A/N: dmeltdown, once again, I am just so sorry. But don't think that your names went to waste. I promise, you'll be happy with how it turns out - it just may take a few chapters to get there. Thanks again to all of those that helped! (Especially the ones who helped me with the names! You know who you are...) Also, guys, sorry if it's bad today. I - I don't know. I wasn't really feeling all into it, but I promise, it'll be better! :D

Me: *rubs cheeks where the duct tape was* When I get my hands on that cousin of mine...

K: What'll you do? Yell at her? CAN I HELP?~! *bounces up and down*

Me: Shhh...*places hand on top of head, making her stop and look around dazed* I don't own PJO.

Annabeth's POV

Paint.

That was the one word I kept using constantly. Paint.

"Annabeth, we don't need to go get paint today, it's too late." He pointed out.

"But we need paint for the baby's room!" I argued.

"And the painting can wait. Annabeth, it's not like she's due tomorrow." Percy pulled into our driveway. I huffed.

"So? If we get it done early, then I can go ahead and decorate the room, and make it look nice."

He laughed. "She's not an interior designer, Annabeth. I honestly don't think she even cares at the moment."

I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car. "I care," I muttered, walking into the house. We sat down at the kitchen's island, thinking to ourselves quietly. Then, Percy got that smirk on his face.

"Are we going to call her 'she' forever?" He questioned, smiling.

I actually hadn't thought of that. "Well, no." I said plaintively, trying to think of some names. "Of course we'll give her a name."

"I like Evangilina." Percy said.

I shook my head. "No, not for this one. It just doesn't have a ring to it...hmm...Catherine?"

"Too formal." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"What name do you have, then, Seaweed Brain?"

He grinned. "Jessica. Jessica Jackson - it's sort of rhyme-y." I made a face at the name. It's not that it wasn't a pretty one, it's just that it didn't feel right. There was some name I was thinking of...it started with an 'H'. What was it?

"No...Elizabeth. Hermone. Hali. Hillary, Nattalie?"

"Lexi? Madeline? Nicole."

"Uh-uh. Nicole reminds me of that snobby girl we knew in high school. Her name was Nicole, right? Anyway..."

"Esmerald."

"Kyra."

"Fern, Faith, Georgia?"

"Abby, Althea, Ma - "

"THALIA!" Thalia suddenly shouted from the couch. We both turned around to look at her.

"What?" We asked.

She shrugged, taking a swig of her coke. "Thalia. Name the kid Thalia; it's short, sweet, simple and to. The. Point."

"I think not, Thals." Percy said, twiddling his thumbs together.

"Why not?" Thalia questioned, glancing at Percy. He shrugged.

"I don't know. I just don't think it's a very good idea."

"So?" They started arguing over it. I bit my lip. This reminded me a lot of what happened right before the wedding, when they were arguing over which person went first - something so easily simple that they had to make it hard. That thought got me thinking about the night he proposed - how we watched the baby turtles, following the moonlight to the ocean. And then Hayley's comet -

"Hayley," I murmured.

That got their attention. "What?" Percy asked.

"Hayley." I said. "Her name should be Hayley - Hayley Moonlight." Percy and Thalia's expressions were very confused, so I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Percy, remember the night you proposed? We saw Hayley's comet, and watched the turtles by the moonlight. Plus, Thalia, that's almost like naming her after you, because Artemis is the goddess of the moon. Make sense?"

They nodded robotically, meaning they half understood. I groaned, standing up. I decided to go to bed then, even though it was only about five thirty. I didn't sleep very well that night, because my mind couldn't slow down my thinking.

What will she be like? Was the first thought. Will she be smart, like Mom? Will she have my eyes? Percy's? I wonder what color her hair is. Blonde? Black? A wierd mixture, maybe? She's tall, we know that - I've got to stop referring to her as 'she'. Sh - Hayley has a name now. Hayley Jackson. It even sounds nice. Hayley Moonlight Jackson. MJ. Moon...that'd be a nice nickname. MJ, for short.

I let out a sigh, turning over in the dark room. I glanced at the clock - eight ten. This was going to be a long night. Then, a sudden realization hit me; What would she be? A demigod? A quarter blood? Will she be dyslexic? Does she have ADHD? What powers will she inherit? Will she be able to control water? Wouldn't that be something to see at the Christmas parties, a seven month old, balancing a ball of water in the air. Stranger things have happened, though.

I looked back to the clock - eight eleven.

This night would be too long indeed.

So...Sucky, much? Anyway, next chapter, you guessed it, PAINT! Annabeth will finally get her wish and get the paint. :D Now, if you didn't like it, as stated at the top, I'm sorry. I needed to get the point across and it just wasn't working well with me today. Better next time, I promise!

~Future