Chapter 4

2 weeks later

Annabeth groaned.

"Annabeth?" a voice called. But it was distorted and far away. It was male, that much she could tell. But all she could see was darkness…and her head hurt.

"Annie," the voice said. "Wake up." It slowly became clearer, "Wake up…wake up…WAKE UP!"

"Boys! What did I tell you about yelling?"

"But Annabeth's moving."

Slowly, she croaked open her eyes. Light blinded her and she tried to shield her face but found that she couldn't move very much.

Annabeth saw her two younger brothers and her mom looking down at her. She was wearing a hospital gown and her messy hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her brothers were wearing school clothes and her mom was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans. The door opens and her father walks in holding two cups of coffee.

"Annabeth?" he asked. Annabeth gave a straight face before she looked around.

"Hello," she mustered but her voice came out grainy. She cleared her throat and tried to move her hands but she was too sore.

"I'll go get Dr. Apollo," her father offered as he handed the other cup to her mother.

"He's on vacation," Athena replied as she blew on the drink. "I think Dr. Johnson is here though."

Fredrick nodded and went to fetch the doctor. A few seconds later he re-entered with a man who was short and had black hair. He greeted them.

"What-What happened?" Annabeth asked as she tried to sit up. Her father rushed to help her. She felt like she was run over…by a truck…twice.

"You lost too much blood," Athena explained. She then hesitated, "In an accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"We don't want you to relive it, honey."

Annabeth scrunched up her nose. Since when did her mother call her honey?

"Oh…okay."

The doctor then proceeded to tell her she would be sore for the next few days and to take it easy. And if everything went well, she would be released by tomorrow. He then left the room.

Athena started to strike up a conversation with her daughter. But seconds within the conversation she looked down. Annabeth looked at her mother. "What?"

"Why are you rubbing your stomach like that?" Matthew asked while licking an ice cream. Did he always have that?

Annabeth looked down. She had been unconsciously been rubbing circles on her stomach. She blushed deeply and dropped her hand. "I-I didn't realize," she stammered.

Athena frowned and exchanged a look with her husband. "That's…odd," she finally said. But Athena very well knew it wasn't. Annabeth constantly did it when she was carrying and it seems like it's turned into habit.

"Are you supposed to get stretch marks in a coma?" Annabeth asked while pointing at her stomach, "Because I don't remember having these."

"Well after sleeping for 2 weeks and being fed you're bound to gain some weight."

Annabeth shrugged and attempted to stretch out her arms. "I guess I'll just have to hit the treadmill."

Annabeth must be really out of it to believe everything Athena was saying without even questioning it. Fredrick stood awkwardly in the corner of the room occasionally sipping his coffee. He was torn.

...

1 week later

Percy sipped water that his mother gave him and looked out the window. It was raining outside but it looked around daytime.

"I'm so glad you remember me, Percy," Hazel gushed. "I was so worried…"

Percy smiled, "How could I forget you, Hazel?"

Hazel shrugged.

"Percy," Sally reprimanded. "How could you not tell me that Olivia was being born? To let me sleep?!"

Percy looked up. "Who?"

Thalia stepped forwards, "Olivia Ariadne Jackson? Your daughter?"

Percy scrunched his eyebrows together, "I…have a daughter. You're joking."

Thalia sighed, "Could someone go get her?"

Hazel offered to and dragged Frank off with her.

"Who's the mom then?" Percy challenged.

"She died during childbirth," Bianca said slowly.

Percy frowned, "What was her name?"

"Um," Piper paused. "Her name was—"

"Piper," Bianca interrupted. She looked sad. "The…the doctor said that Percy should work on remembering things himself."

Percy nodded slowly. Hazel and Frank entered the room and Hazel was holing a bundle of pink blankets close to her chest. When she came towards Percy looked at the baby curiously. Hazel giggled, "Put out your arms, Percy."

Percy blushed and held out his arms. Hazel gently placed Olivia in his arms. She was sleeping soundly. "She's cute."

"She's cute?" Piper stammered. "She's beautiful Percy. And she's half you."

"How old is she?"

"Three weeks," Jason answered. "That's how long you've been in a coma."

Percy smiled slightly, "I'll take care of her…and I'll get my degree in a year. I can do it."

"Multitasking," Nico gave a thumbs-up as encouragement.

"But," Percy added, "I'll need help."

Jason grinned. "Well, Thalia's not doing much. I'm sure she has all the time in the world."

Thalia punched him in the arm.

Percy laughed loudly. A real laugh—one he felt like he hadn't had in a really long time.

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