Hey guys, you can thank my sister for this update, she motivated me. And helped quite a bit, so, thanks Sis! She, however, is at a beach I can't go to……something about American terrorist or jealousy because I'm a ninja, I can't remember which one. Wink wink. Kay so that I had to say and I also have to say Happy New Years everybody and happy birthday to me! Cause my birthday is New Years day. Way cool, I know, that's what everybody keeps saying but I don't think so. No, I have to wait a whole freaking year for my birthday to come round. Takes to long. So Very annoying. On another note I think I need ADAP for Spanish music, ITS ATTACKING MY LIFE!!!!! I love it!!! You, any of you reading this long note, go to youtube or whatever and listen to this song called Na De Na….can't tell ya who's it by for two reasons. One, I can't spell it and Two, can't pronounce it so….yeah! I'm watching the Latin Grammy's in about……one hour or so. Yeah, it's gotten that bad.

Disclaimer- I shall destroy any who try to take my PJO away! What!? Rick, who's Rick….the guy who owns PJO! BUT YOU SAID I OWN PJO……WHAT!? YOU LIED TO ME!? HOW COULD YOU-oh. You lied to get my cookie. THEIF! I SHALL DESTROY YOU!

Percy's POV

"PERCY!"

"NICO!" The duel voice of pregnancy rang proudly from the kitchen Nico and I had, with all our will, been trying to avoid at all cost. Including losing an arm. I don't know how any of this happened, it kind of just flowed together that way I suppose. Annabeth, with her building people hook ups, got us the perfect apartment. And I do mean perfect. So perfect in fact, that when I first saw it I kissed the ground by Annabeth's feet for getting it. Floor taste? Yeah, not recommended for a Popsicle flavor. This apartment was my second love, Annabeth being my first. And I told her that, until she pointed at her stomach then I had to remember that slot number two of love was taken for the baby so the apartment came in third place. Why? Well I'm not sure, it could be the wall separating the kitchen and living room was made of glass and filled with water and fish. Or it could be the wood paneled walls and floors, perhaps the balcony outside Annabeth's and my room, the fact that it was a three bedroom two bathroom apartment, rent was low and the upkeep minimal but I think it was the fact that it was mine. No. Not mine, but ours. Everything about it was ours. Our room, our food, our bathroom, our house. I know I know, "Wow Percy, how cheesy are you?" but you try to stay what one would call "cool" after you move into a thousand dollar apartment that you pay a little over a hundred dollars for with the hottest chick know to man and don't go all sentimental. So we moved into this amazing apartment together, had a blast furnishing the place. Sure we fought in the store when we bought the crap but when we brought it home something changed. Annabeth seemed more playful, my anger subsided and we ended up getting in a paint fight while we painted the babies room. This house just radiated happiness and all who entered its domain was forced into happiness. But that doesn't explain the whole duel voice of pregnancy now does it? Well let me finish.

About the third night Annabeth and I had been here, we had just finished the dinner my mother had sent us and were all cuddled up in bed, the phone rang. Now being half asleep and groggy you know I acted the way someone in my position would act. Anger. Nico was calling and the first time he called I answered, told him to bug off and let us sleep and you know what he did? He called six more times. And when that didn't work he came to our house and beat on the door until Annabeth and I were forced out of bed. Annabeth in one of my work shirts (which happen to be a very grungy hickory because I now worked at a dock throwing dead fish around covered in seaweed, the irony kills me) and me in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms, standing, both half asleep at a door way where Nico stood hyper-ventilating and Thalia crying. We were so tired, due to the fact that it was three in the morning, that all we could do is grab them both by the shoulders and direct them to a table where we could give them both a cup of something warm and wait for them to snap out of what ever it was they were in. Finally after an hour of silence only mildly interrupted by Thalia's crying and Nico's excessive breathing they broke. Thalia managed to blubber out something about a date that ended with what she thought was something good and now she was pregnant. Just like Annabeth. And it couldn't have come at a better time because Nico was supposed to introduce his girlfriend, that being Thalia, to his father. That being Hades. And now she was pregnant. We had to do a lot of coaxing and comforting but we got them to calm down and I somehow got kicked out of our room and on the couch because Thalia and Annabeth dominated the bedroom. Oh just wait, it gets better, know what I found out? Can anyone guess? Well I learned that Nico can get really cuddly. Worse than Annabeth. Wanna know how I know this? No, you don't because it was the WORST NIGHT OF MY FREAKING LIFE! While I would rather be in bed with my girlfriend, rather have her arms around my wait, I was stuck on this stupid couch with a sleeping Nico who mistook me for Thalia and let's just say I didn't sleep a wink. It didn't help that Nico kept mumbling, "Thalia I love you, no I'm sorry. Please stop saying that!" and he kept…well this is something I vowed to never bring up again. Not even in my thoughts. Long story short, Annabeth, while sleeping with a non-cuddly Thalia that lucky bum, convinced Thalia and Nico to live with us. She offered them the spare room which took a while for Annabeth to give away because Thalia kept rejecting but eventually Thals accepted. That was about eight, maybe eight and half, months ago. Now Nico and I lived in a house with two very pregnant women that were so chock full of hormones "bipolar dictating food scavenger" couldn't even describe them. Not even close. And the pregnant women call our aid, or rather, our ability to cook, drive to get random ingredients, or cater to their every need or else.

"Nico, it's your turn to go in the pregnant watering hole of death," Our nickname for the kitchen since the girls practically lived there now, "I went in there last time." Nico poked his ruffled head up from behind the couch; giving me a black eyed glare.

"No way man! I went in there when your girlfriend started screaming 'deep fried peanut butter on a taco!' I refuse to go in there!"

"Lies! The last time was an hour ago when Thalia started demanded sushi and pork and beans, the taco thing was yesterday. And I had to mix the stupid sushi and beans together in a bowl, do you have any idea how bad that is!? No because as soon as I was done Thalia freaking almost ate my hands trying to get to it and Annabeth threw up on me! It's your turn." Another round of screams came from the kitchen.

"How bout we do this one together then, I think were even as far as the crazy hormonal women are concerned." Nico offered, deciding to brave the women. I stood up from the chair I was crouching behind, looking at the rattling frame of Nico the little and annoying.

"I admire your courage Nico and I wish you the best of luck in there." I saluted him. He kicked me in the leg.

"If I have to go in there so are you!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yes huh!"

"N-"

"PERCY FREAKING JACKSON GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!" I flinched. Annabeth had never gotten that mad about food before. Nico gave me a worried look just before I raced into the kitchen of doom, dragging to son of Hades behind me. Well, I more along the lines used his body to push open the saloon doors that guarded the kitchen. He slipped from my grip because he slipped. Something of a liquid substance was covering the beautiful hardwood floor. And Nico was laying in it. Though that was freaking hilarious I took a moment to look where the girls were. Thalia was gripping the table so hard her knuckles were white, a bit odd. Annabeth was attempting to glare at me but she kept putting her eyes and hands on her baby infested belly.

"Um…….something wrong girls?" A round of glares for Percy, the dim witted boyfriend who is just trying to help.

"No you idiot, we are just…..in labor is all!" Annabeth growled. While I tried to breath again Thalia caught Nico in the rips with a swift kick (only a Thalia can abuse people when she is not only pregnant but in labor) issuing orders.

"Nico get the hell up, I'm going to give birth to your child, does that mean anything to you!? Hurry up you ingrate or I'll kill you!" While from the oh so cheery Annabeth I heard,

"Percy….I…..hate you…for….getting me pregnant-OH THE PAIN! CURSE THE GOD WHO INVENTED CONTRACTIONS!" In all my panic I remembered to kick Nico, hustle everyone in a car, and get us to a hospital in a matter of minutes. Waiting room please don't hate me and be full of people, please oh please- and you hate me!

"Nico get the girls over there in one of the wheel chairs and-no you can't ride in one too! Just help them into a chair and keep them away from anything that has ears. Including that unsuspecting old man that looks to have a broken hip and-oh! That boy with a bleeding eye too, I have to talk with the receptionist." Nico obliged, leading the angry, screaming women away while trying to sooth them but failing miserably. I tried not to worry about them while I waited behind a lady who must have been Kronos mother by the looks of her, she was as withered as a page of a book from 1505.

"Yes hello, I' sorry your going to have to speak up young miss…….well aren't you just the sweetest…yes I got it at Walmart….oh my you're going to make me burn up miss…" I was losing it. In fact after I heard them mention knitting I did lose it. Right on that old lady who was being so rude without realizing it.

"Excuse me but could we discuss this some other time!? My girlfriend and my girlfriend's girlfriend are going to have a baby and I have no time for you two to be talking about this right now!" The two women, the old and the young, looked at me, blinked a couple times then went back to talking. Neglecting me completely.

"Excuse me!? Did you not hear what I said!? My girlfriend is having a baby! MOVE IT GRANNY!" And then I did something that, not at the time but later, I would come to regret. I pushed the poor old lady. Not but a simple shove but enough to knock her into a nurse that was passing by. I hardly noticed the flustered grandma flip me off because I was slamming my hands down on the counter. Glaring at the stupid girl behind it.

"Now, my girlfriend is in labor as well as her friend and I-"

"That's' nice, congrats, but I'm going to have to have you fill these papers out and sign here and here and here and h-" Something bit into my gut and held on like a playful pit bull puppy playing tug-o-war. But the something that bit me wasn't a puppy; it was the absolute stress of what was going on. Does anyone in the house know what happens when this….thing bites onto a demi-god like this? No? How bout this, does anyone know what happens when you throw a spray paint can in a fire? That's what happens. Only I don't explode with fire, more along the lines of water. I gripped the counter, stopping her mid speech, and heard this kind of buzzing noise in my ears. Though I thought it was a figment of imagination, only problem was it wasn't. It was small spheres of water were circling my head. A small pool of water slowly came from the palms of my hands and became a mini cyclone on the reception desk, water clawing at the Plexiglas.

"You…small, annoying mortal, will accommodate my girlfriend and Thalia this instant or I will drown you in your own little bubble of water." I wasn't really going to do anything of the such, I was only asking for a little help. In a brutal way. She nodded briskly and did something's, fell out of her chair, tripped over herself and took me and the girls with Nico pushing Thalia to a room. We spent too much time in that room, entirely too much time. Enough time for Nico to have a mental breakdown because Thalia was screaming in pain and enough time for Annabeth to say, "Percy if I don't make it through this, you can't have any of my crap because this is all. Your. Fault!" about sixteen times. A doctor would come in and stick his rubber gloved hands places I would not want a man to touch me and was tempted to smack him for touching my Annabeth there, then say stuff like, "Almost there, odd number of centimeters dilated." I say odd number because I can't remember which number he actually said. But thankfully we made it through that and followed as that same doctor, of whom I was sure I was going to kill after this and Nico was going to help, led us to a door which we were not allowed to enter just yet. We had to put these ugly scrubs on, of course the only color they had was pink my luck, and some head gear and a face mask to prevent germs. For the girls safety, they kept saying, when Nico would complain about wearing pink crap. The civil duty of degradation was complete and we were allowed in. When we got in I noticed two things. One, they had placed the girls in beds only feet apart, close enough that they could brush each others fingers. And the second thing I noticed was that both of them had started. Nico gave me a pat on the back.

"Good luck man, good luck to both of us." And he went to sit by Thalia, grabbing her hand and smiling for the first time today. He was acting so calm. I decided to follow his lead with a deep breath, straitened the wrinkles out of the scrub top and sat beside Annabeth. Without taking her eyes off the doctor she found my hand and gripped it so tight my bones started begging me for an escape. The following hours became so terrible I don't feel like describing it. All I could seem to do is keep the hair out of Annabeth's face and let her mutilate my hand. Listen to the terrible cries of pain she admitted and pray for it to end quickly. Yet it didn't. Then I heard a scream I would not soon forget, a shill cry of a baby. Adrenalin shot through my veins like a coffee junky at the sound. My hands itched to hold that sweet little thing I had helped to make but the doctor was looking at it, a smile coming to rest on his face.

"Congratulations you two, it's a girl. With a full head a hair might I add. A strong one at that, she's gripping my finger like no tomorrow! Nurse please take the child so that-what's this," He handed my child off to the nurse and looked back at Annabeth confused, "My dear it would seem that you are not done, you have another child on the way. Well then dear, push, push I say!" He was British. I hate British people. They scare me. I mean take their accent for example-wait. Did he say another child? Bewildered I looked at Annabeth to confirm it, she was screaming yet again and her face was contorted again so perhaps it was true-oh! Oh yeah, another one, my hand is on fire again. Round two went faster, thank the gods. And out came another girl with head full of black hair only to be taken away by the nurses. The doctor put the stool he had been sitting on under the bed and walked out of the room, only stopping to say, "Good job Annabeth, you did good for someone as young as you, Congrats Percy."

"Well that was probably the hardest thing I have ever done." Annabeth whispered. I looked down at her for the first time since he had given the second girl away. Her hair was matted to her forehead and she was breathing heavy, yet I still found her beautiful. Her grey eyes still captivated me and I was amazed that she could be smiling after all that, the death grip she had on me hand subsided and she now stroked my palm with her thumb. She was my brave girl. I smiled at that thought and rested my forehead on hers.

"Hey mommy, did you see those tiny things? They were so cute….despite the fact that they were covered in blood." She laughed softly.

"Seaweed Brain." I wasn't sure if I could, but I laid down in the bed next to her, it seemed right. Anyways, if they didn't like it they would just have to deal. Annabeth made a soft humming sound I found very soothing. She was a good singer, but I wasn't supposed to know that. I had caught her singing in the shower when I walked by the bathroom door, and if she found out I knew I would surely die.

"Aren't they supposed to let us hold the baby?" Annabeth stopped humming so she could sigh.

"They have to do stuff first."

"Stuff?"

"Yeah, stuff. Like…"She didn't finish. Her eyes drifted shut and her breathing slowed until she was sleeping. With a smile I slipped out of the room, shutting the door so I wouldn't wake either of the sleeping girls in the room. Nico was in the hallway, sitting with his back to the wall and his hands buried in his hair. When he heard my steps towards him he looked up, smiling.

"I'm a Dad Percy, a Dad! I-I got two baby boys! Twins! Can you believe that, twins….." Sweet innocent Nico. I slid down the wall and sat net to him.

"I have twin girls. I can't believe this, I'm a Daddy. I don't think I can do this. I mean, doesn't it require responsibility?" If it was possible Nico turned even paler.

"Oh no your right! I can't do this either….were doomed," He paused, "Maybe I can give the babies to charity. Think that would work?"

"No offence Nico but that's a dumb plan. Besides, after seeing those little hands and feet….there is no way I could get rid of those babies. They are mine and no one is gonna take 'em from me. It's weird; I already loved them before they had even taken a second breath in this world."

"Yeah, your right. You should have seen them Percy, they were so freaking adorable. I never thought I would say that about anything, or say that word for that matter, but it's true." He exhaled loudly and closed his eyes, breathing through his smile, "I think we can do this Perce. Fatherhood can't be any harder than fighting a demon cheerleader or shadow traveling. We got this, as long as we work together. I'll help you kill any guy that goes after your girls and you can help me keep my boys from getting into to much trouble. Plus if we need to we can always bail them on Sally."

"Yeah your-oh crap I never called my mom! I should go-" I was jumping up and planning on running down the hall but Nico grabbed my shoulder and pointed in the opposite direction. Two nurses were walking down the hall, one carrying two pink bundles and another carrying two blue bundles. I couldn't help myself, I burst into laughter. Those were my babies! When collected I relieved the nurse (after a bit of persuasion) of my children and went to Annabeth. She was sitting up when I walked into the room, talking to Thalia. They both stopped though as the two of us brought them the lives they had just worked so hard to create. Annabeth stole one from me greedily and I sat beside her on the bed, carefully unwrapping the baby blanket so I could see my daughters face.

She looked like an angel lost from a painting, my sweet little angel. Black fuzz soft to the touch covered her head and she had storm clouds for eyes, just like her mother. A little face that could fit in my one hand was looking at me with a docile question I was to overjoyed to answer. This was my baby. My creation. The one thing in life I had not screwed up what so ever. And she was so very beautiful. A light never before used turned on in my head, epiphany bells rang in the air around me. I was this wonderful things father, she was mine to protect. They say real men don't cry, well that is a lie strait from Hades if I ever heard one. I cried, only a little and silently, but I did. And even once more when I saw Annabeth doing the same, but then again thirds times the charm when I realized I had two of these angles.

"Annabeth, I love you," I finally realized I needed to say because Annabeth was the one to give me this, "I do. And I promise to protect you and these girls. All three of you, you're my girls." Annabeth, still with a tear running down her cheek and a smile on her lips, reached over and kissed me. I smiled back at her, leaning against the bed rest and cradling my baby with Annabeth leaning against my side holding the twin of the one I held.

"What should we name them?" I asked her as the one I held gripped my finger.

"I think this one we'll call….Erin. Erin Calliope Jackson." Annabeth sealed the deal by kissing her daughter softly atop the head.

"Erin……I like it. Erin. What's the deal with Calliope? Isn't that the daughter of Zeus who is like a dancer or something?" The girl in my arms wiggled a bit then made the cutest yawn I had ever heard.

"No Seaweed Brain, Calliope was a muse. It means beautiful voice. Now you name that one." Annabeth reached over and softly brushed the blanket back from the child's face as it went to sleep. Hmmmm, a name. Maybe I should name it Athena….NOT! Well I could name her Franny or perhaps Doris…..if I wanted her to hate me her entire life. And I wanted her in my life, I wanted her to keep coming back even when she is grown and gone. Sort of like a boomerang. That's it!

"How about Kiley, Kiley Shaína Jackson. I love it. Think she'll hate her middle name?" I grinned, knowing full well she most likely would since I came up with it on the spot.

"I'm sure they will both hate their middle names with a passion." Annabeth grinned back after leaning over to kiss Kiley's head.

"Good. We make a rule now to use their middle names on them only when they are in trouble. Deal?"

"Deal." And this time I got a kiss. Quickly broken up when Nico and Thalia sat on the foot of the bed, both of them cradling a baby. Thalia held the one she holding towards Annabeth.

"Would you like to hold him?" Was what went with the gesture. Annabeth nodded and took the boy, handing Erin to Thalia.

"What's his name?" My girlfriend asked touching to boys nose with her index finger.

"Nathan Jovani Di Angelo. We decided to uphold the Italian heritage and still honor my father in the middle name if you notice," Thalia smiled at Annabeth, "And your girl?"

"Erin Calliope Jackson."

"That's a terrible middle name Annabeth! She's gonna hate you forever." Nico interjected.

"At least it's not as bad as Jovani."

"Shut up Percy….here, take him, I want to hold your girl." Nico, with surprisingly gentle hands, took my baby and switched it with his. His son was cute but it had nothing on my daughter.

"And what's his name?" I asked without looking up from the baby boy that was playing with my hand.

"Brennion Chaim Di Angelo. Like it?"

"Yeah, he's got both your hair and Thalia's eyes. Oh that one you're holding Nico, her name's Kiley. I named her myself."

"She's cute."

"Uh huh. Brennion too."

"You know boys," Thalia said kissing Erin's cheek, "I sense our kids are going to be very close seeing as we are going to have them be on play dates or whatever those stupid house wives call them." We all laughed at that one.

"Yeah, plus you and Nico are the godparents of Kiley and Erin." Annabeth mumbled handing Thalia Nathan back.

"And you and Percy are the godparents of Nathan and Brennion." I smiled at my two friends holding there sons close to their hearts and sitting very close to each other.

"Sounds like a deal. Now when do we get to take our little ones home?"

Guys I would keep going but this a prime place to stop…..plus its 2:50 in the freaking morning and I'm freaking tired. Oh and if anyone is confused, Jovani is Italian for sky and I thought it would only be right for it to be Nate's middle name since Nico is Italian. Night guys!

P.S I call dibs on Kiley so watch it Stef! Brennion is mine. Deal. Love ya!