A.N. Yeah…. Its been a little while, but in my defense, I did warn you that updates would be here and there. I spent my Memorial Day weekend on Cape Cod, developing a soccer tan and increasing love of Shirley Temples. Anyways, back to the more important stuff. The awaited second chapter of this story has arrived! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I've told you before. I don't own PJO!

Two: Piper PoV

"Aaaah!" I squealed into the phone. "That's amazing! Congratulations! Who else have you told?"

"Percy… Sally knows, and so does my dad. I'm going to Iris Message my mom at some point, I think. And now you. I'm planning on calling the others after," Annabeth answered. I could hear the nervous excitement in her voice. "I'm so…. I don't know. I can't even describe it. It's kind of hard to believe. We're really happy that this is happening. I mean, it's not like we've been trying or anything, but maybe that's better. My first appointment is next week."

I sighed. Percy and Annabeth were so perfect together, the Golden Couple, even if they occasionally had problems like Athena's constant over protectiveness of her daughter and my mother's continuous interest in their marriage, even though it had been a year already. Yeah, the love goddess doesn't go away when you hit twenty.

Especially when you're her daughter. She was popping in all the time, through Iris Message or a little chocolate heart on my desk at work. For all I knew, it was her suggestion to Jason that I wanted a bouquet last week. It had proved to be useful. Who knew how flowers could inspire a whole new spring line? And my boss had already gave me the go ahead. The runway had better make way for the Michael Kors Spring Collection, because it was just gorgeous, if I do say so myself.

"Well, maybe I can design a new baby line for the company! You could be my inspiration!" I exclaimed, chewing on the tip of my pencil thoughtfully. The perk of being a fashion designer was that you didn't have to head into work all the time. I was allowed to wear sweats and have messy hair while answering the phone and ordering thirty yards of Imperial silk and talking to the photographers, planning the next shoot. Mr. Kors was very understandable about my living situation, commuting between Manhattan and L.A. all the time.

"Oh, Piper!" Annabeth laughed. "Gods, take it slow. I'm still trying to get used to the fact that I'm actually pregnant."

"Well, I hope I'm invited to the baby shower. But that won't be for like, eight months. Anyways, we're visiting next week. I can take some time off, and Thalia told Jason she'd been in town too, for a little reunion. We can have a girl's night out. Just, don't tell my sisters. Otherwise, we'll end up going to the mall, and I'm sick of clothes shopping. And the smell of Givenchy," I suggested. Even though she was two and a half years older than me, Annabeth was still one of my best friends. I mean, there's only a few people in the world who've killed giants and defeated Gaea beside you. Annabeth happened to be one of them.

"Definitely. I'm almost done with the blueprints for New Athens. Construction should start in a few days. Right now I'm stuck in that boring stage where all I can do it call and ship in marble and gold from the Cyclops forges. Hermes Express charges a hell of a lot of money for shipping from the bottom of the sea, by the way," she explained. "But, I'm just curious… have you guys thought about it?"

"Thought about what? Kids, you mean?" I said, gulping a little bit. We hadn't, really. I mean, it was always a possibility, and I knew I wanted them, but I didn't know when. We'd only been married for eleven months, and we'd just gotten used to our routine. All we owned was a little villa in New Rome and a high rise in Manhattan. Not space for a family. "A little."

And then there was the part where I admitted that I was a little afraid to have kids, because I never grew up with an actual mom. Instead I'd had an amazingly beautiful immortal goddess who stirred up my love life and was a little more involved than I'd have liked.

"Oh," Annabeth said, pausing for a second. "Well, if you do, just tell me. I feel kind of alone. I mean, usually, demigods don't live this long, or have these kind of chances to have a jobs and get married. It's just… surreal."

"It's going to be great, Annabeth. You and Percy will be amazing together as parents. I can feel it," I assured her. It was the truth.

"Thanks, Piper," she told me. "You'll be here a week from tomorrow then?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"See you then!" she promised, and after a few goodbyes, we both hung up. I placed the phone on the receiver and bit my lip, my pencil and sketchbook discarded on the coffee table. Talking about kids and stuff with Annabeth… it made me kind of want to have a baby too. I'd never even talked about it with Jason before, not really.

I checked the clock. It was almost five, and I was hungry. Jason would be back from his finance committee meeting in thirty minutes. Plenty of time to make tofu tacos. Without a moment's hesitation, I pulled my now long hair up in a messy topknot and threw on a hot pink apron that read: Kiss the Chef. Yeah, a housewarming gift from Mom. As I rattled pots and pans and chopped up avocados and jalapenos I mulled over what Annabeth had said. Having a baby sounded nice, a sweet addition to my practically perfect happy ending. Jason and I loved each other, the rings on our fingers said that, and we had money. Why not?

I had just finished making the guacamole when arms snaked around my waist and a familiar voice whispered in my ear: "Your apron has good suggestions."

I smiled. He smelled of musky cologne and rainstorm, and I turned my head to look into his bottomless blue eyes. I leaned in…

He jumped away, his finger covered in guacamole, a handsome grin plastered across his face. "Jason," I protested, as he tasted it.

"Needs more cilantro," he informed me teasingly, pulling me in again. "But I like it better than Leo's anyway."

"Good to hear. But you probably shouldn't let him hear you saying that," I told him matter-of-factly. Our faces were barely an inch away, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks, smelling of guacamole.

"I won't," he promised, kissing me. You'd think after kissing him a million times, I'd get used to it, but it still gave me flutters, and a different kind of adrenaline surged through my body. I cupped the back of his neck, my fingers twining themselves around his soft gold hair, the other hand at the top of his spine, vaguely aware of the powerful muscles beneath. All thoughts of talking about kids and serious family business vanished in a second. My mind was all Jason, Jason, Jason.

His hand reached behind me to turn off the stove. "I think it can wait," he said, pulling back briefly, his gaze meeting mine. "Don't you agree?"

My face broke into a slow smile, and I leaned forward so our foreheads touched. "Definitely." He scooped me up, my legs twined around his torso, and undid the apron, discarding it on the floor, his lips not leaving mine for a single second as he walked out of the kitchen.

Trade this for a baby?

Yeah, maybe not.

Good? I have plans for the other characters, but I'm not sure if I will make Piper pregnant. It's still up for grabs. Next chapter will feature our dearest friend Katie Gardner. And where she is, Travis Stoll is never far behind. (evil grin) So don't worry. It's coming. And if you want to see Piper get fat and have cravings, than just mention it in your review. Thanks so much for reading!

-NotsoSugarQueen