Annabeth:

I scribbled down the name my real estate agent gave me and listened to the description.

It had been Percy's ex-wife's idea to buy the apartment when they got married. When they got divorced, she started renting a place in Westchester because her job was taking her there a lot during that time. So, the place went to him after the divorce, and he wanted out of it.

He put it on the market about two weeks ago, but he definitely didn't know how to handle it, making all of the calls go to me.

"Her name is Markalli Potter?"

"A family name. She's a single mom with an infant. Great references. Newly divorced. Good job, a reporter actually. Amazing credit, too. She's perfect," my real estate agent, Robin Miller, most definitely smiled that saleswoman-smile at her office. I didn't even have to see it to know that she was. That was just Robin for you.

She wasn't just a real estate agent to me. We met in high school, when she was head over heels for Percy for about four months our senior year, and, while we weren't friends, we were friendly. Of course, I hated her back then, but I was fine with her now, when she wasn't spending hours talking about Gucci, her favorite thing in the world. She had always been bubbly, even out of the office. I don't think she's been single since she was a little kid with how beautiful she is. Everyone loved her, even me sadly. There was nothing to hate, though many people searched for there to be. Well, she was actually really critical, but that was her line of work.

So, I figured if Robin said someone was perfect, they were angels.

"And she wants to rent?"

"That's what she told me. Her job takes her around a lot, and, while she thinks she'll be here, she can't be absolutely sure," Robin answered, and I scribbled that down in my notebook, too.

"Do you think Percy would take this offer?" Robin asked even though she knew I was actually going to be the one picking who went into the apartment.

"What's her offer?"

"I'll get with her for that."

"Alright, call me back tomorrow for it then, and I'll see if he'll take it," I looked back over at the computer screen. Malcolm took the day off to spend a day with his son, Kevin, because his wife had a cold. Last night, I babysat the little angel and learned that he turned into a devil spawn when the sun set.

Just like his dad did when he was a kid.

"Annabeth, also, she wants to meet you both before the deal goes through," Robin asked me as is I sent a message to my secretary that I needed to push up the meeting with the California business deal.

"She does? Why?"

"It's just one of those weird things renters do. Anyway, I'll call you in the morning," Robin answered as if just the thought bored her.

"Bye, Robin," I hung up the droid and looked back at the pad.

Markalli Potter.

I had never heard a name like that, and I'm related to a bunch of kid's whose dads were professors of some weird thing and were left to name them. (Chyna and Medea and Jerusalem?) I couldn't imagine someone naming their kid that, or anyone not changing their name from that. There was something about it-other than complete ridiculousness.

I was trying to make the connection when my phone rang.

A picture of Sarah at my sister's wedding was displayed on the screen, and I instantly picked it up.

"Can I go home with Carly today?"

It was her dad's week, which is why I was so caught off guard.

"Well, did you ask your dad? He's the one who's supposed to pick you up today?"

"Yeah, he said it was fine, but Carly's mom wanted me to make sure. So, can I go please?" Sarah asked, and I hesitated as Carly's mom and I were currently in the middle of a spat. Just as I thought she would, she freaked out when I told her about Percy and me getting back together, and it wasn't in a good way. She basically told me I was a slut, and she had the nerve to bring up how young I was when Sarah was born. I hadn't spoken to her in about two weeks now, which is huge if you know how many times a day she used to call.

"Uh… sure," I faked a smile, even though I knew she couldn't see me. The muffled sound of Sarah moving her lips away from the receiver and towards someone else came back.

"Carly's mom said she'd drop me off at Dad's tonight," Sarah answered giddily, which made me smile for real this time.

"Love you, Cutie," my eyes drifted down to me at my college graduation photo, and I almost cried, thinking about that dumbass mistake I made that year.

"Love you, too, Mom," Sarah responded, and my heart broke all over again.

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"We definitely need these," Percy debated, motioning towards a set of golf clubs.

"We already voted yes for two others. Why do we need a third set?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"I'm giving you five minutes to think of a better argument while I get a soda," I got up from the sofa, and Percy pouted, looking back down at the third set of golf clubs. I went straight to the kitchen, and I was a little surprised when I saw the only soda he kept here was a Japanese version of coke that happens to be blue. Shaking my head, I grabbed it and popped the top.

As I took the first sip and closed the refrigerator, someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," I set the drink down and went to the door, expecting it to be Sarah, but it definitely wasn't.

A petite woman with medium-length brown hair stood at the door, looking completely not-nervous. Her brown eyes reminded me of chocolate, and she seemed to be about 5'4. Her hair was straighter than I could have ever managed, and I felt something familiar about it.

"I'm Markalli Potter," she held out her thin hand.

"Oh," I smiled, looking like this was completely normal even though it was the farthest thing from that, "I'm Annabeth Chase. You're the renter, right?"

"You're Annabeth?"

"Yeah, do I know you from somewhere? You look really familiar, but I don't think I've ever met a Markalli," I asked.

"No, I've just heard about you. Actually, I go by Calli."

It hit me like a freight train who she was.

She looked a little different than she had in the wedding picture, but it was her. I hadn't realized how short she was either. But this was Percy's ex-wife. They just got an amazing photographer for the wedding.

I wasn't able to say anything, and Percy, probably getting worried, came behind me.

"Who is- ah!" Percy jumped back when he saw her.

"Is this the reason you wanted to change the locks?" I asked Percy, but Calli was the first to speak.

"So, you're the woman who put his kid up for adoption?"

"And you got knocked up with some guy from Westchester and told Percy he was the dad?"

"He told you."

"And he told you."

"I married him."

"And then you broke into his house."

"It was my house."

"Was."

"Calli," Percy interrupted the two of us, "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't Annabeth tell you? I'm renting the place," Calli smiled. Percy stared at me as if to say 'What the hell?'

"I didn't know who she was," I defended, "And the deal hasn't gone through."

"That's why I needed to talk to you, Percy. I didn't know you would be here," Calli's brown eyes narrowed as they looked at me.

"What do we need to talk about then?" Percy interjected before I could respond, which was a good idea I guess.

"Can we just come out in the hall, please?" Calli asked, glaring at me.

"Annabeth, how about you call Sarah? She should be here by now," Percy tried, and I looked between the two of them, not wanting to leave.

"Fine," I sighed as I went back into the door.

Percy:

I watched as Annabeth went back into the apartment, probably about to throw my golf clubs out the window. Then I looked at Calli. She was the same as the last time I had seen her except for wearing a different outfit. I came out of my apartment and closed the door behind me.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Why?"

"God, why do you stay with that? She's so…so…"

"Right?"

Calli stared at me with anger and crossed her arms.

"Listen, we're divorced. We don't have any kids, and there is no reason for us to ever have contact. Ever. So, why the hell do you keep coming around?" I asked, exasperated at that very fact.

I had spoken to a lot of divorced people when it went through.

Those with kids accepted their divorce and raised the kids.

Those without kids either became good friends or arch enemies.

After her getting impregnated with the man she was having an affair with, I was hoping for the arch enemies.

"Listen, this isn't about that," Calli looked down at the floor.

"What then?" I crossed my arms, remembering how I would have just tried to make her smile when she did that a few years ago.

"My job is bringing me back to the city, and I picked out this place. I painted the walls. I bought the furniture, and I wanted to raise our child here…" Calli paused before continuing, "And, even though that never happened, I still want to raise my child here. You're going to give it to someone anyway. Why not me?"

I stared at her like the answer was obvious.

"Because, you're my ex wife. You gave up this place, and you broke into it a few weeks ago!" I hissed.

"I did not break in!" Calli realized she was yelling and forced it to a whisper yell, "I had a key."

"Yeah, because I forgot to change the locks."

"Okay, okay, let's just get back to why I came here," Calli looked at me with her reasoning eyes, but I still stared at her with anger.

"This is really is my only option right now, and think of Amanda."

I almost wanted to hit her when she brought up her daughter. That was just playing dirty.

"I know you love her. I mean, she was yours for a while."

Three months.

"This is where she needs to be, and you know that. Please?"

XXXXX

"What?"

"Annabeth," I started.

"No way in hell," Annabeth cut me off.

"It's not like we'll see her a lot anyway. She'll just be renting the place," I tried again.

"You're kidding, right?" Annabeth crossed her arms and stared at me again.

"I mean, why shouldn't we?"

Annabeth looked at me as if assessing if I had completely lost my mind, which I was starting to think I had. I saw her point as it was the point I was trying to make about an hour ago. I still hated Calli for what she did, and I probably always would. But what was the point to keep it going? Hating her wasn't going to get her anywhere, and it sure as hell wouldn't do me any good.

"Why should we?" Annabeth asked, exasperated.

"Listen, I know how this looks and all," I took her hand, "But we won't see her often, and this is really the right thing to do."

Annabeth stared into my eyes, not sure if she should cave or not.

"Percy, she broke into your apartment."

"I know. I know, but this was the place that she wanted to raise her kid. And we're not going to be here anyway. What's the real problem with this?"

"Uh, I..." Annabeth started but trailed off, "Fine."

I kissed her, and she still seemed a little 'iffy' on her decision. But I didn't care.