ATHENA'S POV:

I stared out at the beautiful morning. The sun was high, and the glittering streets of Olympus shone. I had to admit that Annabeth did an amazing job, but she was my daughter after all. Not all of the Olympians were here yet, but I didn't mind Aphrodite not being here. Zeus obviously didn't feel the same way as he was drumming his fingers on his thrown. None of us were happy to be here so early in the morning, but we were here.

I let the peaceful moment set in as I sipped at my cup of Jasmine tea and looked down at the tablet telling me about the stock market this morning.

And just like that, the moment was ruined.

Aphrodite's giddy yells started to give me a migraine. When she made it in, she was quite the sight. Her blonde hair was up in rollers, and she was wearing a hot pink robe with a princess crown on the back. Her blue eyes were ecstatic. She panted with having to run from her mansion straight here in plush slippers.

"You will never believe this!" Aphrodite reminded me of those sorority girls I saw when visiting my latest boyfriend, Samuel. I had plans to meet him to discuss Ancient Greek Society, which he was a professor of at Brown, after lunch. I hadn't seen him in quite some time, and I was looking forward to seeing him. But these meetings usually take hours, and an Aphrodite with news makes it longer.

"She knows she's in a bathrobe, right?" Apollo whispered in my ear, taking a break from his morning Mojito, and his breath was heavy with alcohol. I had to admit that he was… What's the word everyone saying now? Hot? Either way, he was that. His cool blue eyes made him seem sweet, not a self-obsessed womanizer. His sandy blonde hair looked perfect, and his tan skin shone in the morning light. He was dressed in a professional suit, making him even more appealing to me. Of course, eons together had made us like siblings. So, I ignored those thoughts.

Aphrodite glared at him.

"What? I have no problem with it. Wear Bathrobes to all of the meetings. Maybe even less. I'd actually be content with it," Apollo smiled that womanizing smile, and Aphrodite snapped her perfectly manicured hand, transforming herself.

Her blonde curls cascaded down her back. The blue Greek robes reminded me of the Caribbean sea's water, making her blue eyes shine even brighter. Her make-up was perfect, of course, and her perfect shade of pink lips formed a pout as if to say that she was pissed with Apollo. He simply sipped at his drink, not caring. He's slept with her enough times to be bored.

"What is it this time? Your closet is last season or something?" Hera asked tiredly. She looked down at her manicure as if to say that the Queen of the Gods had better things to do than this, which she really didn't. Her brown hair was in the usual up-do, and I wanted to punch her, as usual. Her high cheekbones made her amber eyes seem even more cruel, which I thought was impossible. She was wearing her usual robes while most of us were wearing human clothes. I almost cried with joy that I had no mother instead of being stuck with Hera to thank for my existence. I would rather spend eternity shopping on Melrose with Aphrodite than call Hera "Mother".

"We shall not speak of such things!" Aphrodite crossed her heart.

"I wish. I'm behind on deliveries because of all those personal shoppers sending stuff that she has in the human world," Hermes mumbled, and Aphrodite glared at him before turning her attention to Ares as if to scream "Defend me, you ass!" Ares, being Ares, didnt.

"When's my grenade launcher getting here? It's a week late," Ares crossed his muscled arms and Aphrodite huffed as if to say "You just screwed up your chances of getting lucky…"

"Oh come on. Let Aphrodite spread her news," Hephaestus smiled, and Aphrodite beamed. I knew that, while Ares's chances of getting laid were slim, Hephaestus had a fighting chance.

"Yeah, go ahead, Aphrodite," Poseidon told her half-heartedly as he flipped through a fishing magazine.

My nose crinkled in disgust.

He was so much like his son.

For years, I hated his son because of his father. But, now, I hated his father because of his son.

Perseus Jackson was an ass who deserved to rot in the underworld. I was proud of my daughter for ignoring him and only being around him because of their daughter.

"Okay, so, I was watching the human world like I always do when I'm painting my nails-"

Apollo stifled a yawn and downed his drink, snapping his fingers for another.

"And I was just looking through the channels when I found a couple got back together!"

"How is this news?" Artemis crossed her arms over a silver dress. Aphrodite narrowed her eyes at Artemis.

"Because," Aprhodite looked away from Artemis and too the rest of us, "it was the couple!"

"Still not following," Apollo piped up.

"Who is 'the couple'?" Zeus asked, getting interested in this for the first time.

"Ugh," Aphrodite rolled her eyes as if she was dealing with idiots, "It's the couple, Silly. Who is my favorite couple of all time?"

"William and Kate?"

"Paris and Helen?"

"Brad and Angelina?"

Aphrodite crossed her arms, annoyed.

"No, Kate ignored my suggestion for her wedding gown. Helen turned into a bitch. And Brad and Angelina had way too many kids," Aphrodite rolled her eyes.

"Just tell us, Aphrodite," I begged, exasperated, taking a sip of my tea.

Her blue eyes became cruel, and I felt my heart stop when I heard the three words I didn't want to hear most in the world.

"Percy. And. Annabeth."

I began to cough up Jasmine tea, making Apollo shift as not to get anything on his new Armani suit. While I missed him, I got it all over my jeans and tablet. The hot liquid burned my skin, and I knew that I got a stain that wouldn't come out on my new white blouse. I didn't care though. Only three words could register in my mind.

What the hell?

Annabeth:

"Good morning," Percy kissed the top of my head and pulled himself up to sit on the countertop. It was Sunday, two days after we got back together. Sarah was fine with it of course, and Percy spent the weekend over here. Percy would be going home this afternoon. I didn't know how Sarah-or I could- could handle him leaving after we got used to this. I wanted to move in with him, but I also didn't want to rush anything. I didn't want to lose him again.

"Hey," I smiled at him as I pressed the start button on the coffee machine. Sarah was still asleep, and she would probably stay asleep for hours. I turned my attention back to her father, who was smiling.

"Why are you so happy?" I smiled, and Percy simply shrugged.

"Because I can be," he got down from the countertop and just walked around. I tried to focus on how it was now a family tradition to make bacon on Sunday morning, and I'm just going to go ahead and tell you that I suck at it. And I don't mean maybe burn the bacon. I mean, Sarah comes down stairs with a fire extinguisher and watches me make it in case it catches on fire.

"Uh-huh," I crossed my arms over a Harvard sweatshirt. I was still in my pajamas while Percy was completely dress. The worst part was that it took just about the same time for me to get out of bed for him to be all dressed.

Percy just looked at me like I was insane.

"Is it so wrong for a guy to be happy?" Percy smiled as he crossed his arms.

"No, I'm just wondering when I'll get time to go back over the ground rules," I shrugged.

"Ground rules?"

"You know, the things we just need to know about each other before the relationship starts up seriously again," I answered.

"Like?" Percy continued to knit his eyebrows. I guess he had never had this talk before. Calli probably didn't do it, and Percy learned my rules after four years of friendship. So this was new, but I had given every boyfriend- and even just friends- this.

"Like even when I'm wrong I'm right, and never, ever- and I do mean ever-mention seven years ago," I let the look in my eyes tell him that I was completely serious. Percy nodded.

"Do I get rules?"

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"Okay, once a year, I get to point out that when you're wrong that you're wrong. And , when Sarah is older, I never, ever- and I do mean ever- have to pick up tampons. Ever," the look in Percy's eyes told me he was serious, too.

"Deal," I nodded, trying to picture him doing it in the first place, which was almost impossible for me. I mean, it's so simple, but I just can't imagine Percy doing it.

"You do know you just screwed up, right?" I smiled.

"How?" Percy looked at me skeptically.

"You said when Sarah was older. What about now?" I smirked with my arms crossed.

"Oh damn it," Percy's pretty face fell.

"Don't worry. I won't use this piece of information unless I get really pissed, Seaweed Brain," I smiled, happy to know that I had the upper-hand in this relationship just like I did years ago.

"Considering that sentence ended with 'Seaweed Brain', I'm screwed," Percy smiled even though I knew that he wanted to bang his head on a wall or something.

"That's right."

"Shut up," Percy walked closer to me, and, before I knew what was going on, he kissed me.

"What the hell?"

I looked up at saw a sight I didn't want to ever see again.

Athena was wearing a stained white blouse (Jasmine tea or Coffee or something?) and a pair of jeans. Her brown hair was pulled into a side braid, making her grey eyes seem even brighter. Those eyes were cold and bitter, sending chills down my spine. I don't think I had seen her so angry in years.

Beside her was even more shocking.

Poseidon, who looked just like Percy, was standing there. His green eyes were angry, too, and I swallowed nervously.

Oh damn it.

"Annabeth, you're a smart girl, but you're being an idiot about this little ass-"

"What do you mean Annabeth is being the idiot? She took his daughter away from him," Poseidon cut Athena off.

"Percy got her pregnant when they were too young, and he asked too much of her," Athena turned to where she was facing Poseidon.

"I know you're a virgin goddess, but-"

"Oh, and you are just an expert at that, aren't you, Poseidon?"

"Why you-"Poseidon's anger began to flare

"Guys," I cut in, not wanting my kitchen to become a godly war zone.

Their attention turned back to me- and Percy who was beside me- and I found that I preferred my kitchen being destroyed than their cold glares.

"We had to hear from Aphrodite, Annabeth. Aphrodite! The look on that little bitch's face!" Athena ranted.

"Percy, you're married," Poseidon's eyes were soft and disappointed.

"He's married!"

"Divorced," I quickly reassured them. Athena still glared at Percy though.

"It was so humiliating! How could you do this to me, Annabeth?" Athena asked, and I tried not to quickly retort. She didn't know the half of being humiliated.

Being humiliated was hearing bullies say "You're mom left because you're a loser, Egghead". Then it got worse when boys came into the picture. "You're mom left you. Why would he want you when even she didn't?"

It's not like she was 'Mommy', and I didn't expect her to be. But I felt like I was her daughter when it was convenient, which is not something a hormonal teenager needs to feel.

I almost felt smug satisfaction about this moment.

Almost.

"Well, it wasn't too long ago, and we wanted to work things out before we told you," I tried, but she didn't go for it.

"Aphrodite, Annabeth! Aphrodite!"

"How can you do this? I mean, Annabeth took your daughter, Percy," Poseidon tried, and Athena glared at him.

"Oh you think Percy is the innocent party in this situation?" her arms were crossed, and her eyebrow was cocked.

"Well it's certainly not Annabeth!"

"Oh and why not?"

"Percy, we have to stop this," I whispered to Percy, and he nodded. I knew he didn't have a plan, which was a new one, and the worst part was that I didn't either. There was nothing we could do. All we could do would be watching in horror as the scene unfolds, which is not something Annabeth does.

Ever.

I summed up all of my courage and went to stand in front of them, dragging Percy behind me of course. I wasn't going to do this alone. It was our burden, not just mine.

"Whoever the guilty party is," Athena grit her teeth before turning her attention to us, "The fact is that it happened. So, why are you doing this again?"

I knew she wouldn't understand it if I said love, but it was true. I was doing this because I loved him. That was why all of this was going on. I loved him more than anything in the world, other than Sarah of course. They were the only things I needed in life, but Athena wouldn't understand that.

She could love, sure, but they were all humans. She knew it wouldn't work. The only man I know she has loved was my father. She gets over all the other guys, and she hadn't gotten over him. But she let him go. She left him with a daughter and watched as he got married and started his own family with her. Athena wouldn't get it when I explained how much I loved Percy. Sure, he did get married, but I wouldn't have let it happen if I had known.

"These are our lives, not yours."

It was the only thing I could come up with, and I knew it didn't go well. I began to tune out the conversation Percy was having with his father. I knew that Poseidon secretly liked me. He thought I was good for Percy, which I was. I was really the reason he was alive, and he was the same for me. Poseidon would get over the 'Sarah' thing eventually, but Athena wouldn't.

"I am your mother. You're alive because of me," Athena's voice was cruel and reminded me of Hera, which was a scary thought.

"What?"

The voice I heard after that was much worse than when I heard Athena earlier.

Sarah.

We all turned our attention to where she stood at the top of the stairs, staring at us.

"You're my grandparents?"

Percy and I looked at each other for a moment.

I knew that this was the time to tell her about my mother and his father, but I wasn't sure if now was the time for the god thing.

Was she too young?

But she would figure something out. Athena looked younger than me, and she often talked of her Greek god past. Athena would never age, and Sarah was a smart girl, especially considering I just knew Poseidon would slip up one day and bring it up one day.

Athena nor Poseidon spoke, and Percy couldn't speak. So, it wasn't a question of would.

I simply nodded, and Sarah didn't move.

"Who's Aphrodite?"

I looked at Athena, my eyes begging her for her wisdom. I knew she wouldn't dare do anything bad in front of Sarah. Not even as an accident. Steven wasn't even two months old, and Athena was sure to be extra careful about her godly-ness around him.

Athena's eyes told me that she would comply to my wishes, but we would have this conversation later.

I stole a glance at Poseidon for a moment before turning my attention back to Sarah. Now, I knew at that moment that, even if he didn't want to, he had completely forgiven me. I could have pulled a 'Luke' and he still would have forgiven me just by looking at his little granddaughter. I was sure he had some before but not in many years. And he definitely hadn't had a granddaughter who was Athena's granddaughter, too. Plus, Percy had always been his favorite child, even though I had no clue why. A child of his child must be a Poseidon dream come true.

"Sarah," Athena's voice was calm and powerful, which was the same tone she used on me my entire life, "we need to talk."