Annabeth
Percy parks in his apartment block car park before jumping out of the car and walking towards the double doors. It takes him about thirty seconds to realise I'm not following him and he turns around to find me still sitting in his step-dad's car. He raises his eyebrows and walks over to my side and opens the door.
"What's the matter?" he asks and I put my head in my hands.
"Your mom is going to hate me," I whisper.
"She won't. She loves you to bits, Annie. You're like the daughter she's never had," he replies, taking one of my hands and pulling it gently. "Come on." I take a deep breath and step out of the car, not letting go of Percy's hand.
"I'll get your bag," Percy says and opens the trunk.
"No, leave it in here. You might have to drop me home when your mom kicks me out," I object. He rolls his eyes but takes my bag out of the trunk.
He slings it around his shoulder, locks the car and drags me towards the double doors. "It'll be fine, I promise," he says and opens the door for me. "You want to take the stairs or the elevator?" he asks.
"Elevator. I'm to tired to be climbing up ten flights of stairs," I reply and he presses the button for the elevator. The door opens and we step inside. I press the button that will take us to the tenth floor and the doors closes. "Why aren't you nervous?"
"Trust me, I am. She's going to kill me," he says.
"Oh god, is she really going to be that mad?" I ask, more nervous than ever. I didn't feel this scared when I confronted my father.
"She'll probably just cry but I won't be surprised if she hit me," he says. I gasp.
"Your mom hits you?" I ask, astonished.
"She never has before but if she does to today then I'll know she's took it better than I thought," he replies.
"Oh god. Why did I ever walk into that bar?"
"If I remember correctly you were pissed because you were popular and because you had an argument with your dad," he says. I roll my eyes.
"I know why," I huff.
"You regret it?" he asks, a little bit of hope in his voice.
"I don't regret doing it," I reply, trying not to blush but probably failing. "I do regret not using something though. And I would've preferred it if we wasn't drunk."
"It's my fault," he huffs, leaning against the elevator wall and massaging my hand with his thumb.
"Don't blame it on yourself when it was me, too. I'm sure when the baby comes we'll think differently and not regret anything at all," I reply and he nods. "Do you?"
"Do I what?" he asks, obviously confused.
"Regret it?" I ask, blushing again.
"Nope," is all he says before the elevator doors open. I squeeze his hand as we walk towards his front door. He pulls his key from his pocket and puts it in the lock. He turns it twice and then pushes the door open, revealing a cosy living room with cream walls and a large brown couch.
"Mom, I'm home!" Percy calls, closing the door behind us.
His mom walks out of the kitchen and grins when she sees us. She hugs Percy and then wraps her arms around me. "Annabeth!"
"Hey, Mrs. J- I mean, Blofis," I greet, hugging her back.
"How many times have a told you to call me Sally?" she asks, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"A million times," I smile.
"Exactly, I want to hear you call me Sally from now on," she grins.
"Okay, Sally."
"Good. It's been a while since I've seen you," she says and I take a deep breath, knowing that I'll have to tell her soon.
"What's for dinner?" Percy asks, obviously trying to change the subject so we have longer to wait.
"I was thinking about just having egg mayonnaise sandwiches for a snack and then later on we can order a pizza," she says and I nod.
"No, Annabeth can't eat eggs!" Percy nearly yells and I furrow my brow. I can't eat eggs?
"Why not? I thought she liked eggs?" she says, looking at me.
"I-err…" I sigh. "I- we, need to tell you something."
"Oh," Sally says, looking nervous.
"Is Paul home?" Percy asks.
"No. He said he's going to have a few drinks at a pub with his mates. That's why he let you use his car," she says. "What do you want to tell me, Annabeth?"
"Y-you might want to sit down," I say and sit down on the comfy couch. She sits down next to me while Percy takes a seat on the small couch opposite us.
"What's going on?" Sally asks and I take another deep breath.
"I…" I don't think I can do this. "I…"
"You're making me nervous," Sally whispers. I can do this…
"I'm pregnant," I whisper and tears fill her eyes.
"Oh."
"Yeah," I say, tears filling my own eyes. "I- I understand if you don't want me to stay here-" she cuts me off.
"No, no. Of course you can stay. Does you dad know?" she asks, wiping a single tear from her cheek. I nod. "Did he kick you out?"
"No. I just… it was so awkward there and I felt alone," I cry. She wraps her arms around me.
"Oh, Annabeth," she cries. "Does the father know?" I pull away. I thought it was obvious that Percy was the dad. "You have told the dad, right?"
"Sally," I whisper, glancing at Percy who has a pained look on his face. I gulp. "Percy is the father."
Her eyes widen and she stands up. "Oh god," she mutters. "Percy… my Percy?" I nod. "But I- I thought you were just friends."
"We are," I whisper and more tears swim down her face. She stands in front of Percy.
"I-I don't understand," she cries. "You- you are sensible."
Percy looks at the floor, ashamed and my heart aches for him. I wish we never had to tell her this. "You've made a huge mistake," she cries.
"I know," Percy says.
"You've made the same mistake I did," she moans and that's when Percy looks up, hurt.
"I- I thought you said you didn't regret having me so young," he whispers. Sally holds his head in her hands and shakes her head.
"No, I don't regret having you. I just don't want you to struggle like I did. I had to work two jobs just to pay for this apartment and that left barely any money to feed you," she cries. "Oh god."
She stands up and turns to face me. "Your pregnant?" she asks, the news not sinking in. I nod, open my bag and hand her a picture of the scan. "Oh god," she cries.
"Yeah, I'm really pregnant. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," I sob.
"Ssh," she says, putting her arms around me again. "We can do this. I can help you and Percy will help you. You can do this."
"Mom, Annabeth's had a big day. She passed out in school because of stress. The doctor told us she needs to relax," Percy says. "I'm going to take her to bed."
"Where are you going to sleep?" I ask him.
"On the couch. You have to be comfortable," he replies and I shake my head.
"No, I'll sleep on the couch," I say.
"No," Percy says, firmly. "You'll sleep in my bed." Without another word he takes my hand and bag and leads me to his room.
He opens the door, revealing light blue walls and a clean room. Percy lifts me and lays me down on the bed. He slips the shoes off my feet and then places his dark blue blanket over me. He shuts the curtains and turns off the light before heading towards the door. "Sleep," he whispers.
"Wait," I call out. He walks over to the bed.
"What?" he whispers, touching my cheek gently with his hand. I gulp, nervously.
"Stay with me?" I bite my lip, our eyes never breaking contact. He smiles a little, pulls back the covers and hops in beside me. He hesitantly wraps an arm around my waist and I turn so my chest is touching his. He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead.
I close my eyes and the last thing I hear before I sleep is Percy whispering, "Always."
AN: I just had to add the end but from The Hunger Games. REVIEW!