*-A/N: GAWH! Reviewer Jennifer, you're one of the best! Also...I started school today. You'd think it'd be bad, right? WRONG! Thank you Jesus, I actually had a lot of fun, and enjoyed it a lot.

Choco:...What is up with Apollo and the rhymes?

Me: Well, he's the god of poetry.

Choco: So? I've read some of the haikus, and they aren't that good.

Me: Shh! You'll insult him! Anyway, I don't own PJO.

Annabeth's POV

Even though Percy tried to get out of it in every way possible, even to the point of saying he had to go fix an air conditioner, I convinced him to take me paint shoping. He groaned when he finally realized he couldn't win, and went out and hoped in my Honda.

I'd also finally convinced him to let me drive again, and I was taking every advantage of that, because if I've learned one thing about Percy, he second guesses a lot. We pulled into the Home Depot, parking in a space near the entrance.

I got out, followed by Percy, and walked in, immediately finding my way to the paint. I looked at each color individually, watching each one as if examining each color of the rainbow.

A light yellow? Might be too bright. Teal? No, not enough blue or green in it.

"I was thinking, Perce," I said distractedly, looking at a row of colors, "that we could paint her name in a color exactly polar opposite to whatever we chose. Wouldn't that be nice?" I looked at him.

He shrugged. "I guess."

I smiled. "Good. Which color, then?" I showed him the pallets. "Ivory or eggshell?"

"Does it matter?" Percy asked. I gaped at him.

"Of course it matters! Ivory has a more wedding-touchy feel and yellowish tint to it. But eggshell is closer to white."

"Then why not just pick white?"

"Because white itself is not exactly white. Duh," I said, rolling my eyes. He looked as confused as ever, but I didn't say anything to acknowledge it. Finally, I put the little strip of color back into its placement. "Eh, we'll deal with that later - we still need a true background color." I started looking around, thinking about Moonlight. What would look good as moonlight?

I kept scanning the colors, and felt like giving up after nearly forty minutes, when it caught my eye - a certain color, very deep and dark, yet beautiful in nature.

"Percy," I said, pulling him down to where I was bent, looking at the colors. "What do you think of this one?" I pointed to it, and he cracked a smile.

"Midnight Blue?" He questioned. I nodded. "Why?"

"Because," I stated, smiling and picking up the pallet preview. "Her middle name is Moonlight. I want her room to have something to do with her name. If we do a midnight blue, and then take Ivory, because it'll give it a better look, and paint the moon and stars, with her initials in the middle, then it'll be perfect - and we could decorate the whole room in stars and things to do with night. Can't you just imagine it, Percy?" As I was doing all of this, I gathered together the color pallets we were getting and walked up to the desk.

The woman was in her early forties easily, with salt and peppered hair. She smiled, helping me with getting the paint ready. When she was finished, we thanked her, paid the money owed, and then went back home.

Let the fun begin.

We stepped on the white, plastic covering that litered the floor. We had just finished moving all of the furniture back out of the room (with little to no of Thalia's help), and were getting ready to paint.

I had also carried in a radio, so we could listen to music why we painted.

I turned up the volume to max, which wasn't very high on the old thing, and then stuck my paint brush deep into the pail. I started painting carefully, taking in each line, and how this and that would need to look to be perfect, while Percy painted in odd circles and criss-crossed lines.

"What are you doing?" I finally questioned, filling in a small part I'd missed near the door frame.

He shrugged. "Painting."

I laughed. "Like what? A kindergartner? Even Ellie could paint better than that."

"Don't bring Ellie into this," he said, smirking and continuing to paint like he was outlining a contenintal drift.

"Why not? She is our goddaughter, after all."

"Besides the point," Percy said indignitly. "Now, shh. I'm trying to paint!" He made a wide circle, not even considering to fill in the middle. I rolled my eyes.

"You are such a Seaweed Brain," I muttered, smiling and finishing up around the door frame.

"The one and only, Wise Girl," he said, poiting his paint brush at me. I felt something wet hit my cheek. I turned around a looked at him, his face guilt covered, with his shoulders pre-shrugged and a stupid grin on his face.

"Whoops?" He questioned. I smirked.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be." I said, and flung some paint at him. It hit his old T-shirt square in the middle, now splattered with blue paint. Percy gaped at me.

"Annabeth, I'm appalled." He said, "But, take that!" And flung some paint, ruining my shirt. He closed his eyes and started laughing hysterically. That's when I made my move.

"You forget who's Athena's daughter, son of Poseidon," I cackled, and ran up behind him before he could see, painting the back of his head in midnight blue. I started laughing myself, before I felt something wet smeared on the side of my face with a hand. I opened my eyes and gaped at him.

"You forget who's Poseidon's son, daughter of Athena." He teased. I couldn't help but laughing some more, enjoying this more now that we had had some fun. Suddenly, a nice song came from the radio, I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack. Percy stepped back, still holding his paint brush, and offered me his hand.

"Might I have this dance, Mrs. Jackson?"

I smiled. "It'd be my honor, Mr. Jackson." We took hands, dancing almost like we had when we danced at our wedding, except this featured twists and turns in which we would paint the walls while dancing. It made me feel like we were sixteen again, laughing away while dancing and painting at the same time.

When the song ended, even though I could tell he didn't want to, we let go of each others hands and went back to painting. We got through at about eight PM, and I was tuckered out.

I knew I'd have no problems getting to sleep tonight.

I put the finishing touches on the 'H M J' initials, curving them just right. I had been correct about the Ivory - it really just made it shine. All of her walls were painted the magnificent blue, and on the first wall coming in, where there was the most empty space, was covered in dotted stars, a cresent-shapped moon shinning down from one corner, and her initials in the center. At the bottom, since I managed to find some leftover green paint from where I painted my office a while back, and some grey from painting my study, I painted a tiny wolf on the bottom, howling up at the moon.

I stepped back and admired my work. Sure, Percy helped, but I was inclined to think I did it all at this moment.

Percy wrapped his arms around my back. "It looks great, Annie."

I smiled. "I know." Looking down, I placed one hand on my stomach, and he did the same. "Do you like it, Moon?" I whispered. There was a slight kick. It was then I couldn't stop my smile, even as we cleaned up and headed to bed.

And to think, this all started because I wanted paint.

So. Too fluffily? Just enough? Have I worked enough Percabeth in there? SCHOOL IN THE MORNING! YAY! :D :D :D :D Thank you, Jesus!

~Future