A/N: Here's the next chapter! It's the first day of school, but before they leave.

I LOVE BSB!

Enough said. I don't own the song, PJO, or anything you may notice that obviously isn't owned by a teenager. XD OH WAIT I LIED! Look up "Beyonce, four months pregnant" on Google images. You'll see how much of a bump I'm talking about (: And I'm only a teenager. I've never been pregnant before, so no judging on describing! I've done research, though.

Chapter Seven: Don't Wanna Lose You Now—Backstreet Boys

Sunday passed quickly. Athena avoided Poseidon, but not to the hatred extent—just enough to let him know she was completely irked at him. Four A.M. rolled around on Monday morning, and she hopped in her shower. As soon as she was done, she wrapped her borrowed blue, silk robe from Aphrodite around her. She left her damp, towel dried, curly hair down, sticking to her face.

She went to wake Artemis to let her know it was her time to get a shower. Then, Apollo, so he could be ready. Nearing four thirty she began breakfast. By five, the eggs, bacon, waffles, and pancakes were all done. She went to wake the remaining three, Aphrodite, Ares, and Poseidon, and the six ate together silently. Close to a quarter after five, Athena went upstairs to change out of the robe. She got into the first day outfit Aphrodite had picked out for her.

She wouldn't have glanced at the outfit many times, let alone bought it. But Athena knew that Aphrodite just wanted to make Athena happy; by doing that, she bought clothes. It was a frilled, crème colored shirt with bright white polka dots, and a black pencil skirt that she wore that day. Her shoes, however, were a feisty red color, and flat. She pinned her hair up, so that only two curls were down, cradling her face.

She noticed that the skirt was very, very tight. Well, duh, she thought. It's a pencil skirt. But what really tight was the part around her abdomen. She looked into the mirror in the bathroom. Oh, gods. Hera hadn't made her two months pregnant. She could easily tell that she was four. A rounded bump was shown visibly. That cow! As if it isn't hard enough already, she decided to lie on top of it; she left Athena to figure that out herself. That's why she wasn't nauseous. Hera said that two months wouldn't make her sick, but Athena very well knew it could last until the three month mark; not the two.

She gripped her forehead. Great. Just great. Not only today would she be starting to teach, but everyone would clearly see the very visible, very four-month-pregnant baby bump. The worst part? This type of attire was all that Aphrodite had bought her; they expected her to be able to wear it for at least two months.

Overnight, she had suddenly gone from flat stomached to bewitched from the peacock.

She sheepishly walked down the stairs. What would the others say? They'd surely notice. It was very noticeable. Everyone would! Even Hedge…oh, Di Immortals.

What was she to do about volleyball? She couldn't run around carrying a little person! She was surely getting either fired, or bad reports. She'd just have to come clean…she was already ready for this blasted year to cease.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Poseidon was walking to put his glass in the dishwasher. When he saw her, he promptly looked at her stomach. His eyes widened and glass shattered on the tile floor. "I—I—Athena…"

Athena looked down. It was more noticeable when she looked at it that way. A bump was her stomach. It wasn't a small one; it was a fair sized one. Her eyes danced up to Poseidon's. "Look what she did to me." She whispered.

Ignoring the broken glass on the floor, he advanced towards Athena. Slowly, he placed a hand on her abdomen. Right before it touched, he glanced up at Athena, who looked scared beyond belief. She let him put his hands on her stomach, and it was a strange feeling. At that moment, she realized that even though she had only been with child for two days, she was technically sixteen to seventeen weeks along. And she knew that meant any moment the baby could kick now. Starting around the sixteen to seventeenth week, the baby shows life—she's never been pregnant, but she knew at least that much. And the strangest part was, as soon as Poseidon laid both hands on her, the child did.

They both looked up. It was soft; barely there. But it was real. She didn't smile like he did, which made him drop his immediately. Instead, she began to cry. "I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready at all," she whispered. Her grey eyes became watery. Raindrops of tears flooded down her face. Poseidon kept one hand on her stomach, but touched one to her cheek, wiping her tears away.

"Calm down, Athena. I'm here for you. No more arguments, alright?" He promised.

She smiled slightly at the remark. "I can't promise that."

"I will. I promise, Athena. I'll only take care of you and the baby. I don't want another Saturday episode. I'm supposed to be here for you now. We have a family." He told her.

"I never imagined," she spoke, "that I'd ever, under any circumstance, have you as the father of my child." She wiped the tears off her eyelashes.

He moved his hand from her cheek, now resting it in her own, slightly wet one. He gave it a squeeze and said, "Don't give up on the baby. Promise?"

She nodded slightly. "I'd never get rid of it."

He let go of her hand and belly, and draped his arms gently around her waist. She rested her forehead on his, and listened to him whisper. "I'm sorry, Athena. For everything. But this time; this time, I swear. I'm going to be a good father. And you're going to be a good mother."

She gently placed her hands on his back and whispered back, "I need you. Please, don't go."

Never thought that I would lose my mind
That I could control this
Never thought that I'd be left behind
That I was stronger than you, baby
Girl if only I knew what I've done
You know, so why don't you tell me
And I, I would bring down the moon and the sun
To show how much I care

He'd felt like a jerk. After everything he'd put her through, here she was, begging him not to leave her. And he knew he never would again. He, at this point, was willing to do anything and everything for her and this child. There was no more him; it was all about Athena and their child.

Don't wanna lose you now
Baby I know we can win this
Don't wanna lose you now
No no, or ever again

He wasn't going to lose her. Not again. And he would make sure that she wouldn't lose him.

I've got this feeling you're not gonna stay
It's burning within me
The fear of losing
Of slipping away
It keeps getting closer, baby
Whatever reason to live that I've had
My place was always beside you
And I wish that I didn't need you so bad
Your face just won't go away

Athena felt like it was a lie—that he would go away. She needed him to stay, and all she could do was trust that he would. She couldn't possibly do this on her own; it was a two person responsibility. She knew that without him, she wouldn't be able to last through it. As much as she hated him sometimes…they had to get past it.

Don't wanna lose you now
Baby I know we can win this
Don't wanna lose you now
No no, or ever again

I never thought that I would lose my mind
That I could control this
Never thought that I'd be left behind
That I was stronger than you

Don't wanna lose to loneliness
Girl I know we can win
Don't wanna lose to emptiness, oh no
Never again

Don't wanna lose you now
Baby I know we can win this
Don't wanna lose you now
No no, or ever again

They would have to win this. And they would have to do it together.

Athena moved away from him. She glanced at the clock. 5:38. They had to leave in about five minutes. Luckily, everyone was dressed. "W-Well…we should get going now, guys." She walked farther into the kitchen, bending over to get the broken glass.

"Stop!" Poseidon called as she began to crouch.

She smiled. So he did have a real heart. He picked up the pieces himself and threw them away. Once he had washed his hands and the others had quickly brushed their teeth, they were off again.

While the four were filing in the truck, though, he told Athena she could no longer drive. When she got defensive, he just placed a hand on her stomach. He found a new way to quiet the girl down.

Aphrodite called from the garage, "So, am I driving?"

Poseidon chuckled and rubbed his hands on Athena's small bump one last time. "We better go before Aphrodite decides to steer."

He grabbed her hand with one of his, while the other was loosely wrapped around her waist. He wasn't about to let her go—he wasn't anywhere close.

A/N: So we see a change in heart, character, mood, et cetera. I hope you enjoyed! Even though I'm not the biggest Pothena fan, when I write it, I can tolerate it…so I was kind of 'aww'ing as I typed.

I love feedback almost as much as Aphrodite loves love!
~Suzie

P.S. Thanks for the lovely reviews! I hope this made up for two short chapters :D