I sat on the sofa in the apartment that Luke and I shared at two in the morning. Luke would be leaving soon and I was prepared to intercept him. Only one week had passed since the Christmas party at the Jackson's and I was surer now than ever that I was being cheated on.

It was now the beginning of January. One more month and we would have a child. I watched the bedroom light flick on and Luke stepped out wearing an old pair of jeans and a grey V-neck. "Who is she?" I asked from my place in the dark living room.

He jumped. "What are you doing up this early?"

I raised my eyebrows. "How blind do you think I am?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell me, who is she?"

"Who?"

"The other woman! I know that there is one!"

"What the hell are you talking about? There is nobody else!"

"Then," I began, "where do you think you are going?"

"Work…"

I laughed a fake laugh. "I'm not falling for that any more. You showed up late to the Christmas Party smelling like perfume. I hadn't seen you at all that day."

"So that's what this is about! You're still mad about the party!"

"No! I'm mad because you are seeing someone else!" I was on my feet, tears in my eyes, screaming. Luke stepped closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder in some form of comfort. "Don't touch me!" I yelled, pushing him off of me.

Luke stumbled backwards into the wall, causing a piece of artwork to crash to the ground. His face grew tight and red with anger. "Don't you dare lay another hand on me! And, if you think that I am the type of guy who will go and cheat on his pregnant fiancé, then maybe I might! It's not like you would care!" He screamed.

I grabbed a plate from the counter and threw it at the tile floor in frustration. It shattered with a CRASH! Thunder sounded outside. Hot tears streaked down my cheeks as I screamed, "Fine! Go on ahead! I could have another you in the blink of an eye!"

Luke flipped a dining chair and violently yanked his jacket from the coat rack, tipping it over too. Just before he left, he went over to the desk in the living room and swept his arms across the surface, sending pictures of us flying. The frames broke into pieces, coating the tile with glass.

The door slammed shut and I yelled out to release my anger.

Falling to my knees in front of the door, I burst into tears.

"Jace, What happened in here?" Percy's voice filled the apartment.

I looked up at him. "We… I…" was all that I could say because I wasn't quite sure what had happened.

"It's-It's okay," Percy, who lived just next door with Annabeth, knelt down and hugged me. "You're alright. Everything is going to be fine." His voice shook and I cried louder. We stayed on the floor of the apartment for nearly an hour.

Luke

I kicked the wall of the hallway when I heard Jacinda scream out. What had I done? I couldn't comprehend what had happened just moments ago. But, did we break up? It was entirely my fault. I should have told her the truth about where I was going from the beginning. Now she was convinced that I was seeing someone else and there was no way of changing her mind.

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my blonde hair, continuing to walk out of the apartment building. When I stepped out into the bitter cold of a New York City January, I picked up my pace. Unsure where I was headed, I roamed the empty sidewalks in search of answers.

A few taxis drove by as I walked but other than that, the city seemed… lonely.

I stopped in front of the only place that it made sense to be: The Empire State Building or "work" as I told Jace.

Jacinda

The sun began to set along the horizon a month later. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day and Luke hadn't been seen since our fight. I sat on the sofa, watching my favorite movie, Valentine's Day, and as the hours passed, I began to drift off to sleep.

It must have been about 3 am when I woke to hear noises by the front door, like a key in the lock. The television had automatically turned off and the living room was dark other than the glare of the moonlight. Slowly, the door creaked open. A shadow of a man snuck into the room silently.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Luke's voice echoed through the room in a low whisper.

I sat up, half awake, and whispered, "what?"

He turned on the lamp beside the couch and sat down. "It's Valentine's Day." He said, pulling a box of chocolates and a dozen roses from behind his back.

"Oh my gods!" I squealed quietly and hugged him. "It's like… three in the morning!"

Luke chuckled and let me go. "I missed you."

"Where were you?"

He looked at his hands. "Don't take this the wrong way but… I can't tell you. Yet."

I nodded respectfully. "I'll tell you what though, it has to do with the wedding." There was a long pause before Luke suggested that we go to bed.

"I'll be in in a minute." I hollered from the bathroom as Luke climbed into bed.

"Alright. Hurry up though. You need your rest." He ordered.

As I pulled off of my jeans, I realized that they were wet. My heart raced. This was not good timing. Pulling them back up, I yelled, "Luke!"

"What is it baby?" He asked, sitting up in bed.

I walked into the bedroom, my hands shaking nervously. "It's time. The baby is coming." Luke immediately sprang out from under the sheets, tearing through the closet for a pair of pants.

"I'll call the doctor, don't worry. Just sit on the couch. I'll be there in a minute!" He stumbled around the apartment while trying to put on his jeans. He tripped forward and grabbed the phone. "Hi. My girlfriend is having her baby!" He yelled after quickly dialing the number. "Oops. Sorry, wrong number." He quickly hung up and redialed.

As he did so, I sat on the couch, impatiently waiting. "Agh!" I screamed at the first contraction.

"You're fine!" Luke insisted, yanking on a polo shirt. "C'mon." He grabbed my hand and slowly led me out the door.