AN: I decided to do this chapter in Percy's POV. Happy Easter! Oh and thanks for the reviews!

Chapter Three

(Percy)

The words echo around my head but they don't sink in. "I'm pregnant." I just stare at her in confusion. "I- Uhh, what?"

"Don't make me say it again," she whispers, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She wipes it away quickly and looks away.

"Y-your pregnant?" I stutter, putting my hand on his chin and turning her head so she looks me in the eye. She nods unable to speak and I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. She lets out loud sobs and hugs me back.

"I-is it mine?" I whisper, not meaning to make it sound like she slept around. She pulls away and looks me in the eye.

"Yes," she says, clearly.

"I-I didn't mean for it to sound like-" she cuts me off.

"I-it's okay," she whispers and wipes more tears away.

"How long have you known?" I ask.

"About a month. Thalia came to the doctors with me because I felt sick and the doctor told her that my symptoms are signs of pregnancy. So, I took a test but I knew, as soon as the doctor suggested it I knew," she explains.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I ask, putting my arms around her again.

"I-I was scared," she sobs and I sigh. It's not like Annabeth to be scared never mind to cry.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper and kiss her forehead in a friendly gesture. "What are we going to do?"

"I'm keeping it," she says. "I can't kill it."

"Okay, that's fine. I don't want to kill it either," I reply and she looks up in shock.

"You don't?"

"Of course not. It's not the baby's fault," I say and she nods.

"You don't have to be a part of its life if you don't want to. I understand if you don't want anything to do with it," she whispers.

"I would never ever abandon it," I reply, firmly. "We are going to do this, okay? I'm going to be with you every step of the way."

"T-thank you," she says.

"Have you told your dad?" She shakes her head abruptly.

"I'm even more scared to tell him. He's going to be so disappointed and my mom. I bet she's looking down on me and wishing I wasn't so stupid," she cries.

"Hey, we made a mistake- everyone does. Your mom would be proud of you no matter what, the same with my dad. Yes, your dad and my mom will probably go crazy at first but they'll get used to the idea, right?"

"I hope so," she whispers, shivering.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," I say, pulling away from her.

I walk her to her front door and once we arrive I just stand in front of her awkwardly, not knowing if I should hug her or to just go. "Just… try not to think so much about it and don't stress. We can talk more tomorrow, okay?" I finally say and she nods.

"Thank you for not freaking out," she replies and then goes inside.

"Oh, I'm freaking out alright," I mutter to myself, walking to the apartment where me, my mom and step dad, Paul, lives.

Once I arrive I go straight to my bedroom, not even bothering to say hi to my mom. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. "What am I going to do?" I ask myself. I need a job so we can buy stuff and a place to stay. Or maybe Annabeth will stay with her dad and I'll visit everyday while still living here. I fall back, my head hitting my pillow, and sigh.

"Percy?" my mom says, knocking my door.

"Yeah?" I reply and she opens the door, not coming in but leaning on the doorframe.

"Are you okay?" she asks, concern in her kind eyes.

"I'm fine," I answer.

She smiles sadly, knowing I'm lying. "You can talk to me about anything, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," I sigh and sit up. "How long were you and dad together before you found out you were pregnant?"

She furrows her brow and walks over and sits down next to me on the bed. "We were together three months," she replies and my eyes widen.

"So, you barely knew eachother?" I ask.

"Well, it was love at first sight. We met at Montauk, I was only eighteen and your father twenty when I found out I was pregnant," she says, staring into space with a small smile on her lips.

"Was you scared?" I ask.

"At first I was terrified, not about having you but that your father would leave me. He didn't, he stayed by my side all the way through," she whispers.

"Did you regret having me? Being so young, and all," I question and she shakes her head several times.

"Not once did your father and I regret having you. Never. I never will and I know if he were still alive he'd be so proud of you. Why are you asking all these questions, anyway?" she asks and panic fills me.

"I was just thinking about dad," I lie and she nods, believing me.

"If you ever want to know about him then all you have to do is ask," she whispers and kisses my forehead before leaving my room, closing my door behind her.

I lay back down and sigh, rubbing my eyes. Annabeth is only a year younger than my mom was besides, Annabeth will be eighteen when the baby arrives. All this thinking and stress is giving me a headache. I close my eyes, thinking that a small nap might help and fall asleep.

Annabeth

(The Next Day)

The bright sun shining through my bedroom window wakes me up but I don't have time to lie there and enjoy my comfy bed because I can feel sick rise up my throat. I jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom. I turn the handle but it's locked. I knock the door. "Yeah?" my step mom replies.

"How long are you going to be?" I say, my hands covering my mouth.

"I just got in the show-" Too late. I puke on the carpet, dropping to my knees and holding my stomach. Even when I'm sure nothing is left in my stomach I keep retching. "Annabeth?" Sue yells. "Are you okay?" I hear the bathroom door open and look up a little to see Sue wrapped in her towel. "Shit," she mutters and holds my hair back with one hand and rubs my back with the other.

I puke bile and squeeze my eyes shut, hating that this happens every day. I stay on the floor for about two minutes before I'm sure that I've stopped. "I heard you being sick yesterday," Sue says, helping me up. "There must be a bug going around. Go back to bed, I'll clean all this up."

"No, I'll do it. I'm fine, really. I think I might've just ate something that's upset my stomach," I object.

"No. I'm not letting you go to school after watching you vomit like that. Go back to bed," she orders and I give in for once.

I slowly walk back to my bedroom, rubbing my stomach and climb back into bed. I close my eyes feeling tired and weak. I hate feeling weak. I toss and turn for a while before sitting up and trying to read a book. I can't concentrate. I throw the book in frustration and put my head in my hands.

If I'm sick like that everyday, Sue and my dad will get suspicious which means one thing:

I'm going to have to tell them sooner than I thought.

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