A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! This story is being dedicated to Lucia "Lucy" Jackson, a real girl who sadly died when she was two. (I had no idea who she was when I named Lucy). Her organs were donated to save other's lives.

Percy sighed, rebuttoning the tiny little buttons on the dress Lucy was wearing. She was growing bigger now, and she was almost four months old.

He silently thanked his awesome mother for teaching him how to change a diaper. And for the blue cookies she always made. Now those were good.

For some reason, his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl at the store. What was her name? Oh yeah, Wise Girl.

He hadn't exactly liked her at the time, but now he could not get her out of her mind. It was as if an invisible person was whispering "Talk to her."

No idea why, but he was listening to that invisible person. Picking up Lucy, he placed her in her high chair, and gave her her bottle. She gurgled happily.

So far, Lucy had been a very happy baby, almost never crying. Well, not as much as babies on TV.

Then again, it was TV, so that probably wasn't a good source to base his ideas on.

He thought of Rachel, how she would have known the answer to Percy's question. He thought of what an amazing mother she would have made.

He missed her terribly.

In the end, it was the little things he remembered about her. Like how she refused to drink coffee, making tea instead. Or how she loved curling up on the couch with a good book on rainy days.

Placing Lucy's empty bottle in the sink full of dirty dishes, he absentmindedly opened the fridge. The first thing he noticed was the cheese.

Groaning, he closed the door.

Little did he know his and Wise Girl's lives would intertwine again in the future.

…...

Four Years Later

Percy dropped Lucy off at preschool, her long, black hair in two adorable braids. She smiled at him, running to meet her friends. Only in preschool, and she was already trying to get away from her father.

On the way back to his car, he bumped into a woman with curly blonde hair and grey eyes.

"Sorry." she apologized, barely looking at him. "Wait a minute," she said. "Weren't you the guy who bumped into me at the grocery store four years ago?" she asked, if that was a normal question.

Percy gaped at her. "Um…. I bumped into a lot of people at the grocery four years ago."

"Yes," insisted the girl, "But the store manager thought we were married, and-"

"Oh yeah!" Percy cried. "Wise Girl!"

"Wise Girl?" she questioned. "Okay….. um, Seaweed Brain."

"So, what brings you here, Wise Girl?" Percy asked.

"Well," she said. "I'm just dropping my friend's kid off at preschool. You?"

"I was just dropping my daughter off." Percy replied. "I'm Percy, by the way."

"Annabeth." she replied. "My name is Annabeth."

"So," Percy said. An awkward silence hung around him. "Want to go out for coffee with me?"

Annabeth blushed. "What about your wife?"

"My wife?" Percy repeated, the word seeming unfamiliar to him. "My wife died giving birth to Lucy."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Annabeth cried.

Percy sighed, his eyes downcast. "Yeah. Eclampsia." he said placidly. Then changing the subject, he asked, "So, Wise Girl, will you have coffee with me?"

"Of course, Seaweed Brain."