A/N: Okay, ya'll.

These names just struck me as being awesome, but, also, I like the ones I've esentially picked out. What do ya'll think of them?

For Boys:

Audrick Percival / Andrick Percival (Thanks to dmeltdown for these!)

Carter Sunny (For reasons...)

Leonard (Leo) Alexander

For Girls:

Hayley Moonlight (Once again, I've my reasons...)

Chelsea Althea (dmeltdown, thanks again!)

Alexandria Meline

Okay, so, help for some of these came from a good friend of mine - *cough* Mrs. Percy Potter *cough* - showed me this website in which holds Greek names. and I found these most interesting. (Of course, Carter and Hayley came from my OWN twisted mind...haha...)

So, to end this long A/N, I don't own PJO.

Annabeth's POV

My phone started ringing just as I pulled into the garage. I dug through my purse to locate it, then clicked the 'yes' button on 'accept call?'. "Hello?" I asked into the reciever, stepping out and walking into the house.

"Annabeth?" Percy's voice answered. It sounded like a mizture between excitement and worry.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, opening the fridge and taking out some leftover lasagna. "Another demigod-student? One who can see through this Mist? Oh, no, did Cold Case get canceled?" I rambled off the list of things I knew he would most liekly be worried about. I put the lasagna in the fridge as he continued.

"What? No...I mean, at least I hope not..." he trailed off, causing me to sigh.

"Percy, sweetie, weren't you asking me something?" I started, taking the lasanga from the microwave, and setting it on the counter so I could eat.

He seemed to come back to reality. "Oh, yeah. I was wondering - you did know the ultra-sound appointment's today, right?"

I almost spit out my food. "Oh...that's today, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, souding like he was arranging some papers on his desk. "Friday, June sixteenth, three forty five PM." Percy informed me. I nodded, looking at my watch - 1:42 PM. Roughly two hours until that time.

What to do until then?

"Why are you on the phone?" I suddenly wondered. "Lunch br - "

"Brake," he finished for me, giving a laugh. "Anyway, it's nearing the end of lunch. That means I need to get ready for sixth period. My...roudiest class of the day," he said, sighing. Now, I laughed.

"Okay, okay. I'll let you get to that. Love you."

"Love you, Annabeth. See you in a while." Percy hung up the phone, leaving me to eat my lasanga in peace.

I ate it gingerly, suddenly realizing I forgot to pick up the paint. Well, I'll just leave that for later. I thought, sitting down on the couch. I proped my feet up on the coffee table, and clicked the TV on. I went to the DVR, and started watching a show I had recorded - the latest episode of that new TV show Falling Skies. It seemed simple enough when I first found it, looking for something with high action and produced by Spielburg.

Well, I got it both, and now I'm seriously addicted to it. Not that I didn't also enjoy Noah Wyle's outstanding performances as Dr. John Carter in ER.

Sorry, ranting again. I can't help it.

I watched as Pope was showing Matt how he was planning to kill the Mechs - which are giant, robotic things - when I heard the doorbell ring then a slight pouding on the door itself.

I sighed slightly, pausing the show and walking to the door. The pouding continued. "I'm coming!" I hollered, opening the door to find Thalia there, with Thomas right behind her like an obediant dog. I smiled, walking outside with them.

As I started to grab the rocking chair from the back of the moving van, Thomas tapped me on the shoulder. "What?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "Nah-uh. Thalia told me that you were on strict bed rest, Annabeth. We can handle this." Thomas put his hands on the rocking chair. I kept my hands firmly placed on it as well, shaking my head vigorously.

"I just can't go to work," I explained in a "trying-not-to-get-angry-but-pretty-close-to-it" voice. I tugged the chair a little bit my way. "But, I am completely capable of handling a little ol' rocking chair." I started to move it again, but Thomas yanked it his way.

"If I let you and Percy finds out, I won't hear the end of it, Annabeth. Just let me take this." He started to take it, but I yanked it my way.

"Do we need to go through this again, Tommy?" I asked, moving the chair whether he liked it or not.

He sighed. "At least let me help!"

"No!" I said, quite loudly, I might add. I could tell I hurt Thomas' feelings. I sighed. "Look, Thomas, I promise, I'll stop trying to take any furniture and be a good little wifey who does what she's told, if you just let me carry in the rocking chair. I just want to carry in the rocking chair - I mean, it is my favorite piece, after all."

He grinned at me, and nodded. "Just don't let Thalia see you." He whispered. I winked, laughing slightly, as I hauled the chair down the ramp, and into the house. Instead of putting it in one of the several spare rooms, I sat it down square in the living room, a little bit of ways in front of the TV. I snatched up the remote, sat down, and pretended I was watching the show.

Thomas smiled approvingly when he saw me, but Thalia rolled her eyes. She knew what insane stunt I was about to pull.

As soon as they were out of sight, carrying the crib I believe, I stood and ran outside, grabbing the nightstand. I walked it inside, putting it by the doorway, and had already moved the changing table there as well, managing to ssit back down in the chair and start watching my show by the time Thomas and her got done moving it.

I smiled triumphantly to myself as Thomas scratched his head wonderingly, before continuing to take it all back there.

This continued for about half an hour. When they were finished, Thomas gave me a small hug and wishes of good luck. I waved as he left, Thalia crashing on my new rocking chair. I sat on the couch, longing for it.

Thalia started to rock back and forth, sighing happily. "Oh, Annabeth..." she murmured. "This is...this is, wow...I need me one of these..." She looked up at me. "No wonder you didn't want to leave it."

I laughed, watching my show. It ended too soon as well, leaving me to dwell on the questions I still had before the season finale Sunday night. I stood and walked about, wondering what to do next.

I couldn't very well decorate the nursery yet - not until we knew the gender - which wounldn't be until that evening. I could always go and rearrange the play room. Something inside me thought. I shook my head, starting to pace in the kitchen. No, no, not a good idea. We still haven't gotten all of the toys yet, and the baby shower's not for a couple more months...Is there anything I can do to mine and Percy's room? Have we installed the basonet yet? I wonder if it's still on the bathroom shelf -

"Annabeth, geez, calm down." Thalia said, piercing into my thoughts. I must've been saying them out loud, because she had a rather annoyed glance on her face. I smiled,

"Sorry. Just ranting." I mumbled, looking around the house. Clean. The word sat on my brain like a motherly instinct. Clean. This house has to be spotless. I started running around, cleaning everything I could get my hands on - and it just didn't feel like me.

I wasn't a huge cleaner, but I did enjoy keeping the house orderly. But with this? It was like something was just taking over my body, and I wasn't able to stop until I heard the door open, and Percy saying, "Annabeth? I'm home!" That meant it was just past three.

I walked into the kitchen, where Percy was standing. "Hey," I said, kissing him. "How was work?"

"Good," he managed, looking me up and down. "Okay, even I know there's no way you've been at home all day."

I looked off into space. "Oh, yeah, well...Babysitter and I had this crazy idea, so we went shopping, and bought - well, sorta bought - a whole collection of handmade baby furniture." I smiled, as did Thalia, who came and stood beside me.

Percy smiled and rolled his eyes annoyingly. "Fine, fine. Ready to go?" He looked up at me. I nodded swiftly, already walking into the garage, and getting into Percy's black SUV. He came out behind me, with Thalia waving from the doorway.

"I'm going to raid your kitchen again!" She called out as we were pulling away. I smiled and waved back, as she shut the door.

"So," Percy started. "How well did 'Babysitter' do today?"

"Good," I said, looking out of the window. "I've been thinking about names, Percy. We still have to name it, you know. And I just can't think of one that fits..."

He smiled. "I know what you mean, Wise Girl. I've been thinking, too. If it's a girl...I just don't know what names I like. Hayley's a cute one, for a girl. Carter for a boy. But just any others? I'm lost with them."

"Tell me about it, Seaweed Brain," I sighed, watching as the grass and trees blended together. "I hate not knowing, you know?"

He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. "But we'll know soon, right?"

I nodded excitedly as he kissed my knuckles.

We arrived at the doctor's office twenty or so minutes before the appointment. We sat in the waiting room, talking to ourselves, waiting to get called back. At exactly three forty-five, much to my surprise, we were called back.

I would've swore Percy was sweating.

"You okay?" I asked, as we followed a nurse through twisted halls and past several rooms.

He nodded, gulping. "Just fine." Percy rubbed his hands together, and wiped them on his jeans.

I laughed as the nurse led us into a smaller room with a little machine in one corner and a examination table right next to it. I took his hand in mine. "You're not nervous, are you, Percy?"

His cheeks went a little red, but he shook his head, causing me to laugh a little more.

"Alright, Mrs. Jackson. Just sit down on the examination table and an OB nurse will be here momentarily." The nurse said, smiling half-heartedly. I nodded, and she left. I sat on the table, scooting up a little and leaning back on the part which was lifted a little higher than the rest. Percy sat beside me in a chair, looking more nervous than ever as he gripped my hand. I couldn't help but smile as I practically saw the wheels turning in his head.

The nurse walked in, smiling, and sat down on a little spinning stool.

"Hello Mrs. Jackson, Mr. Jackson." She read a clip board which she had in her hand. "Here to find out the gender of the baby?"

We both nodded.

"Okay, good, then. Mrs. Jackson, if you could please pull up your shirt." I did as told, thus letting my stomach show. The nurse, I believe her name was Sandra, took out some container with a nosel on it. "This may be a little cold," she said, and put the goop on my stomach.

I'd heard it be called many things. But to me it just looked like goop. Aloe gel, that's what it reminded me of.

Sandra took out a white-wand looking thing, turned on the computer, and typed away with one hand while the other was used to make the thing move around my stomach, searching for the baby's heartbeat.

A minute went by, with no noise at all. I was starting to get a little frightened, and was about to say something, when I heard a strong, tha-dump, tha-dump sound. Sandra, now back to smiling, seemed almost relieved. I exhaled in relief. The nurse started mumbling things, like, "Amniotic fluid looks good, just right for this stage...length wise, perfect...cranium a bit bigger than most, but nothing to worry about...long legs...even arms..."

I honestly didn't know if this stuff was pointed towards us, until she turned to look at us.

"This," she said, smiling. "Is your sweet little girl." I gazed up at the screen, seeing what appeared to be blobs at first, but slowly turning into the form of a moving, thriving baby.

I squeezed Percy's hand, turning towards him. He was crying, little tear streams going down his cheeks. I felt tiny tears prick at the bottom of my eyes, and even let a couple out, but I knew I had to stay strong.

She finished quickly, assuring us that everything was perfectly fine, and that the reason we hadn't heard the heartbeat sooner was because of her position. Sandra left, and I pulled my shirt back down, looking at Percy.

"It's a girl," I said, sitting up.

Percy nodded, smiling wistfully, as if off in a different world. I smiled and stood, walking to the door. Percy was still in his chair, staring off into space.

I laughed. "Percy," I called, walking out the door. "Come on, Seaweed Brain, or I'm leaving you behind!"

His head suddenly snapped my way, and he stood, practically running to catch up with me.

Grinning, we signed out and left the office. Now, I know I should've been thinking about things like names, and how exciting this all would be, but honestly, truthfully, the only thing on my mind right then was paint.

So. It's a girl. I'm so sorry, dmeltdown! You must hate me now, for not making it a boy, but I promise, one will come in good time, and you can all take the names and vote then. :)

Thanks to you all, for everything you do!