AN: Don't kill me! I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't resist! Do you know what I'm talking about? No? Well, a few days ago I updated/started another story called 'Right Here Waiting'.

I know I really probably shouldn't have because I have like a million stories going already but like I said, I couldn't resist. It's a Percabeth story and I hope that anyone interested will go read it. Thank you.

I'd like to thank Mini Jackson for giving me the ten-year idea. I also want to apologise for being stupid before and forgetting to thank you and also for forgetting to put your name on the top of this update earlier. If it wasn't for your idea then I wouldn't be carrying on with this story so thank you!

Chapter Seventeen

Annabeth

When I wake up the other side of the bed is cold. I groan, wishing to have Percy's warm body next to mine so I can cuddle up to him. My eyes fly open when I realise that if Percy isn't here, he must be somewhere else.

I sit up and look out the window, the dark sky telling me that I've slept all day and into the night. Where is Percy? The events of the last twenty-four hours come back to me like a blow to the head.

I slowly stand up, bringing the bed quilt with me and wrapping it tightly around myself. I walk over to the door and turn the light on, revealing my surroundings. The hotel walls are a pale blue; with a cream couch that I have to admit, even though I love this hotel, looks uncomfortable, to the side and the large king sized bed I'd just been sleeping on to the right.

I walk over to the kitchen area and make myself a glass of water. It's when I bend over the sink, squeezing the counter until my knuckles are white, when I notice the note stuck to the fridge from the corner of my eye.

I drop the warm blanket and lean over to grab the small piece of paper. I squint my eyes so I can see the writing with my blurry eyes. In the bar, is all it says. And that's all I need to know. I grab the quilt and throw it back onto the bed after I finish my glass of water.

I don't even bother to check my appearance before I'm out the door and heading to the elevator to get to the bottom floor where the bar is situated.

Once there I scan my eyes across the room and they land on a raven-haired man, his back to me as he sits on a stool at the bar. I can see an empty glass of what I assume is an alcoholic drink and frown.

The last time Percy had a few to drink he got me pregnant. I didn't mind it that time, of course, because a beautiful little girl that I love more than anything came out of it. And I can't talk because I was drunk too. What I don't like about it this time is that I know he isn't celebrating anything.

I make my way towards him, ignoring the looks I receive from men older and younger than myself. When I reach my fiancé I wrap my arms around his waist from behind making him jump in surprise.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, my lips touching his ear.

"I feel better than I did two hours ago," he slurs, turning around on his stool so out chests are pressed together. He wraps his arms around my waist and pecks my lips. I can taste and smell the whiskey and I make a face.

"How much have you drunk?" I ask, trying to sound soft and calm but also stern. I don't think tonight is going to be good.

"I- umm…" he trails off and turns his head a little so he's facing the barman. "Hey, man, you know how much I've drunk?"

"Too much," the man replies, flashing me a 'Good luck with him' smile. I sigh.

"We better go," I say.

"Noo, Anniebeth, you just got here and I haven't told…" he trails off, trying to remember the barman's name. He finally gives up and continues, "…Whatever his name is, that you, my dear, is going to be my fiancé and that we are havin' another baby!"

"Congratulations," the barman says. He turns to face me. "You want me to get someone to help you with him?"

"No thanks. I can manage," I reply. The man nods before walking off to serve someone else.

Percy faces me, a tired smile on his face. "How wass y-your nap?" he stutters, the letter 's' dragging out, sounding like a hiss.

"It would've been better if you'd stayed so I could have slept with you," I reply. I try to fight the anger starting to burn in my stomach.

"Anniebeth, if you want to go back to our room and sleep with me then all you had to do was ask," he slurs, grinning like an idiot. I didn't mean it like that. That's it.

"Get up," I snap.

"B-but," he stutters, doing puppy dog eyes that makes him look like our daughter. "… I haven't had another drink."

"And you won't for the rest of your life, Perseus Jackson!" I growl, grabbing a hold of his jacket and dragging him out of his seat. He stumbles a little and I tighten my grip on him.

He laughs and pulls me to him. "You know I normally hate you using my full name but today you saying it sounds sexy."

"Percy," I say in a warning tone. "If you don't get into our hotel room in five minutes then I'm not going to lay a finger on you for a whole month."

His eyes widen.

"What are we waiting for?" he mutters, weaving his fingers through mine and leading me to the elevator.

He stumbles into the elevator once the double doors open and once again I have to grab him to stop him from falling.

"If you ever do this to me again, Seaweed Brain," I snap. "I'm not in the mood to be looking after you!"

"I'm sorry, okay? You're not the only one in a mood!" He snaps, suddenly sounding half sober. Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to end well?

"I'm pregnant, a few hours ago I found out one of my most favourite people in the world is dead, and now I have to look after you! So I'm sorry that I'm not in the greatest of moods, Percy!" I growl, frustrated tears stinging my eyes. Thank gods we're the only two in the elevator.

"Apology excepted," he says cockily. I glare at him.

"I hope you have a nice sleep… on the couch," I snap, storming out of the elevator after it stops on our floor.

I stamp to my room and barge inside. I don't even bother to turn the light on as I drop onto the bed. I throw a pillow at Percy.

"You can have that and you can find your own blanket," I snap. "Good night." With out waiting for a reply I turn on my side and squeeze my eyes shut, only for silent tears to flood my cheeks. Stupid hormones!

I rest my hand on my stomach and give it a gentle rub, selfishly trying not think about Chiron. "Calypssss-o came up here earlier," Percy whispers. I don't answer and he continues to speak while I pretend not to listen. "She said that Chiron died of a heart attack." A sob escapes my mouth. "You want to hear the rest?"

I think it would be better if I heard it all now rather than later. "Go on," I mutter.

"It happened the morning he found our notes. The morning after we lest." I'm out of bed in seconds, running to the bathroom. I get there just in time before the bile flies out of my throat.

I can hear Percy run after me and feel him hold my hair out of my face with one hand and rub my back with the other. "I shouldn't have told you," he mutters, kissing my forehead.

I shake my head, wanting to tell him that I wanted to know but even though I'm still not being sick, I'm still gagging.

I lean over the toilet for another five minutes before I let Percy take my hand and lead me to the bed. I don't say anything as he lays me down and tucks me in before sliding in beside me.

I don't hesitate to move closer to him, flinging a leg around his legs and burying my face in his chest. I drench his shirt with my tears in seconds so he takes it off, making me feel even warmer.

"Never leave me," I mutter, sobs still wracking my body.

"I won't. You know I will never be able to stand a day without you by my side. I love you," he whispers and kisses my forehead.

That's the last thing I hear before I give in to sleep…

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