"Percy!" Annabeth called to her husband, "Get the boys ready for dinner and I'll get your suit laid out!" "All right Annabeth, I'll be right on that." Annabeth sighed as she wobbled to her and her husband's room, her big pregnant belly causing her to pant as she collected his formal wear. 8 and a half months pregnant, and yet she still had to attend the gods yearly ball. Uhh, she groaned as she thought about their last experience at the ball, their then two year old son Jake ran screaming across the room as his older brother chased him with his fathers sword riptide. Yet even after that her mother and Percy's father were insistent that they come, so that the god and goddess could see their "First grandchildren in ages". So that left poor Annabeth struggling to get her boys dressed and ready for the ball, with her enormous pregnant belly.

"Annabeth!"

The voice startled her, what had he done now?

"What?"

"Luke ripped his suit!"

And it begins, she thought with a sigh as she trudged across the room and down the stairs.