It was a Wednesday, nothing special about it, except the fact that Annabeth's baby was 5 days overdue.
Percy and Annabeth had come to visit me and Paul, and I was in the kitchen, making up blue blueberry muffins. Annabeth had been craving them, and Percy just adored my recipe for them.
Paul had left for work not 20 minutes ago, and the house seemed rather quiet. I sighed to myself as I mixed the blue food dye into my muffin mixture.
It seemed far too long since Percy had been bothered to come sit on the counter and talk about girl problems with me. I smiled tenderly as I thought of the time he had come to talk before his first date with Annabeth. I told him not to babble, and when he got home that night, he wouldn't stop, he was just so happy he couldn't form complete, coherant sentances.
Pouring the batter into muffin tins, I chuckled quietly to myself.
"What's so funny?" a male voice asked from the doorway.
"You," I replied, glancing over my shoulder at my son. "I was just thinking about the night of your first date with Annabeth."
Percy winced. "Not one of my best moments."
I sat the bowl on the counter, and Percy was across the room in a flash, grabbing the bowl and licking it out. I raised an eyebrow at him.
He paused in mid-lick, then smiled. "I'm not a dad yet, so it's allowed, Grandma."
I beamed. "You're just calling me Grandma to butter me up."
Percy shrugged. "Maybe," he replied, and resumed his process of smearing batter over his face in hopes to get it in his mouth.
A few minutes passed in silence, during which time I managed to get Percy started on the dishes, and get the muffins in the oven.
We sat down at the table with glasses of milk, and Percy went to go see if Annabeth wanted anything, but she was asleep on the couch.
I slowly drank my milk, staring out the window, contemplating just how fast Percy was moving along in life. "I'm so proud of you," I said, looking over at Percy, who was in the process of wiping a milk moustache off.
He blinked. "Of doing the dishes?"
I laughed. "No, although it was thoughtful. I was meaning, I'm proud of you for being a good hero, husband, son... for turning out perfect."
Percy blushed. "I wouldn't say 'perfect'. Percy Jackson, no matter how amazing I am for saving the world, is not perfect."
"But he is talking in the third person."
"Because he can."
"Ah."
We smiled at each other for a moment, then Percy said, "Thanks Mom. I love you."
"Oh Percy, I love you too, honey." He got up and walked around the table to hug me. We were like that for quite a while, until I heard a gasp from the living room.
"Annabeth?" I called out. "Sweetie, you up?"
"Di immortales," came the faint reply. "PERCY!" came the louder yell.
"Yes?" Percy called back.
"My water just broke!" I froze at Annabeth's words, and so did Percy.
Then, "What's that mean?"
I closed my eyes and groaned. Percy, Percy, Percy...
"THE BABY'S COMING!"
I jumped out of my seat and raced to the living room, leaving Percy standing in the kitchen, wide eyed and muttering, "Di immortales!" repeatedly.