AN: I decided to skip a bit. Oh well, it means I'm a little bit closer to drama. It will be coming soon! Sorry if there's any mistakes I just wanted to update as soon as possible again. A rubbish chapter is better than nothing, right? Warning: Some awkward Percabeth for you. :)

A Week Later

Annabeth

I sneak out of Percy's bedroom, already knowing that no one is home but tiptoeing anyway. I don't get why I have to have 100% bed rest anyway. I'm just going to get fat and my bones are going to get stiff. That's a good reason to get out of bed, huh?

Anyway, today is a Saturday and Percy said he's going to go over to our apartment to fix some things up. It's still weird saying that; our apartment. It's going to be weird when we move in. I'm going to want to sleep with Percy because… just because and Percy is going to want his own room, I think.

He hasn't said anything but we're not a couple, I don't think. Argh! This is annoying! I don't know what we are! "Calm down," I tell myself, "Stress is bad for the baby." I instantly feel guilty. I look down at my stomach and place a hand on my bump.

"I'm sorry," I mutter and then realise I sound sappy. Jeez, babies make you act weird! I sound… like a girl.

Yeah, I know I'm a girl. How else do you think I got knocked up? What I mean is I'm normally a strong girl that doesn't admit that she wants Percy to sleep in the same bed as her and that she would do anything to kiss him and that she loves it when he puts his head on her bump and- I'm rambling! Another thing I used to never do.

I shake my head and look in the mirror that is hanging in the living room. The sight I see is not pretty. My hair is greasy, my eyes a puffy red from crying (blame it on my baby) and my face filler. I'm getting fat. Oh god, I'm going to be as big as that girl Percy and I saw at the hospital! No, I can't be! "Annabeth!" I scold myself, "You're stressing out again!"

I shake my head again and walk into the kitchen, heading straight to the refrigerator. I open the door and grab a bottle of Coke. I turn the lid and take a few gulps before placing the bottle back in the refrigerator.

I turn around and head towards the cupboard. I open it and grab a packet of chocolate chip cookies. Then I walk back into the living room and plop down on the couch, putting my feet up. I grab the remote for the TV and press the red button that makes the TV come alive.

I had done the same thing for the last three days when I had went to the bathroom and realised no one was home so I had sneaked out of my room and in here. The best part is that no one well ever know so a very protective Percy won't tell me off. Him being overprotective gets annoying sometimes but at the same time I love him for it. I mean, like him.

I flick through the channels and finally settle on 'Titanic'. I've watched this movie hundreds of times but I never cry unlike Percy. I remember I watched it with him and the gang at one of our sleepovers and I swear I saw a few tears in his eyes. Unfortunately, they didn't fall so I'll never know if Percy is a romantic at heart.

I shuffle in my seat to get more comfy and open the cookies. Then I watch the movie while eating the cookies. By the end of the film… I'm crying a river. Yep, Annabeth Chase, the girl who never cries watching a movie, cried!

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I sob and glare at my stomach. "Do you enjoy making your mommy cry?" The baby kicks. I chuckle and then cry, "I thought so."

"You thought so what?" a voice from behind me asks and I jump to my feet and spin around.

"Percy," I whisper, looking at him innocently. "I was just…"

"Watching Titanic and eating a whole pack of cookies. That would be fine with me… if you had done it in bed," he says. I sigh.

"Percy, do you know how boring it is to just sit in the same room all day and only leave to go pee?" I ask, frustrated.

"No," he admits.

"Exactly and besides this is the first time," I lie.

"Is that so?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, this is the second time."

He raises both eyebrows. "Okay, okay," I snap. "This is my third time, okay? But like you said you don't know what it's like. How am I going to give birth when I'm stiff?"

"Fine," he sighs. "You can move around a little."

"Thank you!" I grin. He sniffs.

"What's that smell?" he asks, sniffing again. I sniff, too. And then realise… it's me. I feel my face heat up and Percy sees it just before I turn away.

"Maybe you should go wash," Percy suggests.

Anger spreads through me and I spin around to face him again, my hands on my hips. "And how am I going to do that, Seaweed Brain? What if I slip in the bath? How am I going to wash my back? God, I can't even reach my feet, my legs are too long for my arms!" I yell.

He sighs. "I could, you know, umm… help?" he says, his cheeks turning pink. My face gets even redder, if possible.

"No!" I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's not like I haven't seen anything before," he says, face still red. "Besides you can't exactly spend the whole four months in bed."

"I know that! And it's only been two days since I've had a wash. Your mom brought a bucket of hot water into your room and I had a little… clean up," I blush.

"Do what you want," Percy finally says.

"Why don't I have a shower?" I ask.

"There's more danger of you tripping in the shower," he replies.

"Fine," I finally say, "But I'm putting on a swimsuit."

"Okay," Percy says. I sigh. "What now?" he asks.

I glare at him and then mutter, "I haven't got a swimsuit that will fit me."

He huffs. "I'll just close my eyes."

It's better than nothing, I guess. And like he said, he has seen it before.

"Let's get this over with before your mom gets back," I say and head to the bathroom. I run the hot water tap and sit on the side of the bath. I reach for the bottle of bubbles and pour some of the nice smelling, pink liquid into the steaming water.

I watch as the water creates bubbles and decide that I can hide myself under the bubbles. That's a great idea! Maybe I'm finally getting my clever brain back.

I turn the hot water top off when it's filled up a bit and put some cold water in it. When I think it's ready I tell Percy to wait outside while I undress and then ease myself into the hot bath. I cover myself as much as possible with the bubbles and then tell Percy to come in.

He walks into the room, his face still red and kneels down by the side of the bath. "What first?" he asks, not meeting my eye.

"My hair?" I suggest and he nods. He grabs a cup and pours the water over my head, wetting my hair. He then gets some lemon shampoo and starts massaging it into my head.

I close my eyes and tuck my head so my chin is against my chest. This feels nice. The way Percy's soft hands massage my head in circular motions makes me want to go to sleep. I find myself closing my eyes and letting out a soft moan. My eyes fly open, my face heats up. Did I really just moan louder than I thought I did? Percy chuckles. I did.

"That feels nice?" he asks.

"Amazing," I admit.

"Good. You need to relax," he replies.

He rinses my hair out and then applies conditioner. Once again he massages the soap into my hair, the liquid making my wet curls un-knot and soft. "You should be a massager," I say sleepily. He laughs.

"I don't like the thought of touching other girls," he whispers. What does that mean? Other girls? Like we're together and that touching another girl would be wrong. I smile.

He washes my back and then my feet for me before I tell him to leave the room for a second so I can wash everything else. "I'm done," I call and Percy walks in again.

That's when I realise I have to get out of the bath. Which means I have to stand up… naked in front of Percy. Realisation crosses Percy's features and he blushes… again.

He grabs a towel and holds it up. "Come on," he says. "It's nothing I haven't seen, right?" I nod reluctantly and slowly stand up; my eyes never leaving Percy's while his stay on mine. I find myself loving him even more when I notice that his eyes don't move away from mine once, which means he's not looking at me.

I hold onto the sink to help me out of the bath and once I'm on the floor Percy wraps the soft towel around me. I smile and whisper, "Thank you."

"Anytime," he whispers back and then leaves the room.

AN: Okay, it wasn't my best and it's not really important to the story but all my Percy Jackson stories seem to only have about twenty chapter whereas my Hunger Games stories are longer. That's why I'm making 'meaningless' chapters. Sorry, guys. But anyway we're a step close to some drama- that's another reason. I don't want the story to go too fast, you know? I also think that Annabeth was a little OOC but then again she is pregnant so we don't really know how she would act. Okay, I'll shut up now. Review!