Annabeth's POV

"Well, yeah, but why would he ask me to meet at the beach Mom?"

"I don't know Annabeth," Athena, her mother, said over the phone exasperated. "Perhaps for a swim and a picnic? Ooh! Maybe he'll have a bonfire!" She exclaimed with a voice that dripped with sarcasm.

"No need to be so mean…."

She sighed and said, "Look honey, I just don't want you to assume he's gonna propose and then be sad when he doesn't."

"You mean if he doesn't."

"Annabeth, you two have only been dating for almost a year, I sort of doubt he'd propose so soon." After a short pause, she added, "Besides, he's still your security guard."

She sighed as her mother laughed and Annabeth said, "He won't be for much longer…he's gonna be re-assigned soon, so he'll be strictly my boyfriend and that's it."

"Okay sweetheart," her mother said, still chuckling.

Percy's POV

Finally he arrived at the door to their apartment and unlocked it.

It had quite literally taken forever to get the ring at the jewelry store because it seems that every boyfriend in the area had decided to propose to his girlfriend. But he had returned successful, the little velvet box containing the ring in his pants pocket.

He entered the apartment and took his shirt off from the summer heat wave that was plaguing the area.

He collapsed on the couch, but not before he heard Annabeth give someone a quick goodbye and hung up a call.

Hm…

She sashayed into the living room and plopped down next to him, her hand draped over his abs. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her so close to him she was practically on his lap.

They kissed and Annabeth asked him if they were still going to the beach.

Percy smiled and nodded, and her face lit up.

She kissed him on the cheek and announced that she was gonna go get ready for the beach, but he rose and wrapped his arms around her.

"You need help getting that bikini on…?"

She answered him with a grin, a blush, and a wink.

About 45 minutes later, Annabeth had a grey bikini on with a white cover-up dress and Percy just had a batman tank top and sea-green swim trunks.

They went to his car, a very showy 1982 Dodge Challenger, painted white with navy blue racing stripes, where a full picnic basket sat in the back with that special little velvet box deep inside it.

The entire drive to the beach Percy held her hand, Annabeth feeling awkward and hopeful and giddy while Percy felt nervous and uncertain and happy. He pulled up right into the sand, thanks to a good friend of his who not only worked as a life-guard and hooked him up with this little space on the beach, he would be here at the right time to capture the moment forever.

Annabeth squealed and hopped right out of the car and took off at full speed into the surf, while Percy chuckled at her and walked to the back of the car. He took a deep breath as he followed Annabeth to the surf with the fateful picnic basket in hand.

As she giggled in the waves he set out the blanket for them and set up the plastic wine-glasses and plates for them to use later.

He grabbed a fistful of his shirt from under the back of his neck and slipped it off his body, feeling the warm evening sunlight tingle his skin.

Annabeth had just reached the sand and saw her boyfriend do this, as he stared at her soaking wet body with sunlight glinting off at just the right places.

He surged forward then, and threw her over his shoulder as she shrieked and squealed and playfully hit him, screaming at him to put her down. He was already far into the water though, and so, with a dazzling grin, he let go of her and fell into the water.

In a few seconds, a very mad blonde emerged from the surface and pushed him. He lost his footing on the shifting sand however, and fell into the water as well. He resurfaced seconds later and sprayed salt water on her like a fountain.

As he expected, she chased him around, cussing and yelling, while he laughed and taunted her further.

After she calmed down enough to be near him, they sat down on the blanket and enjoyed white wine and ham and cheese sandwiches, and Percy managed to slip the velvet box into the only pocket he had in his swim trunks.

Classy.

He heard a car pull up near them, but thankfully Annabeth didn't, so Percy asked her if she wanted to dance with him.

She smiled at him, saying, "I would absolutely love to."

Time for plan Pop The Question to execute.

He put both hands on her waist, and her arms draped around his neck, giving him pleasant little shivers down his spine.

She looked up at his hair and smirked, and Percy asked her what was wrong.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Just got some messy ocean hair."

He shrugged it off and she put her head on his chest. He gently placed his head on top of hers and he could feel her grin against his chest.

As they turned, he saw his friend hiding behind a tree. Soon? he mouthed to Percy. Percy nodded as much as he could without giving it away and his friend shot him a thumbs up.

"I love you so much Annabeth. So much," he whispered to her. She grinned against him again and said, "God Perce, I love you just as much. Maybe just even a little more."

"That is impossible baby."

"Not with you it isn't."

He took a deep breath to calm down his nerves (it did nothing) and said, "I'll prove I love you more."

With the sun nearly down but still shining down on them, he unsteadily got on one knee and looked up at Annabeth, pulling the velvet box out of his pocket.

He opened it, revealing a beautiful ring and Annabeth gasped, her eyes shining with excitement and happiness.

"Annabeth Chase, I love you so much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want a future with you, only you, a future filled with happiness and love and hyper children. I know it won't always be easy, and that love is just a shout into the void, and that it's possibly the biggest risk anyone could take, but I wanna take it with you. So, Annabeth Chase, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

He heard a little click in the background, but he didn't care anymore. He knew that he would never be able to forget this moment, Annabeth looking down at him, her hands covering her grin, her eyes alive with excitement and tearing up at his vow to love.

The second between the end of his question and her answer stretched into an eternity in his mind.

"Yes."

He dropped the box in the sand as he embraced her. He went for a kiss, but ended up getting lost in a full makeout session. He didn't even hear that click.

He gently pulled away, but his forehead and the tip of his nose were still touching hers. She glanced up again and laughed at his hair.

"Seriously, what is it?" he whined, reaching his hand up to his hair.

She stopped his hand halfway, smirking up at him.

"Annabeeethhhh," he whined, wanting to fix his hair.

She reached up to his hair and plucked seaweed out of his hair.

"You are so not making this easy."

She laughed, and draped her arms around his neck again, the seaweed in her hand brushing against his back. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it."

When she gently pressed her lips to his again, he knew she'd never make things easy for him.

Bring it on.

A/N: One oneshot of three! :D