Me: Hello again.

First things first (I never understood that saying. Why would you call them the first things if they aren't going to be first?): I know it has been awhile since a real update. I apologize.

In case any of you die hard fans out there, remembered my whole 'This shall be finished by April' comment, consider it failed.

On the bright side, I already have the next chapter written.

Second: HUGE SHOUT OUT TO Rylee Wyatt for adding over THREE PAGES of reviews just by themselves. God. XD

Third: This is not the preview. I had ONE LAST WEEK TO GO and then my computer crashed and the file was lost.

7,000+ words, over one month of typing, GONE.

I was furious.

I am never going to be able to re-type that the way I want to, so I'm just going to do a different Travis/child thing.

Fourth: I went back and started editing the earlier chapters. I fixed almost all of the spelling mistakes, and grammar errors for chapters 1-40. I'm still working on the last 20+ but the majority are done.

I don't own PJO.

Travis, Katie, OC

Summary preview: Daddy's little princess...

When Vanessa was born, I knew instantly that she was goin to be her parent's Little Princess.

The way I tickled her, and Katie cooed over her, she was going to be spoiled rotten.

Even if she did attempt to break our eardrums most of the day, every day.

After months and months of repeating 'Dada' so that she would be able to say my name first, it finally happened.

While rocking her so that she would sleep for once, she kind of smiled at me and said, "Dahdah."

It was probably the proudest moment of my life.

Vanessa was always closer to me then her mother for whatever reason.

She was always following me around, once she was able to walk, and I was the first person she went to when she needed a questioned answered.

Her emerald eyes sparkled with laughter after hearing some of my more innocent pranks that I had pulled with Conner back at Camp Half-Blood, and her razor-like blonde hair was long and straight by the time she was nine, and what Katie said "The girly-est tomboy I have ever seen."

I taught her how to play sports, how to pull off the best of pranks, and what being the descendant of the plant and messenger gods could mean in terms of getting people to do what you wanted while looking responsible eating vegetables flavored with actually good tasting vegetables.

She was fifteen before the words, "I hate you" were yelled at me.

At the time I was furious, so I didn't really care, so long as she stopped breaking the law.

It was over two years later, after months of rehab, weeks of awkward and anger-filled meetings, before she bit down her pride and said, "I'm sorry."

And when Conner arrived for a family get-together and was about to take the turn I was going to use to go against Vanessa in air hockey, Katie glared at him and whisper-hissed, "Do not disturb their bonding time, Stoll."

So he didn't, I got the turn against Vanessa at air hockey, and once it was over the awkward meetings stopped being so awkward.

Me: This chapter sucked. Really badly. But I needed to update because I needed to get off this chapter and on to other chapters of different things.

I might one day go back and try to re-write the epic Travis-as-awesome-father fic, but... yeah. It probably won't happen.

Next chapter: Multitasking

Thoughts?

~ Anna/ Booklover98