AN: I've closed the poll and the results revealed that I will be naming their child... YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND FIND OUT!

Annabeth

I run out of the school and into the heavy rain. The drops of water mix in with my tears as I try to run home. It's kind of hard to run when you're pregnant and I bet running isn't exactly good for the baby since I'm meant to be in bed.

"Annabeth!" I hear Percy yell from behind me but I don't stop.

I should've known that he didn't want this. Come on, who really wants to be stuck looking after a baby at seventeen years old when they could be chasing after their dreams?

"Annabeth!" he yells again. I stop, not because he's calling me but because I have a terrible pain in my stomach and I can barely breathe.

"Leave me alone," I sob while gasping for air. Would I be crying like this if I weren't pregnant? Probably not- Hormones are annoying!

"Look," he starts. "What you heard- I didn't mean it. I don't want to go. I want you; I've always wanted you-" I cut him off.

"You don't!" I snap. "You want to swim. You want a life. A baby is just going to make your life difficult!"

"I don't care. I love you and I love the baby!" he yells.

His black hair is stuck to his forehead and through the heavy rain I can make out tears in his eyes. I want to throw myself into his arms and beg him to stay but that would be selfish. He needs to follow his dreams. At least one of us can have the life we dreamed of.

Less than nine months ago I couldn't wait to be an architect. I couldn't wait to build something permanent and travel the world, looking for inspiration. I can't do that with a baby. I love the baby but it's stopped me from doing so much.

I take a deep breath and take a step backwards, putting more space between Percy and me. He takes a step forward and I hold my hand up to stop him from coming any further.

"You need to go. You could get so much if you take up the offer. You could get a huge house, a nice car, designer clothes." All the things I know he doesn't care about…

"But I don't want any of that," he insists.

"Percy, I will never forgive myself if I don't let you go. I will always wonder if you really want this. And maybe you do but at the same time I know you want to be an Olympic swimmer. You want to stand with a gold medal around your neck at first place, feeling proud."

"I feel proud knowing that we're going to have a beautiful daughter… together!" he says.

I shake my head. "No."

"What? So, you're going to stop me from seeing her?" he cries. I shrug.

"You can see her, you're her father. But you should follow your dreams. A baby will only hold you down. Forget about us, Percy," I whisper.

"I will never forget about you," he says. "I love you."

"I know."

"Don't you love me, too?" he asks. It would be easier if I said I didn't love him but that would be a lie.

"Of course I love you. I'm letting you do this because I love you. It would be better if you went," I whisper and then walk away.

I can hear his footsteps behind me but I don't turn around. I arrive at his apartment and knock the door. "Hi," Sally greets, opening the door. Her smile disappears when she see's my red eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Annabeth, please," Percy begs, coming out of the elevator and heading towards me.

"Percy, just go, please," I reply and run into his room. I slam the door shut and throw all my clothes into a large bag.

The door flies open seconds later and Percy walks in. "I want to stay, Annabeth, I really do," he says.

I shake my head and carry on stuffing my clothes into the bag. "Where are you going to go?" he asks, worry thick in his voice.

"Home," I whisper.

"Here is your home," he whispers back. He's right. I always feel at home here. Back at my dad's house I always feel on edge- like something is going to snap and we're going to go back to our old arguing ways.

"Percy, I need to let you go. It will be better for both of us. You can follow your dreams and I won't have to feel guilty about holding you down or making you stay," I reply.

"You're not making me stay, I want to."

"But you don't!" I yell, finally turning around and looking at him. "I heard what you said!"

Percy looks at the floor, guiltily. I didn't want the last time I saw him end with me yelling but he needs to go. I don't want him to be unhappy.

I turn back to the bag and zip it up. I swing it over my shoulder and say quietly, "Can you get your mom or Paul to bring the baby clothes over? You can have the apartment."

"No, you have it and I'll bring the stuff over myself," he replies.

"No, Percy, I can't see you again," I mutter. If he comes after me I know I won't have the strength to tell him to leave again.

"Fine," he whispers.

"Don't come after me, please," I beg.

I walk out of the room. Sally is pale and standing in the kitchen. "Where are you going?" she asks, sadly.

"I'm going back to my dad's," I reply. She nods, tears welling up in her eyes. I drop my bag and throw my arms around her. She hugs me back and kisses my cheek.

"Do what you think is best," she whispers. I nod, grab my bag and turn to leave. "Do you want a ride?"

"No," I call over my shoulder. I open the door. "I need some air." With that I leave.

It takes me about fifteen minutes to get to my dad's house. By the time I arrive my clothes and drenched, my hair stuck to my cheeks, my eyes are stinging and I feel exhausted. I don't have to look in a mirror to know I look terrible.

I take a nervous breath and knock the door. I have to be strong. I have to be brave. I can hear my dad telling the twins to sit down through the door and seconds later the door swings open. I watch as my dad's eyes widen.

"Annie?" he whispers.

I break. I let out a loud sob and sink to the floor. "Dad," I sob.

So much for being strong.

"What's the matter?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me.

"C-can I stay here for a while?" I whisper.

"Of course you can. I'm sorry I let you go in the first place," he replies and then calls out, "Sue! Will you come get Annie's bag?"

"Annie!" I hear the twins squeal from the living room. I don't have the strength to reply.

"Let's get you to bed," my dad whispers and starts climbing the stairs.

We reach my bedroom and he pushes me door open. I lift my head a little as he takes me inside and I'm happy to see that nothing has changed, nothing has been moved.

He lays me on the bed as I continue to cry. He tucks me in and sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't done this in so long, years even.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"No," I cry and he nods. He kisses my forehead and stands up.

"Just sleep. We'll talk when you're ready," he says and then leaves.

Percy

I pace back and forth in my bedroom, running my hands through my hair. Should I go after her again? What will she say? Maybe she wants me to go, for real.

Maybe she doesn't love me anymore and wants to get rid of me. "Percy," my mom whispers, opening my bedroom door. There are tears in her eyes but I know I look much worse than her. I'll even admit that I've been crying.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"Do I look it?" I snap and immediately regret it. "Sorry."

"What happened?" she asks.

"Some guy wants to train me to be an Olympic swimmer," I explain, sitting on the bed and putting my head in my hands.

"That's great," she replies, sitting next to me and rubbing my shoulder.

"No, it's not. I have to go to LA, mom," I whisper.

"Oh," she mutters. "And I guess Annabeth thinks it's best if you go?"

"Yep," I mumble. "And the thing is I don't know what to do. She told me not to go after her."

"It's your decision. I will support you in whatever decision you decide," she says.

"Thanks," I reply.

She stands up, grabs my phone off my desk and puts it in my lap. Then she leaves. I stare at the phone on my lap for about ten minutes before picking it up.

I dial the number on the man's card and pause before pressing the button and holding my cell phone to my ear.

"Hello?" Charles greets on the other end.

"Good evening, Sir, it's Percy- Percy Jackson," I say.

"Oh, Percy. Thanks for calling. Have you made a decision yet?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply. "I've decided that I'm going to…"

AN: Sorry, but I had to leave you hanging. ;) Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. Next chapter is going to be a few weeks later. You'll find out what decision Percy made and… I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do. You have to wait and find out.

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