A.N.: So, I knew I had to write this, partly because it keeps nagging me, and because I'm suffering from writer's block when I tried to write a new chapter for Roadtrip! So here I am, updating very soon considering I just posted the last chapter a few days ago… but whatever. I just can't help myself. So we continue onwards with Tratie… and as far as Connor's death, that will be explained in a companion fanfic, so don't get too worked up. (don't get me wrong, I love Connor Stoll's character, but him having died will add some character building for Travis as well as Lou Ellen, who will make an appearance) Anyways, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: yeah, it's me again… and no, I still don't own PJO.

Four: Katie PoV

"Shit!"

I should've known that the moment I woke up next to Travis Stoll that I was done for. Every time he makes an appearance in my life, order goes out the window and my plans are wrecked.

Because now I'm in my bathroom, sitting on the toilet, staring at the test that has a little blue plus sign on it.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered to myself, tossing the test in the trash and cursing the day Travis Stoll was born. Honestly, why did I go out with him after work? Why? Especially when those blue eyes still managed to make me swoon.

And now the train known as Katie Gardner's Life has been officially derailed.

I was pregnant. At twenty-two, with no official boyfriend and definitely no husband.

And the worst part was that now I had to tell Travis, the not so official boyfriend.

I swore loudly again, buckled my belt and grabbed my cell phone off the sink counter, dialing his number that somehow, in the last two weeks, I'd already memorized.

Three hours later, I was sitting on a bench in Central Park with a speechless Stoll next to me. Under different circumstances, I would've found this a happy moment. I mean, those kind of guys never shut up.

"You're sure?" he asked skeptically.

I sighed. "You pee on a stick, Stoll. It's not rocket science."

He raked his fingers through his hair. "So what happens now?"

I bit my lip and looked towards the sky. Mom, if you ever cared about me, please help me. And for good measure, I pleaded for some assistance from everyone's favorite love goddess.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I mean, I could get an abortion."

"Don't," Travis said suddenly, sitting upright. "Don't get an abortion. It wouldn't be right."

"Last time I checked, Travis, I'm the one that's going to have to get fat and take time off work and deal with actually giving birth," I snapped, and then stood up. "Look, it was a mistake to tell you in the first place. I should've known you would be like this." I started to walk away, shoving my hands into my pockets. I guess the gods couldn't be bothered to help a mortal, demigod or not, like me. I was about ten feet away when a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

"Katie, don't be like that. I'm sorry. I'm just… surprised is all," Travis protested. I softened. He reached forwards and tilted my chin upwards and leaning in. The kiss was innocent and sweet and gentle, things I never would have associated with Travis Stoll.

But, as you can see, my life is full of surprises.

"You think?" I scoffed.

"We can do this. I mean; we both have jobs, and savings. And I know our relationship has always been sort of, um, different, but I like you," he began, glancing at his feet self-consciously. My heart thudded loudly in my ears. "A lot," he added, color flushing across his cheeks.

I bit my lip, trying to ignore my inner teenage girl that wanted to give in and swoon and live happily ever after. The kind of stuff he was saying was the kind of stuff every girl dreamed of having a guy tell her. Like the movies.

"Alright, Stoll," I decided, grabbing his hand. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Gods, Gardner. I thought you were going to reject me," he said, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes as we strolled through the park, back towards my apartment. "I'm sure you're manly ego could've handled it."

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "I wouldn't be so sure. I know I'm not hard on the eyes… but a girl like you saying no, right to my face?" he winced dramatically for good measure. "It definitely would put a dent in my self confidence."

"Like you couldn't use one," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked, his breath hot on my ear. I shivered instinctively. This was not fair. No guy should have the ability to make a girl feel so… out of control.

"Nothing," I assured him, giving him a teasing smile. He laughed.

"Well, since we're together now," he said cautiously, and I could tell he thought I might explode into protest at the term we, "I'd like to take you out. If I remember correctly, you like Chinese?"

I couldn't help but grin and nod. Maybe I was wrong about Travis Stoll, and this time around, he wouldn't disappoint. At least I hoped.

And now, to break the news to my dad.

I bit my lip momentarily, trying to picture the scene.

I hoped he didn't kill Travis when he found out.

Okay, so I know this was a short chapter in relativity to my usual length, but it was kind of a filler. And I apologize for it. But I also have good news. For those of you who were asking about the death of Connor, I will be releasing a short, two or three chapter story explaining it all through Lou Ellen's eyes. I know they're not main characters in the series, but I love to write about them together, since I can easily mold them into whatever kinds of characters I want, whereas with Percy and Annabeth, for example… I hate going OOC. So look online later, since the first chapter will be released. And as a heads up, this story will be written from mostly a female perspective, and I'm going to visit Reyna or Hazel next, and it will be an engagement party or wedding planning scene with all the female characters featured in this fanfiction. You can review which one you would like more. Anyways, thanks for reading, and I apologize for the long author's note, I just had a lot to say. Love you all!

Xoxo- NotsoSugarQueen