This one-shot is only a year too late…But still, better late than never, right? So here's the Father's Day one-shot finally. This one is somewhat longer than the other.

It was well past eleven in the morning when Percy woke up that Sunday morning. He wasn't all that surprised to find that his wife wasn't in bed with him. Annabeth generally didn't stay in bed any later than eight thirty on weekends, a habit from the weekdays. And if he had to guess where she was, he would bet that she and Logan were on their morning jog that Annabeth insisted on to stay fit. Percy was more of an indoor, treadmill person, preferring to do his exercise in the comfort of his own home.

He got up lazily, throwing on a pair of gray sweatpants over his blue boxers and a wife-beater. Grabbing a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice from the kitchen, he finally found himself wide awake. Annabeth didn't normally take this long to take on her jog. He sent his wife a quick text: where r u?

And he didn't get any reply which was surprising considering Annabeth was pretty quick at responding. After staring blankly at his phone screen for a few more seconds, Percy found himself wandering into his office room. He turned on the Mac desktop, hoping to get a few things done before grabbing some lunch from the kitchen.

He had gotten through half a dozen emails from partners of Atlantic Industries when the door swung open, revealing a small boy of five.

"Dad!" the boy exclaimed in delight at the sight of his father, jumping into Percy's welcoming arms. Percy groaned under the weight, "Whoa buddy, you're growing quickly." He heard a small chuckle coming from the door where he saw Annabeth leaning against the door frame with a smirk on her face.

"Where were you two this morning?" he questioned his wife.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, "Our morning jog."

"It took a long time…" Percy's voice trailed off under Annabeth's look.

"We took a different route," Logan explained to his father. "Momma found a new park."

"Is that so?" he turned to face his son with an expression of curiosity. Poking him gently in the stomach, he asked, "Why didn't she reply to my text?"

Annabeth took out her phone, looking at it sheepishly, "Sorry, didn't look."

"Well, if this park is as good as you say it was, I wanna go one day."

"That reminds me dad…we're going to the amusement park today. Momma packed sandwiches so that we can have a small picnic beforehand!"

"Picnic? Sounds good. I'm starving," Percy let out a small laugh, patting his stomach to signal his hunger.

Annabeth took Logan from Percy, "C'mon Loge. We should get showered and change our clothes before we leave. Don't want to be too sweaty." Logan nodded his head vigorously in agreement.

One hour later found the small family in a small amusement park set up in the local park for the summer. Percy looked dubiously at the rusty metal that made up the rides. If he were to describe the park in one word, he would say "sketch." Nevertheless, Logan seemed to enjoy the prospect of spending the afternoon in the park with his parents.

Annabeth had set down a large blanket on the grass, putting out a paper bag (which apparently replaced baskets for picnics in the 21st century) on top of it. She began removing things from inside. Percy's mouth began to water at the sign of the fresh, succulent looking red watermelon. A bag of chips was followed by saran-wrapped sandwiches.

"What type are they?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Tuna!" Logan replied with the same eager tone.

"Oh," he replied, his face falling. Annabeth, noting this, spoke up, "Don't worry. I got your favorite egg salad too." He flashed his wife a thanking small, grabbing the sandwich labeled "egg."

He opened it eagerly, taking out the tomatoes and replacing them with chips. He always liked that satisfying crunch that only chips could provide to sandwiches. To go alongside that, he grabbed a can of Coke. Logan, being the good boy he was, took the watermelon and a bottle of water as a side, saving the chips and soda for later.

Percy took a big bite of his sandwich, speaking with his mouth full, causing food to spill, "Is there any dessert?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at her husband's messy eating habits, "There are cookies for later."

"Blllooo?" he continued with his full mouth

"Yes, blue."

Percy finally swallowed the first bite he had taken. But something was off. He quickly washed down the aftertaste with a large gulp from his can of Coke, emptying half of it. He made an involuntary face, an aftereffect of the sandwich.

He noticed Annabeth's curious glance, but he merely gave her a quick thumb's up before deliberately taking another bite of the sandwich. Albeit a smaller one. Maybe it wasn't actually the sandwich. But no. He fought the urge to spit out the awful taste currently in his mouth. He reopened the sandwich, groaning slightly when he saw what was missing.

"They forgot the mayo…"

"They?" Logan asked, already having finished half his tuna sandwich and now taking dainty bites from the watermelon.

"Yeah, the kitchen staff. You'd think they'd know how to make a decent egg salad," he grumbled.

"It wasn't the kitchen staff…" Logan said slowly.

"It was me," Annabeth finished quietly, her face fell slightly. "I thought it'd be a nice change, but I guess I was in a hurry to make them before the jog. We kind of got a little late."

Percy felt a deep pit in his stomach. Gods, he was a screw-up. He just had to go and make Annabeth feel awful on such a nice day. Him and his big mouth which he couldn't have just kept shut. Jumping to conclusions before even knowing anything. "Look, Annabeth," he began apologetically.

"Percy, don't worry about it. It was an honest mistake." And she really did seem like she meant it, but it didn't stop Percy from feeling awful about it. The remainder of the picnic passed quietly. The blue cookies, however, did perk up the two boys slightly. Logan, noticing something was a little off, didn't try to question anything.

Once lunch was cleared away, Logan grabbed both of his parents' hands, dragging them towards the gate.

Once inside, it was hard to tell which one was the father and which one the child. He, he being Percy, insisted on buying cotton candy for the entire family. Neither Annabeth nor Logan looked pleased after reading the sugar content, but it was only going to be a one-time experience as Percy put it.

"What's so special about cotton candy?" Annabeth questioned, waving hers in the air as she spoke. "You find them every other street in Manhattan."

"Yeah, but it's like part of the whole amusement park experience. Junk food!" And with that, he proceeded to buy elephant ears, the sugary, deep-fried doughy treat found in every good amusement park. Annabeth wrinkled her nose at the calorie content but didn't say anything. Logan tried a bit of each to appease his dad.

"So, when are we going on rides?" Percy asked his wife.

"We? Who we? You and Logan are, but I'm not much for rides. Plus, I'm skeptical about the structural integrity of those rides."

"Oh c'mon Wise Girl. They can't be that bad. Thousands of kids ride them every day."

"Exactly," she muttered under her breath.

"Fine, I won't push you. But Logan is going to come with me."

Logan seemed much more excited than his mother. While his personality was like that of his mother's, he had inherited his father's sense of spirit and adventure for often trying dangerous things, this including rides. "One condition," he prefaced his sentence, addressing his father, "I get to choose some too."

"Of course Loge!"

And so, Percy found himself atop a fake, white pony on a carousel ride ten minutes later. Logan insisted on starting out with the easier rides first. The up and down motion of the ride didn't really help keep the sandwich down. So when he came out of the ride, he stumbled around for a bit, the world seemingly spinning around him once he stepped foot on ground.

Next came the bumper cars, one of Percy's favorite excuses for driving rashly without anyone yelling at him. Except, that they did yell at him. Something about being an aggressive driver amongst a group of kids under the age of eight. They kicked him out.

The chairlift was never a particular favorite of Percy's with its tendency to go high in the air. But it was one of Logan's favorites. In retaliation, Percy chose to go on the Tilt-a-whirl. But if anything, he got the worse end of the deal. He came out of the ride looking particular pale green. He was slowly realizing that he was moving out of the age to be on rides.

The Red Baron was next. Again, Percy's wasn't sure on why his son liked rides that involved height, but he did have some fun maneuvering the controls of the little cockpit on the plane. Well, Logan did. Percy sat in an uncomfortably cramped little red plastic plane. His butt couldn't even fit on the seat, threatening to slide off every time. And don't even get him started on the leg space they provided for the pilot and co-pilot. At one point, he was tempted to stick his legs out the side. But the threat of being kicked out rang clear in his mind. So he suffered through silently.

Before moving on, they checked in with Annabeth. Percy also noticed that the day had gone by faster than he had previously thought. It was already past five and the sky beginning to darken as the sun set.

Percy got to pick next, settling for the good old fashioned roller coaster. He was surprised to find that his son enjoyed this one. The first that both had enjoyed. They sat in the front of the ride. Their arms up the entirety of the ride. The cart turned every which way, even upside down at certain loops. They decided that the picture of their face during the ride was worth buying (despite its exorbitant price) and worth framing in the living room.

Percy gave Logan rights to choose the last ride of the day before heading out. So, of course, Logan would choose the most god-awful ride in the entire park. The Ferris Wheel. As they stood in line, Percy looked up at the metal wheel contraption in the sky with some apprehension. It didn't particularly look sturdy or fun. He felt Logan tug his sleeve, urging him to move up in the line.

As they got closer, Percy broke out into sweat simply looking at the sheer immensity of the object in front of him. And finally, once inside the small, restraining cubicle, he had the urge to jump out eagerly. Were it not for the small boy's comforting hand and knowing look, Percy would have done so.

It took forever to get everyone loaded on, their own passenger cart going up slightly with every new entry into the ride. This wasn't so bad he thought to himself. It was slow enough, but then again, they weren't at the top yet.

But that's when all his feelings of comfort were thrown out the window. The ride hit full speed, still not too fast, but definitely terrifying. They had made a full rotation when Percy let out a breath of relief at being at the bottom again.

"Is this ride done yet?" he murmured under his breath.

"No!" Logan replied cheerfully, sticking his head out the window, thoroughly enjoying the ride, "They go three more times." Percy swore quietly under his breath, dragging his son back into the safety of the car.

The ride picked up pace as they went up till they reached the top. By the end of the third rotation, Percy had reached a compromise with his fate, just silently praying that the ride would be over soon. So, when the ride started its fourth and final rotation, he was secretly jumping inside with joy.

Well, that was before they got stuck at the top. Yes, his worst fears had come true. Being stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel. Not the very top, but close enough to feel the fear of height kick in. Not that it took much to freak Percy out. One foot above the ground was one foot too many for him.

And…it was freezing as the wind blew at the top with no wind obstructing it. He shivered tugging at his jacket to stay warm. He brought his son in closer, wrapping an arm around the younger boy. But Logan didn't seem too terrified about the situation.

A person's voice came over the PA system, "We're experiencing some technical difficulties. The ride should be up and running within the next fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes shouldn't be too bad, should it? His coffee break was restricted to fifteen minutes and that always passed by quickly. But who was he kidding. The next fifteen minutes would feel like hours, and he was right. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to peek down and see how far away they were from the ground.

Logan had pulled Percy's phone from his pocket, explaining the situation via text to his mother. He put his small hand into Percy's lager one, a sign of small comfort. Percy practiced what his Lifetime teacher used to say for relaxation. Small breaths, in and out. But it ended up in hyperventilation.

"Daddy?" came his son's small, unafraid voice, calling him daddy for the first time in years.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"It's going to be okay," he replied, his small head leaning against Percy's shoulder. "It'll be okay. Momma's down there waiting for us."

Percy felt bad. The situation should have been reversed. As the father, he was the one supposed to be comforting his son when he was scared, not the other way around. This day was just getting worse and worse by the minute. Percy nodded, not really wanting to open his mouth.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, Logan occasionally breaking the silence with some small talk and with enough sense not to ask his father any questions. He ended up hugging his father. Percy who had one hand firmly grasping one of the bars on the car had his other hand strongly holding on to his son, bringing him as close as possible.

"Can't breathe," came a choked whisper.

"Sorry," Percy let out an airy chuckle, releasing his son a little from his grasp. And they sat for what seemed more than fifteen minutes, Logan dozing off on his father's chest.

And just as abruptly as it had turned off, the ride came back on with the creaking noise in the background, the lights slowly relighting the way. The actual ride started moving slowly. Percy held his breath until he was safely on the ground once more. He stepped off, feeling a bit disoriented, but Annabeth there to steady him with worry on her face.

"Are you—"

Percy waved her concerns aside, "I'm fine. I'm fine."

Annabeth simply nodded, picking up their tired son from her husband's grasp. The two walked hand in hand.

"Do you want to go out somewhere to eat or…?" Annabeth questioned, still a little apprehensive.

"Let's get some take-out. We can hang out at the dock tonight." Annabeth nodded in agreement.

One hour later, with a carry out bag of Don Pablos, Percy found himself on his dock with his family splitting fajitas. Logan had woken up to the smell of fresh salsa and guac. He had been eager to make his fajita, all signs of sleep having disappeared from his face.

Percy's pants were rolled up as his legs lazily dangled from the edge of the dock, skimming the surface of the water. It was refreshing after such a stressful day. The sun now gone, the air was nice and chill.

The small family managed to chow down the tacos within minutes.

Logan then spoke up, handing Percy a piece of paper. The latter looked uncomprehendingly. Logan gestured for him to open the paper which he did.

"Happy Father's Day!" the other two chorused. That was right. He had completely forgotten about the day. He pulled his son and wife in for a big group hug, planting a kiss on both their heads.

"Thank you," he whispered, putting all his feelings into those two simple words.

"Look at the card!" Logan insisted.

Percy looked at closer this time, noting his son's talent for drawing which he had inherited from his mother. There were four figures in the drawing. The entire family: him, Annabeth, Logan, and…?

"Loge, who's the last guy?" Annabeth questioned out loud, asking what Percy was wondering.

Logan looked abashed, hiding his face in his mother's arm, refusing to answer.

"Logan, come on buddy," the two pleaded with their son.

Logan simply shook his head, too embarrassed to say what was on his mind, "No."

"Logan…" Annabeth tried to pry his face off her arm.

Percy put the piece of paper off to the side, using both his arms to grab his son by the waist. He began tickling the boy incessantly till he was giggling and clutching his sides. "Stop it," he squealed.

"Not till you tell us," Annabeth helped double team.

"All right, all right, I will. Just please stop tickling me."

"Speak up."

He looked at the lake, not wanting to say it directly to either of his parents, "I wanted a little sibling…to play with it."

"Oh," came the surprised voice from his left. Though no one could see in the dark, Annabeth blushed a deep red. Percy, on the other hand, didn't say anything. He pulled in Logan closer, whispering in his ear, "We'll think about it." And with a grin on his face, he picked up the boy, placing him on his shoulders. "Now, let's get to bed."

So, this one was about a thousand words longer than the first half of the one-shot. I hope it kind of makes up for the one year long wait. Hopefully. This story is finally done, so no need to follow. But anywho, please review/favorite. Your feedback would mean a lot.

Until next time,

~TJ

Virtual blue cookies and shout-outs to those who review.

EDIT: I don't think some people understand, but when I said there will be no third chapter, I meant that there will be no third chapter. It's a two shot for Mother's Day and Father's Day. America has no other days, so no need to make disparaging/rude remarks because you don't understand what a two-shot means.