Weddings
Percy nervously straightened his tie. He did it again, until someone knocked on the door. It was Grover.
"Hey G-man," Percy said, a slight tremble in his voice.
"Perce, there's nothing to be scared of. Juniper and I got married, and now she's pregnant." Grover smiled, and Percy flashed a smile back.
"Thanks Grover." Percy walked out of the room, his best man following him.
Percy stood nervously, fiddling with his tie. Where is Annabeth? he thought, waiting for his fiancee.
There she was. Annabeth Chase (soon to be Jackson), walked down the aisle, her father's arm hooked through hers. Percy gave Annabeth a small smile, and she returned it, smiling slightly at him. Light blonde curls framed her angelic face, and her usually stormy gray eyes were calm and clear.
Percy spaced out until the "I do's".
"Perseus?" The officiant said, looking at Percy.
"I'm sorry, what?" Percy asked, blushing profusely.
"I do?"
"I do." Percy blushed even more, looking at Annabeth. He could tell she was mentally facepalming.
"Annabeth Chase, do you wish to marry Perseus Jackson?"
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride."
Percy swept Annabeth off her feet, and passionately kissed her, resulting a lot of clapping and wolf whistles. She kissed back, and pulled away after a minute.
"That was a fine kiss Mrs. Jackson," Percy said, smiling.
"Yes indeed Mr. Jackson."