Alrighty, this is my second update this week, and I feel like this story is much better than the last I made. This one will feature the birth, since I'm extremely excited about writing about this new family. I'm glad those who have read this enjoy it so far, and I hope you continue to enjoy this,

(Percy's P.O.V.)

I was being screamed at. Again. Annabeth had been going through a moody stage since she was 5 days overdue. Right now she was blaming me for making her fat, even though she hadn't gotten much bigger, and that after the baby was born she was going to kill me. I just sat at my desk, back turned as I graded papers. She was very animated when she yelled at me, and her words were very colorful. Thalia was standing in the doorway and made the mistake of snorting. Annabeth turned quickly, starting to yell at her. I sighed and then put the papers into my bag,

"You ungrateful bit…" Annabeth was yelling, but I cut her off.

"Annabeth. Enough," I said rubbing my tired eyes.

She turned on me, eyes dangerously narrowed, "Don't you dare Percy Jackson. You did this to me, and I swear to gods you will pay."

I motioned for Thalia to leave, and she shut the door, probably going back to play MW3. I stood up and grabbed Annabeth's arms, pulling her close to me. She pounded my chest a few times, and then gave up slumping against my chest. I sighed relieved she had calmed down.

"I'm sorry he hasn't come yet. You know I want him to, but you need to calm down. It's not our fault," I said giving her a kiss on her forehead for effect.

"I know. I'm sorry," She said and then burst into tears.

"Hey, hey," I say tilting her chin up. "Stop. It's alright," I say, rubbing small circles on her back. I give her a small peck on the lips, and then sigh. "How about we get some rest? You look exhausted and it's almost 11:00 p.m."

She nods slightly, and she pulled away from me, going to her side of the bed. I strip my shirt off, and change into pajama pants, and then crawl under the blankets. I am about to fall asleep when I feel Annabeth shifting besides me. I look over, eyes drooping. She's out from under the blankets and lying on her back, hands on her stomach.

"What's wrong?" I ask, now lying on my side so I'm facing her.

"Braxton Hick's contractions. I've been having them for a while now. They've been making it difficult to sleep," She says closing her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, my protectiveness showing.

"You had work, me and preparing to deal with. You didn't need another thing to worry about."

"Alright. Wake me up if you have another one," I say and then pass out, now lying on my stomach.

(3 hours and 27 minutes later.)

I felt a hand hit my chest. Hard.

"Percy," I heard Annabeth, hiss/groan.

"Hmmm, yeah?" I ask still half asleep.

"Get up, your son is coming," She said, with a small groan at the end of the sentence.

"Yeah, sure," I say, and then I realize what she had said. My eyes fly open. I quickly get up and throw some random clothes on. I help Annabeth up, and she's clutching her stomach.

"Thalia," I shout, extremely loud. "Baby's coming!"

I hear loud crashing, and some faint swearing. Thalia comes into the doorway, and is dressed in sweat pants and her world famous Death To Barbie t-shirt. Her hair wasn't spiked, and she wore no makeup. She helped Annabeth to the door, while I grabbed the overnight bag we has for both us and the baby. I grabbed my phone and keys and then ran to the door. We helped Annabeth to the car and then I raced to the hospital, calling everyone. Grover, Juniper, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, the Stolls, Katie and my mom and Paul could make it.

We finally reached the hospital, and our doctor and nurse take Annabeth to a room, and make her change into a hospital gown. Her face is pale, and sweat beads her brow.

"Gods get this thing out of me," She groans, getting set up on the bed.

"That thing is our son," I say with a small chuckle, grabbing her hand. She glares at me, and then groans, turning my hand a faint shade of purple, as she squeezes it. I feel her nails dig into my skin and I make a pained face.

"We have to wait until your dilated a few more centimeters, but then you'll be ready the push," The doctor says, writing something down on her clipboard. "Would you like an epidural?"

"No this is going to be," Annabeth says, and then another contraction strikes and she breathes heavily finishing her sentence, "A natural child birth."

"Alrighty. I'll be right back hun," She says and then leaves the room.

I look at Annabeth and push some hair behind her ear. She looks at me, and I was scared she was going to choke me out then and there.

"We are not having more kids, so get any funny ideas out of your head right now," She hissed, her eyes boring into mine.

I hold back a laugh, trying to keep my face serious, "Whatever you say Wise Girl."

She opened her mouth to say something, but instead cut the circulation off to my hand. The doctor came back in, and smiled at Annabeth.

"How are you doing Annabeth?"

"How do you think I'm doing you hag?" Annabeth groaned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Oh I've been called worse believe me," The doctor said with a chuckle, "Only a bit longer and you'll be ready to push."

(2 or so hours later.)

"Annabeth screaming is not going to get this baby out," I said, looking into her furious eyes.

"You try pushing this thing out of you Perseus Jackson," She said, letting out another shriek.

I sighed a bit, and kissed her hand, that was cutting the circulation off to mine. The doctor looked up, with a satisfied look on her face.

"We can see the head, a few more big pushes and he'll be out," She said fixing the gloves on her hands.

"Okay," Annabeth breathed, and pushed when she was directed.

Soon a small cry could be heard, and Annabeth sighed, obviously relieved.

"Give us a moment to check all his vitals, and we'll be right back," The nurse said kindly.

I could feel my eyes watering a bit, as I caught a glimpse of our son. I leaned down and hugged Annabeth around her mid torso.

"I knew you could do it," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, my cheek pressed against hers. I pulled back and then kissed her, long and sweetly.

I stared into her eyes, my love for her reflected back at me, and a smile played at the corners of her lips.

"We're a family now Seaweed Brain," She said, and then we heard the door open. I turned, and Annabeth looked at the door.

A small blue bundle was being held in the nurse's arms, and you could hear small gurgling noises.

"He's perfectly healthy, and weighs five pounds and 4 ounces," She said with a smile handing him to Annabeth.

Annabeth takes him, gently and touches her index finger to his small, soft face. His eyes are closed, and he yawns, showing his toothless mouth.

"I'm positive my heart just melted," Annabeth whispered.

"You and me both," I said, watching the two with a smile, "Oh I almost forgot," I say and then grab something from the diaper bag. I take his hat off gently and replace it with one that Grover got him. It's a small Rasta beanie and he grabs my finger as I go to pull my hand away.

"How about you get changed and cleaned up," I say looking at Annabeth, "I'll go introduce the new addition," I say and take him gently from Annabeth when she hands him to me.

I hold him gently against my chest and then walk out to the waiting room, seeing everyone get up when they see me. My mom runs over to me and covers her mouth, her eyes watering.

"My first grandchild," She said with a smile.

"And your last according to Annabeth," I said with a smile, and looked back down at my son.

"Oh she'll change her mind," She says, as the others come to join us, "His name?"

"Annabeth and I had trouble deciding…. But we named him after two people who gave their lives to save us. If it weren't for them this wouldn't be possible. His name is Lucas Charles Jackson."

Those who knew who they were smiled, and Thalia wiped her eyes, remembering her lost friends.

(4 days later.)

"Percy, where's the diaper bag?" Annabeth shouted looking around for it.

"In the closet under the shoe rack," I shouted back, changing a crying Luke, "Why are you being such a grumpy old man huh?" I ask looking at him as I pull out another diaper.

Luke stares up at me, his sea green eyes taking on that confused look mine get. I finish changing him and I pick him up, then go over to the dresser.

"What should we wear today huh bud?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the forehead. I rummage through the dresser drawers, and grab an onesie. I put that on him real quick, and then strap him into his carrier, pulling the shade down over him. I pick it up and then go out to find Annabeth, and when I find her she's lying on the floor in our bedroom, looking under the bed.

"What are you looking for?"

"My nursing blanket. I can't find it," She mumbles.

"Did you look in the diaper bag?"

"Of course I didn't," She grumbled to herself and then found it in the diaper bag, she then turned to look at me, "Where would I be without you?" She asked putting the diaper bag on her shoulder.

"Probably dead," I said with a smile, and pulled her close to me, giving her a kiss.

"Aren't you a charmer?"

"Why you love me," I say and then grab my sunglasses off the desk.

Annabeth kneeled down to look at our blonde little boy, "Are you ready to go to camp?" She asked taking on that weird voice girls get with babies. I never really understood it.

Luke had fallen asleep quickly, being a newborn that's almost what he was always doing, besides eating and crying. He was very vocal and unfortunately nocturnal, so he kept me up all night. I didn't let Annabeth get up since we had only arrived home a two days ago, and she was still a little weak.

She stood back up, and looked at me with a smile, "Are you ready to go back?"

"Hades yes," I say, lacing my fingers with hers and walking out the door to our car. We started to drive and Luke woke up and began to cry.

Annabeth turned in her seat and looked back at him, "What's wrong baby?"

She unbuckled him and pulled him up with her.

"Annabeth be careful," I say, worried about my driving skills the minute he was unbuckled.

"I am Percy," She said looping her nursing blanket around her neck, making a small cradle, and setting Luke into it.

Small suckling noise could be heard, and I leaned over, eyes still on the road, as if I were having a conversation with Luke.

"Save some for me buddy," I said, a grin on my face as I awaited Annabeth's reaction.

"Perseus Jackson," She said and slapped the back of my head with the arm that wasn't supporting Luke.

I leaned back over, still grinning.

"You are such a pervert," Annabeth said, shaking her head although she was fighting a smile.

"You still love me," I say and kiss her cheek.

When we finally arrive at camp Luke is back in his carrier, and Annabeth is shoving the blanket into the diaper bag. Annabeth hits me again as I make another joke and I laugh.

"I hope our son doesn't have your sense of humor," She grumbles, getting out of the car, diaper bag on her shoulder.

"It's not that bad," I say grabbing the carrier.

"Yes it is," She argues.

"No it's not."

"Still arguing I see," Grover says, from the ground as he sits against a tree pipes in his hand.

"Grover," I say and give Grover a bro hug after he stands.

"Good to see you again. Hello Luke," Grover said waving slightly at a sleeping Luke, "Where's Thalia?"

"Artemis called her for a small hunt," Annabeth said, and hugged Grover quickly.

"Anything interesting going on here?"

"Not really. Although the new demi-gods are excited to meet the famous Jackson couple," Grover said, leading them to the amphitheater where dinner was starting.

Chiron was at his table, making announcements as he usually did and then smiled when he saw us, "And as I conclude, I would like to welcome, demi-gods who despite all they've been through were able to start a 'normal' life," He said and then gestured towards us, and the crowd looked over.

"Uh…Hi?" I said, uncomfortable under all this pressure. Well I guess it couldn't be called pressure when you've held up the sky.

(A few hours later.)

I had finally gotten Luke to sleep, and I was at my desk, grading papers for class tomorrow. Annabeth was sitting in bed, reading some Greek book she got the other day. As I finished grading the last test, I changed into gym shorts, stripped my shirt off and lied down by Annabeth, above the blankets.

"You didn't mean the thing about no more kids right?" I asked, lightly kissing her bare shoulder.

"I don't want any more right now," She replied, putting her book down on her nightstand, and then she looked at me, eyes dark and beautiful.

"Neither do I, but I definitely don't want just one," I said, playing with one of her perfect blonde curls.

She gives me a quick kiss and, then puts her head down on the pillow. I crawl under the blankets, and soon fall asleep.

So you like? Of course you don't. It's horrid. Disgraceful. Hades must have written this. Sorry Lord Hades, I worship you –bows.- But for real. So I'm unable to read House of Hades. I keep trying to force myself to but I'm just like…Nope. Anyway I will update again this week. R&R because it makes me happy!