Annabeth's POV
"Now now, Sky, you know that you can't hit your brother that hard."
"I'm sorry Mommy," said the raven haired, grey eyed girl, looking down in guilt.
"Now apologize to your brother Luke," she said somewhat sternly. It's funny, she was being stern while breastfeeding Tyson, their newest addition to the family.
The little boy in the middle of the three had bright green eyes filled with tears and blonde hair that reflected the sun's rays through the window.
Sky turned to her younger brother and hugged him, proclaiming her apology for hitting him upside the head too hard.
Annabeth smiled at her children actually getting along for once. Well, until she glanced at her ring finger.
"Luke…" she said with a dangerously steely tone. "Did you take my ring again?"
He began cackling like a little evil scientist and pulled her wedding ring out of his little pocket, and he held it up to his mother. She snatched it out of his hand, but couldn't help but grin at his cute little cackle and silly prank.
"Sky, go play with your brother so he doesn't take my stuff again," she somewhat ordered her daughter. The actual reason was because Luke was getting a bit too old to see her nipples now, and only two males were allowed to see them now.
One was currently having his little mouth detached from her right one with a little wet pop and was carried to his baby cradle for a nice nap after an early dinner time.
The other male who was allowed to see her breasts in all their nude glory (cause she still had a pretty rockin body for a mother of three) was due to be home in about half an hour, she realized as she glanced at the microwave clock.
She sighed happily and headed to the stove top to see how dinner was doing, and the spaghetti looked amazing. Sky was supposed to help her, and she did pour the noodles out of the box, but then she scampered off with Luke.
Dinner was almost ready when she heard the garage door closed, followed by two high-pitched shrieks of "DADDY'S HOME!" and the consequential wailing of Tyson from all the noise.
She sighed in bliss and exasperation as she heard a stomping of tiny feet run to the door as she headed to the baby's room to get him back to sleep again.
As she walked down the hall to the baby's room, she heard a sexy as hell deep voice bellow "LUUUUKE I AM YOUR FAAAATHERRRRR!" and a high-pitched storm of giggles.
As she walked down the hall, she watched the picture plastered with memoirs.
Percy and her on their first (and very public) date, back when he was still her security guard; Annabeth singing her last performance on stage while Percy was standing backstage waiting for her; Percy and Annabeth after the performance backstage; Percy and her kissing, only showing their faces; Percy on one knee and Annabeth smiling in tears; Annabeth sucking Percy's face off, the box with the ring barely noticeable on the sand; Annabeth in white dress, with Percy's arm around her in a very dashing tuxedo; Annabeth and Percy in their honeymoon suite (before the crazy night happened); Annabeth lying on a hospital bed holding a little red lump that was called Sky Athena Jackson, with Percy leaning in and grinning ear to ear like the doofus he is; a family photo of them; Them again in the hospital, with Annabeth holding another, slightly larger, red lump named Luke Grover Jackson; A family Christmas photo; and Annabeth holding the smallest red lump named Tyson Chiron Jackson; and the most recent photo being a family Easter photo, with all them surrounding Percy on a field of daisy's.
She snatched the baby up, and he immediately fell asleep after a little two note lullaby their neighbor, Aphrodite, had taught her.
Then she headed out to the dinner table, where Percy was attempting to explain how a jet engine worked, and Annabeth was wondering how on Earth the conversation had gotten to this, when she just headed to the kitchen and served dinner.
After dinner, the kids were (finally) put to sleep, and Percy and her cuddled on their bed.
"So…um…Percy?"
"Yeah love?" he asked.
"What would you do if I told you…that…um…" she said hesitantly.
"What is it?" he said, utterly concerned for his wife's well-being.
She kissed him to comfort him, and whispered her question against his lips.
"What would you do if I told you I was pregnant again?"
His eyes lit up in excitement. "Bring it on."
A/N: TADA! All done :) I hope you all enjoyed the end of this story. Do not fret people, I may continue it further in little one-shots if desired. Just like message me ideas or put them as a review, I don't care. You can also go check out my other story: The Doctor and his companions! I've also been brainstorming for another fic…
How would you guys feel about demigods from the primordial gods? Keep an eye for it, comin soon c: