AN: I'm trying my hardest to update all my stories as soon as possible but it's harder than I thought. The Little Mockingjay will be over in a few chapters which will give me more time for my other stories so that should count for something, right?

Two Weeks Later

Annabeth

I stare at my bedroom door, lost in my thoughts and trying not to fall asleep. Lately all I've been doing is eating and sleeping. I haven't got out of bed for three days and I know that's what I'm meant to do but it's boring. I just can't find the energy to do anything.

I feel so tired all the time and today is no different since the baby kept me awake all night by kicking like a footballer. I'm starting to think she's going to be a swimmer, just like her dadd- I shake my head. Don't think about him. You don't need to cry all over again.

I haven't seen him in two weeks. I don't know if he's in New York or if he went to LA like I told him to. Even thinking about him makes tears well in my eyes. Why did I tell him to go? Why did I yell at him like a mad woman? It's my entire fault he's gone. It's my fault that my baby isn't going to have a dad.

A knock on my bedroom door brings me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I mutter, thinking it's probably Sue bringing me breakfast. The door opens and in walks… Thalia? "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, too," she grins, rolling her eyes and dropping onto the bed. "I haven't seen or talked to you in more than two weeks and since it's a Saturday I decided to come give you a visit."

"Aww, did you miss me?" I say, trying to tease her so I don't sound as sad and depressed as I feel.

"Hmm, I guess I did a tiny bit," she admits, smirking. She looks at my stomach and her eyes widen. "You've grown!"

"Don't even mention her. I think I'm going to pop any minute and I'm terrified! But yes, I've grown," I reply.

"I can see that. Gods, your huge, Fatty!" she chuckles.

"It's not funny and don't call me Fatty. Besides, your making me sound gigantic and I know there are hundreds of women out there that are bigger than me!" I snap. She shrugs, still laughing.

I let her calm down before saying, "So, what have I been missing?"

"Nothing much, really. Oh, Luke asked Drew out," she replies.

"What? No way. What did she say?" I ask, my fingers crossed.

"No, of course. You should've seen her, Annie. She smacked him across the face and then punched him and then kneed him where it would really hurt. It's safe to say he won't be having any kids," she explains. I grimace at the thought of Drew being pregnant.

"What else?" I ask.

"Connor Stoll got run over." I gasp in horror. "He's okay, don't worry."

"Don't worry- are you crazy? He got run over!" I shriek.

"Calm down, Annie. Seriously, he's not even scratched. It looks like the mommy side of you is kicking in if you're worrying about a Stoll," she says. I blush at the thought.

She's right! I sound like… like a mom! Oh god, that's bad. Moms are protective, they over-react, they worry about the tiniest of things but at the same time it's a good thing, I guess. I wonder if Per- I mean, he is feeling like I am. I wonder if he's worrying about us.

I bite my lip and look Thalia in the eye before whispering, "Have you seen him?" It's the question I've wanted an answer to for two weeks and I know she'll be able to give me the answer.

She looks down. "I haven't seen him in two weeks, Annie, I'm sorry," she whispers. Tears fill my eyes, my throat closes up, I want to curl up in a ball and sob until I have no tears left to shed. He's gone. He went. I made him leave.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, hoping to keep the tears in but instead they flood over and start swimming down my cheeks. So much for not crying again. "Annabeth," Thalia whispers.

"I'm fine. It's the baby, she makes me cry rivers over nothing," I half-lie.

"You want me to leave?" she asks. I go to say no but then stop and think about the answer. I bet she wants to get out of here. Who would want to listen to a fat pregnant girl moan and cry over a boy leaving when it's all her fault anyway?

"I think it would be best," I whisper and she nods before standing up. I turn to my legs are hanging over the bed.

"No, you stay here. I'll let myself out," Thalia says.

"Nah, I need to get up anyway," I reply.

I stand up and wipe my eyes before following my best friend downstairs. I walk her to the door and say goodbye before watching her leave. Once she's gone I head to the kitchen where Sue is washing the kitchen counters clean. "Good morning," she greets, politely.

"Hi," I yawn before dropping onto a stool. "Where's dad?"

"He took the twins to the park for a while," she replies. "Oh, something came in the post for you."

I furrow my brow. "Where is it?" I ask.

She gestures to the microwave where, from my seat, I can see a small white envelope. I stand up and waddle over to the letter. I pick it up and frown at the writing that reads: Annabeth.

I don't recognise the writing. I sigh and rip the top open and slide my hand into the envelope to get the- there's no paper.

I tip the envelope upside down and a key drops onto the cold tiles. My eyes widen. I slowly bend down and pick up the key. He said he'd drop by with the key. "When did this come?" I whisper.

"About five minutes ago," Sue says. I bite my lip.

"Did you see who brought it by?" I question, looking Sue in the eye desperately.

"Oh…" she trails off, realising what I'm asking. "Annabeth, I didn't see the face but I think it was a Guy." It could either be Paul or Percy. Percy could still be in New York. Maybe he has been sick and that's why he hasn't been in school.

"I need to go," I quickly say. "I need to know if he's here."

"Annabeth, are you sure that's a good idea?" Sue asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"But you said so yourself it could be him?" I say.

"Maybe, Annabeth, I said maybe."

"I don't care. These last two weeks have been the worst of my life. I made him leave. I told him to go. It's my fault! I don't want my baby growing up without a dad. If he's here then doesn't that mean he doesn't want to go to LA? Doesn't that mean he wants to be with us?"

I don't wait for her answer and run up the stairs instead.

I throw once of Sue's old maternity shirts over my said with jeans. I slide on sneakers and a coat before waddling downstairs. "I don't know how long I'll be gone," I call over my shoulder.

"Annabeth, you should be resting!" Sue yells.

"When do I ever listen to anyone?" I yell back. I hear her chuckle.

"Do you have your cell phone on you?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, zipping my coat up.

"Then call if anything happens. You know, like you going in labour." I reach for the door handle and stop. What if I do go in labour? I feel suddenly sick.

I shake my head to clear my mind. I have to do this now. I need to know. I need to know if he's here. And if he is then I'm going to get him back…

AN: Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. What did you think? Review?