I think I will update this, just because. (Okay, this part here is way later than that part. I think it's funny, because I opened up the chapter and that was the only thing written. Shows how good I am at paying attention I guess).

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Percy's POV

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School wasn't all bad. Mostly, it was me being paranoid someone would somehow find out that I could very possibly have life inside of me (definitely did, I wasn't fooling anyone). Nico, being in the grade above me, wouldn't even look at me, which was probably a good thing. I didn't want all this attention on us. Classes were a total bore, and my classmates were less than to be desired. I'm pretty sure I had more friends who were upper classmen at this point. The only bright spark was getting to leave in the middle of class Thursday for my appointment. I handed the note to my teacher Wednesday, and of course everyone looked at me when I got up to leave.

I stood near the front gate, waiting for mom to come pick me up. I had a pillow, since it was almost an hour drive, a book, and of course my iPod and headphones. Those were currently in my pocket. My pillow and book were tucked under my arm. I tapped my food against the cement, wondering what was taking her so long. I glanced at the wristwatch I'd worn. Nine a.m. She should be here shortly. My appointment was at ten fifteen. Of course, then I had to hear familiar voices. Coming closer. I ducked out of sight. I didn't want Nico and Will to see me.

"Do you actually care for that freshie?" Will asked snidely. My heart jumped into my throat. They were talking about me. Again. "As far as I could figure, you hated him." I risked a glance out. They didn't have any classes until ten, so they were probably on their way to Starbucks. Nico lived off coffee.

"I do," Nico replied. "I only pretend to stand him. You know I'd much rather have you there with me if I could." I finally noticed the way they were walking, their fingers twined. Nico stopped abruptly, halting Will's forward process as well. I gazed at them, feeling a lump in my throat. So Nico really did hate me? It took every ounce of self-control not to burst out of my hiding spot. I could see mom's car, but I was not moving until they left. "He's so oblivious," Nico sneered. "He actually thinks I care what he thinks about. As if." Will threw back his head and laughed. The tears were stinging my eyes now, but still, I stayed put. I wanted to hear every word they were going to say.

"You should just move to Ka-Pow! since you're old enough now," Will was explaining to Nico. "Jason and Leo will gladly take you in." Nico wrinkled his nose.

"Nah, you know I like to hit and run," Nico said with a wink. "Living there would never line up with that. Too many people stick around afterwards. I can run long before they even knew what hit them." He and Will laughed together, finally, finally, moving off. So was that what I was to him? Some guy he could use and abuse? Cause it certainly seemed like we had something special going on. Maybe that all meant nothing. Maybe Nico really was just a bastard and a lousy friend. I sighed. And I'd thought we had a chance. Guess I was wrong. I emerged from my hiding place and met mom, sliding in without a word.

"He sweetie," mom said, pulling me closer to her and kissing my head. I still didn't utter a word. I slipped my headphones in my ears and started playing a random song, hoping to drown out reality for a little while. I opened my book, One Man Guy, and began to read. It wasn't impossibly long, and it was rather eye-catching. The fact it had two puppet boys holding hands on the front spoke volumes about what the book itself would involve. I was curious to see how the author would play it out. Capturing the emotions for a teen couple were tricky; doubly so when it was a gay teen couple. I'd only ever read a couple involving same-sex pairings, so I was always interested in new material. Mom tapped on my shoulder, and I blinked up in surprise. We were there already. An hour sure flew by when you shut your brain down enough to only focus on a couple of things and not the entire picture. I left my iPod and headphones in the car, but brought my pillow in. If I didn't want to rest my head on it, I could sit on it. That was the beauty of it.

I sat in the waiting room for ten minutes, flipping through random fashion magazines. I was tempted to pick up the parenting ones, but it was too early to decide anything yet. I glanced around at the pale blue walls. Lincoln Memorial Hospital. I sort of missed Silver Linings, the first hospital I'd been a regular at. It was the hospital closest to my house, and the one I'd come to know. It was a hospital specifically designed with preteens and teens in mind. It specialized in teaching them about pregnancy, and also offered courses and cheap bills if you were to ever become pregnant. I'd visited a lot to get pills, and of course socialize. No other teenage girls knew I was like them.

"Percy Jackson," a nurse called from the entrance to the back. I glanced at mom. She smiled at me and motioned to hurry up. I guess I was going in it alone. I rose and followed her back. She did all the routine things for a checkup; weight and height. Then she led me into a room and had me lie down on a bed of sorts. A new nurse took over, this one decidedly more handsome. He was nice too; helping me get prepped, then sticking around until my doctor, Dr. Hanson, came into the room.

"Hello Percy," he said, smiling at me. Dr. Hanson was certainly something. He was in his mid to late thirties, but he didn't look like he was that old. He had kind hazel eyes and a little bit of a five o'clock shadow. I gazed up at him wordlessly. In truth, I was terrified. "It's okay Percy," Dr. Hanson said. "Nigel, I think I got it now." The male nurse, Nigel, nodded and left. "We won't see much yet," the doc explained. "After all, it's only the second week. But we should see a very tiny bundle of cells. Are you ready?" He held up a scary-looking machine. I gulped, but nodded nonetheless. I already had that cold goop smeared over my stomach, and Dr. Hanson ran the equally cold machine over my middle. It was weird to see my insides in black and white. He waved the want around on my stomach until he rested on one spot. He pointed to a splotch with the tip of his pencil. "There it is," he said.

"My baby?" I asked incredulously. It was so…tiny. "I mean, my bundle of cells?" I couldn't help it; I smiled. That little bundle of cells was my baby. Or it would be.

"Everything looks fine, although when you hit three months, I would like you to come back," he said as I got off the table. He handed me a picture. It was a print of my bundle of cells. "We don't normally do this many, but since your case is…special…we want to make sure everything goes okay over the nine months." I nodded. I understood. I folded my arms over my middle, smiling. I was having a baby!

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Nico's POV

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I knew Percy's appointment was today. I couldn't wait for him to return, yet I doubt he would while classes were going on. He told me that he was going to try and convince his mom to let him kill time. Unfortunately, I couldn't. I was stuck trying to focus in class, when all I could think of was Percy and the baby. My baby. When should I tell him it's mine? Soon, I decided.

I was in my room studying when Will entered. I didn't even bother to look up. I knew it was him. He stretched out on Percy's bed (I caught that out of the corner of my eye).

"Off," I instructed. "Off Percy's bed." Will wouldn't move, and I finally looked up. "Are you deaf? Off." There was no way I was letting him get comfortable when Percy was returning any moment. He would probably be tired when he got back, and he'd want his bed. Will snorted.

"Why do you care?" he sneered. "You hate him, so it shouldn't matter." I winced. Right, I hated Percy. Or so I told Will. As much as I might want to hate him, I couldn't bring myself to do so. In addition to being the mother of my child, he was impossibly adorable. Even as I thought of it, Percy shoved his way into the room, clutching a large photo to his chest. He straightened when he saw us. His mouth formed a little o of surprise.

"Uh, I'll leave," he mumbled, beginning to shuffle out. "I see you're busy." I grabbed his wrist before he could leave, and he flinched. I frowned. Was he scared of me? "Nico…" he said softly.

"You're tired," I stated. He couldn't argue with me on that, because he was. I could see the bags under his eyes. He hadn't slept at all last night. His "morning" sickness was keeping awake at all hours. "Will, darling, I need you to leave," I said sweetly. Will still refused to move, and Percy began to shift uncomfortably. He wouldn't talk with Will in the room. He was deathly afraid of anyone finding out his secret. Sighing, I rose from my place, grabbed Will by his shirt, and dragged him out the door. I slammed it shut as I shoved him out, locking it. I turned back, only to see Percy spread out on his bed, eyes closed. "You awake?" I asked softly.

"Like you care," he grumbled, cracking open an eye. I sat on the edge of his bed, moving the little trash can we had so it was next to his bed. We'd learned over the week to keep it close. "You hate me." It was my turn to flinch. How could he think that? I could never hate him.

"Why would you?" I began, then stopped. "Shit Percy," I swore softly. I looked at him. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears. God dammit me and my big mouth. I should go back and shoot myself for ever saying that. "I don't mean that Percy. I could never hate you," I explained. "I was just saying that because…" I stopped. The point was I said it, joking or not. I hung my head. "I'm sorry Percy," I said softly. Wordlessly, he set something on my lap. I glanced down at it. The ultrasound print. He pointed to a little black splotch.

"That's it Nico," he said. "That's the little bundle of cells that will ultimately become my child." He pulled himself until his head was on my lap as well. He stared at the photo for such a long time, I thought he'd fallen asleep. "I can't believe it Neeks," he said. "I have life inside of me."

"Amazing," I breathed. It still blew my mind what my roommate's body was capable of. For some reason, he could sustain a life without all the necessary body parts. "Hey, I've been doing some reading," I said, twirling a strand of his hair around on my finger. I couldn't take back what I said, but I'd always been told actions speak louder than words. I was determined to act like I cared about him, because I did. I actually cared about my roommate. "It's a little early for you to be experiencing morning sickness."

"Yeah, well," he said sleepily. "I'm a special case. The doc thinks that because of, you know, what I am, I'll react differently. I don't really know. All I do know is that it sucks and I hate it and I sometimes hate my child but I love it at the same time. Ugh." He laughed lowly. "I can't wait until they cut this thing out of me."

"C-section?" I asked. He looked up in surprise.

"Someone has been reading," he commented. "Yeah. I definitely don't have the parts to give birth. I'm not even going to attempt birth. That would probably kill me." He cracked a tiny smile. I laughed. What had I gotten him into? I'd destroyed his future, hadn't I?

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So, it's shorter than the last, and for that I apologize… Actually, I should apologize for a lot of things for this story, shouldn't I?