AN: You know, I've only just realised that this story will be ending soon. Like in two or three chapters, soon!

Percy

I stare at the now completed apartment, proud that I had fixed it up and decorated it all by myself but sad that I won't get to live in it with Annabeth and the baby.

I've been dying to just go over to her dad's house and ask her to forgive me and to take me back but she did tell me to not come after her again. Several times I've found myself staring at my cell phone, wishing to pick it up and ring her.

The picture on my phone of the two of us is stuck in the back of my mind and when I close my eyes I can see the picture of us together, me kissing her growing bump.

Gods, the baby could be born now and I wouldn't have even known. Something inside me hopes that if Annabeth hasn't given birth yet that when she does she'd at least call to tell me.

I walk from room to room, taking it in so it's imprinted in my mind. I'm in the living room. I had papered the wall in white paper with red flowers, adding a long red couch to the room, a silver mirror, red curtains and much more.

The floor is made out of a soft wood and decorated with a flowery red rug to match the walls. I had bought a TV and had stuck it to the wall so the baby won't be able to break it or get hurt when she's older.

I had left school so I could focus on the apartment and use all my time fixing it up ready for Annabeth. I had painted the nursery a light pink and bought a white wooden cot with a matching changing table. I had folded all of her clothes neatly and placed them in the wardrobe and chest of draws.

In the kitchen I put the block with knifes on the counter, out of reach from the baby. The cupboards have a safety lock just in case. I've made sure everything that can harm my daughter is locked away. You can call me overprotected but at least I get to act like a father now.

I grab the keys off the kitchen counter once I've finished looking around and slide it into the small envelope. I write Annabeth on the front in my neatest handwriting before sliding the envelope into my pocket.

I rub my tired eyes, exhausted from lack of sleep. All I want to do is go to sleep and never wake up. It's dawned on me that maybe Annabeth doesn't love me and she wanted me to go. That she saw my going to LA as a chance to be free of me.

I shake the thoughts out of my head, knowing that if I carry on thinking that way I'll feel depressed. I throw my coat on before closing the apartment door and locking it with the spare key. Before I leave I post the spare key into the letterbox so Annabeth has a second key in case she loses the first one.

I then leave and slowly walk to Annabeth's dads house. I wonder if he said yes to her moving back in. What if he said no and she's sleeping on the streets or something? Worry fills me and I find myself walking faster.

Before I know it I'm standing in front of my destination. I look up at the bedroom window that I know, if Annie is there, that she sleeps in. I hesitate before climbing up the steps. I pause at the door, not sure if I should knock or just post the envelope inside.

After about two minutes of thinking I decide on the latter and post the envelope through the letterbox. I go to leave, then turn back around, holding my fist up to knock the door, then turn to leave again. I do that several times before I groan and storm down the stone steps.

I run. I don't know where. I don't know for how long. I just… run. When I stop, even more exhausted than before I find myself to be at a bar- but not any bar. I gulp, that day flashing into my head all over again.

I take a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside. It hasn't changed since the first time I came here, nearly nine months ago. I let my eyes scan over the hot room.

Since it's early afternoon few people are here. I walk towards the bar and take a seat on what I'm sure is the same stool I sat on that night. I turn to my right and my eyes fall on a stool a few seats away, also seated at the bar. That was where she sat.

"Can I get you something?" a barman asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look at him. He's the same guy who served me that night. A lump forms in my throat.

"I'll…" I trail off. I haven't drunk since that night. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," the man sighs. He sits down on a stool behind the counter. "I have nothing better to do. Go ahead."

"Okay, so I got my… friend pregnant. I tell her that I'm going to stay with her and look after the kid. I get an offer to go to LA and have a chance of being trained to swim in the Olympics. She heard me say some stuff and told me to go. I stayed but she told me not come after her and…"

"You don't know what to do?" the man finishes. I nod.

"What would you do?" I ask.

The man looks at a spot in the distance and seems to be lost in a memory. "I got a girl pregnant when we were younger. I loved her so much but I was scared. How do you look after a kid when you're not even out of school? I asked her to get rid of it and she said no and left. I realised how stupid I was to even ask that. It's my flesh and blood. I never forgave myself. I tried to call my girl but she told me to leave her alone."

"What did you do?" I ask. He looks me in the eye.

"I did what she said. I left her alone and not a day goes by that I regret my decision. I don't know anything about the baby except that it would be ten years old." The man has tears in his eyes. "It's your choice, man. Do what your heart says, not your head. I chose my head over my heart."

I can hear a door open behind me but I don't bother to turn around and see who it is.

"My head is telling me to leave her alone, that's what she asked of me to do but my heart's telling me to go after her," I whisper.

"Then do it. Now. Don't make the same mistake as I did," the barman says. I nod and stand up.

"Thanks for sharing the story, man. I think you should go find your girl and kid and tell them what you just told me," I say.

"You think they'd forgive me?" he asks.

I nod. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

Then I turn around…

Annabeth

I knock on Percy's moms apartment door, panting and ignoring the weird feeling in my stomach. Sally opens it a few minutes later and her eyes widen.

"Annabeth?" she whispers. "Come in."

"I don't have time to talk," I say. "Where's Percy?"

"He's not here," she replies. Tears fill my eyes and I squeeze my eyes shut. He's not here. He's in LA.

"Great," I mutter. "Just frigging great!"

"He should be back soon," Sally says.

"It's all my fault he's gon- what?"

"He's been working on the apartment for the last two weeks. He left school so he could spend as much time as possible on it so it would be ready for you," Sally explains.

"Wait! H-he's in New York?" I ask.

Sally nods. "He loves you, both of you."

I don't even say goodbye as I run down the hall and to the elevator. If he were walking from my dad's house to his mom's apartment then he'd have to go through town. And it takes around twenty minutes to arrive. Since I've been running it took me around ten minutes to get here. So Percy will still be in town somewhere. I have to find him.

I step into the elevator and press the button for the bottom floor. I tap my foot impatiently and rub my aching stomach. A thought hits me. These pains are familiar. Oh no. Oh god, no!

The elevator doors open and I run outside the apartment building. "Not now," I whisper, glaring at my bump. "Hold on a while longer." I speed walk into town, my eyes scanning every face for the familiar sea green eyes.

I look inside shop windows, realising that he could be inside, buying stuff. Then my eyes fall on a small building on the corner. From the outside it looks old but I know from the last time I was in there that it's not that bad, except for the smelly toilets, but I guess even they weren't terrible.

It's like a magnet is forcing me to cross the road and walk towards the building. This bar is where everything happened. I push the doors open and step inside. It looks the same as it did nearly nine months ago.

My eyes scan across the room and land on a raven-haired man, sitting on a stool in front of the bar, his back facing me. I'm sure that's the seat Percy was sitting on those many months ago.

"My head is telling me to leave her alone, that's what she asked of me to do but my heart's telling me to go after her," the man whispers.

"Then do it. Now. Don't make the same mistake as I did," the barman says. The raven-haired guy nods and stands up.

"Thanks for sharing the story, man. I think you should go find your girl and kid and tell them what you just told me," The man says.

"You think they'd forgive me?" the barman asks.

The man nods. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

The man turns around and my eyes widen.

"Percy," I whisper. I'm frozen to the spot in shock. He's here. He really is and he wants me. "My head is telling me to leave her alone, that's what she asked of me to do but my heart's telling me to go after her," he'd said.

"Annabeth," he whispers back.

"You're here," I say, quietly. He nods.

"You and my daughter are more important than swimming," he replies. Tears fill my eyes.

"It's all my fault. I told you to go. I didn't listen to what you were saying. I just assumed that that's what you wanted," I say. He steps forward and takes my hands in his.

"Take me back, please?" he whispers, his lips nearly brushing mine.

There's a twinge in my stomach, like something breaking. I open my mouth to reply, "Of cour-"

And that's when my water breaks…

AN: What do you think? Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes. I couldn't wait to get this chapter up! Review?