveled and in a ponytail, and her face held an expression of worry, love and care with a hint of . . .

Wait . . . disappointment?!

Now the son of Poseidon felt in the dark.

He nodded at Piper and Will, aiming to get them to leave the couple alone for a moment so that he could find out whatever Annabeth was mad at him for . . . and apologize.

Fortunately, they understood after a second (though not before Piper glared at Percy as if warning him to not hurt Annabeth any more than he already had) and Percy strode towards Annabeth.

"Why are you mad?" he asked, sitting down on the chair previously occupied by Piper.

"I'm on my period."

"You're pregnant, love. You can't even have your periods."

Annabeth sighed, knowing that the excuse was the lamest of the lame. She felt defeated, an emotion she didn't feel in particular.

"You shouldn't have yelled at Micah, Percy," she conceded into telling him, massaging her temples with her fingers. "He's a child. You can't just expect him to be perfect at archery. You always used to fire arrows at people."

"There wasn't a pregnant woman in the vicinity at that time!"

"That is not the point!" Annabeth was feeling aggravated now. "Besides, Chiron punished him with stables-cleaning duty, didn't he?"

Percy knew that she was right, like she always was. But it did nothing to calm down his nerves, and while he knew that Annabeth was fine, he couldn't just let it go.

"You don't understand," he mumbled. "I'm not strong enough."

A part of Annabeth wanted to point out the 'Incredibles' reference while another part of her wanted to hug him tight and never let go. She knew that Percy didn't like to show his weaknesses.

"What do I not understand?" she asked, placing her palm on his knuckles. "And—"

Her voice faltered when she noticed that a drop of tear had made its way to her hand.

"Percy? What is it, honey?" Annabeth exclaimed, worried.

He didn't say anything for ten solid minutes, before mumbling in an overwhelmed tone, "Just the thought o-of anything happening to you or Seashell chills me down to the bones, love. I-I'm not strong enough to let either of you go."

The moment they had found out that they were going to have a baby girl, Percy had started calling the unborn child 'Seashell', claiming that she'd be as beautiful as one, just like her mother. And Annabeth found it too endearing at times.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Annabeth whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks as well. The pregnancy hormones were making her go crazy. Because Annabeth did not cry.

But neither did Perseus Jackson.

The fact was proven when Percy quickly tried to rub away the wet trails, turning away from his wife.

Annabeth smiled half-heartedly and rotated his face back towards her, swiping a thumb over his cheek, letting him know again that she had seen him cry before and that he didn't need to hide from her.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, Wise Girl." Percy shook his head. "I know you're independent, but you have to understand that we both have three lives to take care of now. And until Seashell comes out, you are the one who has more responsibility. I know you take care of yourself, but please let me spoil you for a while. Please bear with me for a couple more months, love."

Annabeth couldn't find anything to counter his statement. She just nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as Percy rubbed his back in a motion he knew she found soothing.

"You gotta admit, though," she said after a while, laughingly. "You are too damn protective."

"And you cannot change that, Mrs. Jackson."

Annabeth smiled.

She would never want to change that as well.

Seconds passed, then minutes. Suddenly, there was a low growl.

". . . Seaweed Brain? Can you bring me and Miss Seashell something to eat?" Annabeth muttered, kissing Percy's neck.

"Uh . . . now?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Now."

". . . I'm too cozy to move."

"Do that or I'll relocate to the Athena Cabin," she threatened. "And you know what that means. No—"

His eyes widened.

"A plate of spaghetti and meatballs right up!"

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