Percy,

"You guys be good," Annabeth kissed the top of Sarah's head, but she looked at me seriously, telling me that she was serious about the good part.

"Got it, Mommy," Sarah smiled wide, and Annabeth smiled that Mom Smile she did so well.

"I'll be back soon," Annabeth nodded towards the both of us but still didn't leave.

Annabeth's half-sister, whose wedding we went to recently, needed her, something about the miracle that she was pregnant when she had been told she would never have a baby. Annabeth didn't really know when she was coming back, she just knew that she had to go and see her little sister.

"We'll be fine, Annabeth."

"Which brand of air freshener is Sarah allergic to?" Annabeth crossed her arms, and I stumbled.

"Febreze," I finally answered.

"Febreze what?"

I bit my lip and tried to think.

"Water," Sarah nudged me.

"Ocean air."

Annabeth still didn't seem satisfied, though I had named the correct thing. I guess it had to do with the fact that Sarah had to help me along…

"I'll have Sally come by," Annabeth nodded.

"That's a good idea," I nodded, suddenly realizing that I didn't know which medicine I should give her if I do accidentally spray Ocean Air in here.

"Love you, Sweetie," Annabeth kissed the top of Sarah's head and kissed my cheek, "Love you, too."

"Love you, too, Annabeth. Tell Kierra congratulations," I smiled at her, and she smiled one last time before finally doing what she said she'd do and left.

I could sense that my daughter was a little worried. I mean, I had taken care of her for a long time. But it had been a long time since that, and I still had to occasionally call Annabeth to ask her things about Sarah. I just wasn't good at it, raising a kid, like Annabeth was. I was a good dad and everything, but I couldn't take on the mom role to really be able to parent Sarah alone.

Sarah looked up at me, as if deciding if she should call Sally immediately or not.

"It'll be fine, Kiddo."

"You forgot what I was allergic to."

"I did not. The name escaped me for one moment. I would have thought of it on my own, Sarah. Eventually."

"Eventually?"

"Eventually."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, as if that answered everything, and I just ruffled her hair.

"Will ice cream make it better?"

"I don't know. Am I allergic to it?"

"Funny," I went back to the kitchen to get her favorite, Cookies and Cream, out of the freezer.

XXXXXXX

I woke up to someone shaking me awake.

"I'll get up later, Annabeth," I groggily pleaded.

"Daddy."

I opened my eyes to see a little six year old girl standing beside my bed.

"Sarah," I sat up and looked at her, "What is it?"

"I can't sleep."

"Oh," I rubbed at my eyes, and Sarah paused.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"A movie?"

"A movie," Sarah nodded, and I admit that I waited a moment. The offer of going back to sleep was almost impossible to resist, but the idea of getting quality time with my daughter, and proving that I was too a good dad, was the only thing that beat it out.

"Sure, what movie?"

Sarah smiled, and I followed her down stairs, bringing a blanket along with me because Sarah always needed a blanket when she watched movies. After ten minutes of trying, she finally convinced me to watch Cinderella 3.

By the way, I didn't even know that there was a Cinderella 2, much less 3.

When she settled in on the couch and pressed play, I got up and decided to get the ice cream from the freezer, what was left of it anyway. I ignored the "Sugar in Moderation" rule Annabeth had made and decided to go through with being the Fun Parent, and I simply stuck two spoons in the carton. And I wish Annabeth could have seen how wide Sarah's smile was.

"Thanks, Dad," she snuggled up close to me and took a spoonful of Cookies and Cream.

I was almost asleep when Sarah spoke up.

"Do you love Mommy like the Prince loves Cinderella?"

I smiled to myself as I replied.

"Even more, Cutie," I took another spoonful of ice cream.

Sarah paused again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Sarah?" I smiled down at my daughter.

"Are you happy?" Sarah abandoned the ice cream and looked up at me.

"What do you mean, Sarah?" I asked, and Sarah hesitated.

"Are you happy? With us? With this family? Do you ever wish you could go back, before I came to live with you?"

I stared at my daughter in disbelief.

Sarah was a very bright girl, it was only natural with her mother's side of the family. But I had never expected her to be this bright, to say this to me. I guess I should have known that my daughter would one day asked me something like this, but I had it to the back of my mind, seeing that that day wasn't today.

I couldn't help but think about Sarah's question

My life had never been great really, but it came with the territory of being the son of the sea god and everything. I guess I should have been happy before though. I had a job I loved with a comfortable life, and my wife was great (Well, she could be worse). I had everything in a row, for the first and only time in my life.

But I don't think I was happy.

Other than the fact that my wife was secretly evil, I was forever thinking about Annabeth, about that baby I never got to meet. That's why I wanted me and Calli to have a baby so much, I wanted to make up for my mistakes with Annabeth.

"Sarah," I almost cried as I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, "I love you so much. So much that I can't imagine living life without you, much less wish it. And this family…" I trialed off.

Sarah urged me on with her big grey eyes.

"This family is everything to me, I never want to let it go. And," I paused, realizing this wasn't how I wanted to tell her, but I needed to now, "I'm going to make us a family."

"Make us a family?" Sarah knit her eyebrows in confusion, and I smiled.

I couldn't help but hold a dramatic pause, especially with that look of "Speak up already!" in Sarah's eyes. It was just in my blood to wait before explaining what I meant, even if that meant my daughter was thinking of ways to torture it out of me.

"Next week, we are going to adopt you. And then… and then, I'm going to propose to your mom."

Sarah sat up straighter and looked at me.

"Propose?"

I nodded, glad to see how happy she looked about it.

"Yeah, Sarah. Propose."

"When?" Sarah continued, not giving up just yet, "Where? How?"

"Well, I was going to propose this weekend, but Mommy's out of town."

"What now?"

"Well, I'm still working that out, Sarah. But it won't be long, I promise you that."

Sarah smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you, too, Sarah," I kissed the side of Sarah's head.

Annabeth,

I hugged my sister goodbye and looked at her.

It was hard to think that my little sister, who had been that little eight year old girl hiding in the corner of the Athena cabin was going to have her own baby. It was hard enough to know that she wasn't that little girl, that she was married and all grown up.

I still saw her like that little girl, like Sarah. I remembered her with her curly hair looking wild and her big brown eyes looking as sweet as Hersey's chocolate. I saw her as that little kid who I read bedtime stories to at night and who couldn't sleep without her favorite American Girl doll, Reilly.

I had never seen Kierra smile like she smiled now. She was a cute kid, always smiling. But this smile was so pure, so bright, that not even that immense grin on her face as she married George could even be held to it. Kierra never thought she would become a mother, she would told it would be an act of God really.

"Tell Sarah her Aunt Kierra said hello, and tell Percy that it's time to get started," she poked my stomach, "So that my little kid can have a cousin their age."

"How does it feel? With this little baby?" I smiled, ignoring the other baby comment for now.

"You were pregnant, you know, Annabeth," Kierra smiled.

"I meant not being too young to enjoy it. And being married, too."

"Did you just call me old?" Kierra crossed her arms decidedly but her radiant smile gave her away.

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

Kierra playfully shoved me.

"Just remember, you're my older sister," Kierra playfully shoved me, and I smiled to myself.

"Thanks for rubbing it in."

"But I was serious about the baby. I want there to be another baby for my kid to be cousins with, not just Malcolm's kid. Pretty, pretty please," Kierra clasped her hands and begged.

"It wouldn't be a stretch for Percy," I admitted, "He's basically obsessed with babies."

"Why not go for it?" Kierra crossed her arms and shrugged.

"Well, Sarah, I guess."

"You think she wouldn't love a sibling? Do we know different Sarah's or something?"

"No, I mean about keeping another baby but not her. That's not really fair, is it?"

"Sarah's forgiven you for that, Annabeth."

I looked away, and Kierra guessed spot on what my problem was.

"You haven't forgiven yourself, have you?"

I paused, not ready to answer that question.

"I better go, okay, Kierra. Love you," I kissed her cheek and headed back towards the car.

"Love you, too, Annabeth!"

XXXXXX

"Do you think Sarah's okay?" I sat down on the bed while Percy continued to search the room for his cell phone for the alarm in the morning.

My little sister had been so happy to announce that she was pregnant that I had become a little jealous. I wished I could have been that happy when I found out I was pregnant with Sarah. Instead, I broke up with the father, and love of my life, and put the beautiful baby girl up for adoption.

Both are my two biggest regrets.

I had gotten home this afternoon after spending two days with my sister, and I had to admit that I missed home. I missed my busy city and my family waiting inside of it, and the only thing that hadn't made me smile as I drove home was the realization that Percy would brag about not giving Sarah an allergic reaction.

"She's fine," Percy shrugged, and Percy fiddled with his phone before plugging it into the wall, "Why do you ask?"

"She always wants to sleep in our bed once one of us has been away, and she's already asleep in her room. Isn't that odd?" I hugged my knees and continued to look at Percy.

"Not really. She's been really tired," Percy told me as he sat down on the bed beside me.

"Hmm," I continued.

"Annabeth, she's fine," Percy kissed my neck.

I didn't move, still thinking.

"She's six years old," Percy kissed up higher on my neck, "Six year olds get tired, believe it or not."

"I know."

"Then stop obsessing over it."

"I'm not obsessing, Percy."

"Yes," Percy kissed my chin, "You are."

"I'm a mom, it's my job. She's my kid."

"Our kid, Annie," Percy kissed me on the lips this time, and that woke up me up from my trance of worrying for Sarah.

Next one is Percy proposing!