Chapter 8
Percy POV
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Annabeth stood next to me in a chapel with an Elvis. "Your paler than usual, and I could have sworn on the River Styx that you just started to shake." She looked absolutely beautiful in her blue jeans and a t-shirt, even though in a few months she would have outgrown it. The Elvis at last found his paper, and started the vows.
"Do you, Perseus Jackson, take this woman Annabeth Chase, as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?" he asked, looking at me with eyes of black.
"You bet." I said, staring into Annabeth's grey eyes.
"And do you, Annabeth Chase, take this man, Perseus Jackson, to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?"
"Yes." Tears welled up in her rather large eyes.
"Then I now pronounce you hubbie and wifey. Kiss yer woman!" He whipped his large wig, which accidently came off, and in a puff of smoke, disappeared as fast as Hades.
And then we kissed, a little too much, but we hadn't since the baby was prophesized three weeks ago.
"Ahem?" two guests looked grumpy.
"I guess we should get a move on. Zeus will soon see us here." I said, heading for the car we stole (again) from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. We wore sunset sunglasses to avoid falling under the spell. We grabbed a bite to eat from McDonalds and then headed for Canada.
"So, will you tell me what Hestia said now?" Annabeth grabbed my hand.
"Oh, just that Junior will have all the power and flaws of the Gods, rendering them powerless when the time comes."
The car was silent.