Annabeth's POV

It had been a week since Athena had attacked us. Percy and I had contacted Chiron, Rachel Dare and Poseidon, asking for protection and advice, but gods could come to Camp Half Blood, Rachel was devoid of prophecies and I couldn't breath underwater, so Poseidon's palace was off-limits.

The best we could do was ask Hecate, the Titan goddess of magic to protect our gorgeous, three story home. She did, but warned us that Athena could easily break through the protection if she wanted to.

Percy hadn't gone to work for a week, claiming that I could give birth any time now and he needed to be there to drive me to a hospital. I suppose it was true, but in reality he didn't want Athena to trace us to the house, which was a wedding present from Poseidon. Percy's favorite part was the pool. I liked the library.

"Hey, honey, you OK? There's water on the floor." Percy called from the sofa, where he was watching a football game.

I glanced down, surprised. He was right; there was water on the floor. Then I slowly noticed a wet, cold something traveling down the inside seam of my sweatpants.

"Seaweed Brain? Take me to the hospital. I think my water broke."

Twelve hours later, I was holding a little, beautiful baby girl. She had Percy's jet black hair and green eyes. The little girl Seaweed Brain was holding was a tiny version of me- blond hair and gray eyes.

"She looks just like you, Percy. What should we name her?" I said. It was difficult, because I had just spent twelve hours in labor. Seriously people!

"Sophia. It means 'wisdom'. I know Athena isn't your favorite goddess right now, but... You know. And this one, the tiny you? Her name should be Thassalona. We can call her Tass. I know it's long"-seeing my attempt to speak-"but it means 'ocean' in Greek."

"I love it, Perce. I love them. But Athena isn't going to be satisfied with us naming a forbidden kid after her. She-" I broke down into tears. I couldn't stand the idea of Athena hurting my tiny, perfect daughters. As Percy stopped to comfort me, I heard a faint voice saying, "I will not harm them for the first 13 years of their life. On the day the turn 14, I will give them a quest. If they survive and complete it successfully, I will not touch them. You however... You are a different matter." The voice died away. I continued to weep, but Percy and my baby daughters never knew that they were tears of joy instead of despair.