AN: Please check out my new Hunger Games story called The Psychic. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've decided I'm not going to delete any chapters in my other PJ story HBCH. I will update that story in a few days as I'm still writing it.

Percy

(A Month Later)

"Let's do it," Annabeth says in a whiny voice, "Please."

"What if I don't want to?" I ask, even though I'll do it anyway.

"How can you not want to?" she moans. "I'm begging you, Seaweed Brain. Let's do it!" I sigh.

"Fine, we can make blue cookies but you have to help. Deal?" I say and she nods eagerly. It looks like a certain Wise Girl is craving my mom's blue cookies. Unfortunately, Annabeth ate the last of them last night and since my mom is at work it looks like we'll have to make them ourselves.

"Deal," Annabeth grins and then runs to the kitchen.

I roll my eyes as I hear her nosily slam the cupboard doors after getting the ingredients. "Come on, Perce. I'm starving," she yells. With a huff I walk lazily into the kitchen and find her trying to reach the cookie pan on the top shelf.

"You're always hungry," I reply and reach for the pan.

"What do you expect? Do you want your baby to be small?" she asks, teasingly. There's no way that baby is going to be small with everything it's mother has ate. I don't get how she can be so small still. Her bump has barely grown since last month.

She takes the pan off me and puts it on the kitchen counter. Then she stares at the ingredients while frowning. I sigh again. "You don't know how to make cookies do you?" I ask and she looks at me and smiles innocently. I wish she wouldn't do that. It makes me give in to everything but at the same time she looks adorable when she does it.

"Why don't I teach you?" I suggest and she nods.

"We can take some to school with us to give to the gang," Annabeth replies and I nod even though I bet there won't be any left to take into school.

"Wait," I say, "I thought maybe we could stay home after the scan instead of going back to school just for the afternoon."

"Hmm… I guess we could take the cookies in the day after tomorrow," she finally says. "I think we should go shopping after the scan. My boss from the library paid me yesterday so I have $200 and even more if I put my savings with it."

"Sure. Are you excited?" I ask as I start mixing the ingredients.

"You know, I didn't think I would be but I really am. Will you be disappointed if it's a boy?"

"Of course not. I don't care what sex the baby is or how it looks as long as it's healthy," I reply and I can feel her eyes watching me.

I turn my head a little so our eyes meet and her cheeks turn pink like she didn't want me to catch her staring. I smile slightly and turn back to the dough. I add the rest of the ingredients including blue food colouring and hand the bowl to Annabeth. "Scoop a spoonful on different parts of the pan for me," I order and she does as I say as I turn the oven on.

Once she's finished scooping the dough into the pan she hands it to me and I put it in the oven. "What now?" she asks and I shrug.

"They won't take that long to cook so we'll clean up," I reply and we get to work. I jump onto the counter and cross my legs as I wash the dishes, watching Annabeth rub her stomach with one hand while she washes the counter with the other.

"Ow," I hear her mutter a while later and I frown and jump off the counter.

"What's the matter?" I ask, worriedly and place my hands on her stomach.

"Nothing," she replies. "It just kicked a little harder than usual." I sigh in relief and she grins. "You really need to stop worrying so much."
"It's hard not to worry about my two favourite people," I say and her silver eyes seem to sparkle. She puts her arms around my neck and I freeze; we've barely touched except for the times I've touched her bump.

I mentally shake my head and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closely. I sway a little and start humming an old song my mom used to play all the time. I rub my hands up and down Annabeth's back and she rests her head on my shoulder. "I like this," she whispers and I turn my head a little so my nose is buried in her blonde locks.

"Like what?" I ask back in a whisper.

"Hanging around with you. I thought it was going to be so awkward but I was wrong. Actually, it's been amazing," she admits and I grin into her hair.

"Good," I reply and she looks up, our eyes meeting and noses brushing. I once again freeze and find myself holding in a breath.

We both lean in at the same time, her warm breath tickling my face. I swallow before leaning in a little closer. Our lips brush and I'm about to deepen the kiss when Annabeth pulls away wide eyed. I feel my face heat up in embarrassment; she didn't want me to kiss her. I look down, my eyes falling on her stomach where her hands are resting.

She gasps and I look up and my own eyes widen at how pale she is. I have a bad feeling. "What is-" I'm cut off by Annabeth's scream and falls to the floor while clutching her stomach. I spring into action and lift her into my arms. I run into the living room and place her on the couch. She curls up on her side, still holding her stomach tightly.

"What is it? Where's the pain?" I ask, nervously. What do I do?

"My stomach," she cries and then let's out a loud sob. "What's happening to me?"

I take a few deep breaths before telling her, "I don't know but we need to get you to the hospital."

"Paul isn't here," she sobs and I realise she's right. He left to go shopping a little over half an hour ago.

I run into the kitchen and dial the number for a taxi. I give all the usual details and tell the person on the line to hurry up. I'm about to leave the room when I remember the oven is on. I quickly turn it off before sprinting into the living room.

"Can you stand up?" I ask Annabeth and she tries to stand up but collapses in pain. I lift her again and run out the door.

"Damn it!" I yell five minutes later, the taxi still not here. I'm about to literally run to the hospital while carrying Annabeth when the taxi pulls up. I get Annabeth in before sliding in after her. "To the hospital," I tell the driver and he pulls away, glancing in the rear mirror to look at Annabeth.

"Oh god. Please don't be like the woman last week her gave birth in my taxi," he huffs and I frown.

"She's five months pregnant! She's not in labour…" I trail off at the end, staring at Annabeth. Is she? It isn't possible. It's too soon.

"Yo, boy. I have four kids and I was there for each of their births- your girlfriend is in labour..."

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