AN: I've been slow in updating all my stories but since it's the holidays I'm going to try harder to update. Sorry about any spelling/grammar mistakes.

I have a new Peeta/Katniss Hunger Games story called 'A Mistake' and I'd love id if you'd all go read and review it if you haven't already.

I left you with a cliffhanger last chapter, huh? Heehee, I like being mean sometimes. Go ahead and read on…

Annabeth

"Well, I'm not her mom…"

Percy's eyes widen and he stares at me, confusion thick in his sea-green eyes. "What?"

"It's a long story," I huff.

"I have enough time to hear it," Percy replies. "If you want to share."

I don't normally tell my story to anyone but I nod hesitantly and start:

"I had a huge crush on Luke in high school, when we were eighteen. He was the hot jock that everyone wanted and I was the geeky girl that never went to parties and had few friends. Anyway, Luke started talking to me and flirting and I felt… special, I guess. We started dating. My friends hated him because he was cocky and arrogant but I just ignored what they said and they stopped talking to me.

"My dad didn't like him either. He said that he was trouble and that he didn't want me around him. Again, I didn't listen, though deep down I knew that Luke was an asshole. So, we'd been dating for around three months when he wanted more from me, he was always putting a hand up my shirt and trying to take it further but I didn't want to do more as we'd only been together a few months. It got him angry after a few months and I was scared that he'd leave so I did it, I gave in and we had sex.

"The next day at school everyone knew how he'd 'banged the hardest girl to get' and I found out that all along it was a bet that if he could sleep with me before the end of the school year then he'd get $200. I left him though he said that it was a bet at first but then he fell in love with me. I believed him and took him back though it took months for me to trust him.

"I was his date at Prom and he proposed to me on the dance floor. I thought it was romantic and that he really did love me. I said 'yes'. My dad went crazy. He said that I was too young and that Luke didn't love me. I haven't talked to my dad since. I ran away with Luke and we got married in Las Vegas. I would've preferred a more traditional wedding but I was young and stupid."

Percy didn't say anything so I carried on, "We moved here and Luke went to Law school while I went to college- I wanted to be an architect. We only saw each other on weekends but I thought that being apart made me want him more and that he would feel the same. After we both finished college and university I got hired at an architecture company. I was the one who planned and drew the buildings and helped make them. I loved my job.

"By that time I was twenty-three and a few months later I found out I was pregnant with the twins. Luke and I sold our little apartment and bought a house. I quit work because Luke thought it would be better for the kids if I were a stay at home mom. I wish I were still working now. I loved my job so much but at the same time I loved being with the kids all the time."

"What happened next?" Percy asks.

I continued: "When the twins were five and I twenty-eight Luke got offered a job with better money and he accepted. He changed. He turned snobbier and cockier and made sure that we had the latest cars and expensive clothes. At first, he came home at the time he was meant to finish work but he got later and later until we barely saw him. When I was thirty, three years ago, I asked Luke for a divorce. We'd been arguing all the time over him never being home and I thought I would go insane staying with him.

"He begged me not to leave because it would ruin his business and because he loved me. The thing is I didn't love him but I stayed because he said he'd come home early and take days off. We went on a romantic holiday, just the two of us and it was okay, I guess. When we went home he did what he said he would and came home early but then things returned to the way they did before and he got home later and later again until we never saw him.

"Now, this is the best part. It happened about seven months after I asked for a divorce," I say and as I tell Percy the story I go back to that day:

(Flashback)

I was busy washing the dishes that the twins had used at breakfast when there was a loud knock on the door. I wiped my hands on a towel before going into the hall and answering it. I didn't expect to see a girl looking at me. Her blonde hair and blue eyes seemed familiar but I couldn't place my finger on who she looked like.

"Hello," I said, kindly.

"Hi," the girl replied. "I'm looking for someone and a neighbour told me that he lived here."

"Okay. Who is it you want?" I asked.

"Luke Castellan," the girl replied.

"Yes, he lives here but I'm afraid he's at work right now. Do you want me to pass on a message?" I asked.

"Sure. Can you just tell him that his daughter is looking for him?" she said and my eyes widened.

"I'm sorry but he doesn't have a daughter," I answered though I knew now that it was Luke the girl resembled. I gulped.

"My birth certificate says otherwise," the girl said and pulled a piece of paper out the backpack she'd been holding.

I read the certificate, my eyes tearing up at my husbands name next to the caption 'Father'. The girls' mom was called Calypso Wyatt.

"You can come in and wait for him," I told her and led her into the living room.

I looked at the certificate again and saw that her name was Jessica Marie Castellan and she her birth date showed she was twelve years old. Twelve years ago Luke and I had started dating.

A part of me was relieved that he might not have had an affair as he could've slept with the girl before we started dating. I called Luke's work and ordered his secretary to tell him to come home right away or we'd be getting a divorce.

He was home in half an hour and was shocked to come home to a kid sitting in the living room.

"Who's this?" Luke asked me.

"You tell me," I snapped and shoved the girl's birth certificate into his hands. He stared at it and his eyes widened and face paled.

"I don't know anyone called Calypso," Luke told me.

"You're lying. Jessica looks just like you, Luke. Now, tell me the truth," I demanded.

He slumped onto the couch, opposite Jessica and sighed. "She's my daughter."

"And how many times did you sleep with this Calypso?" I asked, sitting next to Jessica.

"About ten times," Luke admitted. Bile rose in my throat but I forced myself to swallow it.

"When or before we were together?" I asked.

He wouldn't look me in the eyes and I knew the answer before he even said the words. "When we were together."

Angry tears filled my eyes and I stood up and started pacing before stopping and staring at my husbands' daughter. She looked scared.

"Where's your mom, Sweetheart?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I was dumped in a care home when I was a baby and I ran away a few days ago after I found my birth certificate in my care homes' office. I wanted to find my dad so we could be a family."

(End)

"I felt guilty so Luke and I took her in after signing papers at the care home. Luke and I haven't been the same since. Jess and I don't get along because she thinks it's my fault that Luke and her mom couldn't be together and that was why she was put in care," I explain, coming out of the flashback to find that tears are streaming down my face and I am wrapped in Percy's arms.

"I'm so sorry," Percy whispers into my hair.

I wipe my eyes quickly but stay in Percy's arms. I don't care that another man is holding me. I feel safe and Percy is only comforting me. My head is on his chest and one of his arms is around my shoulders, the other resting on my waist.

I move a little to get more comfortable and I bury my head in Percy's neck. I sniff and I breathe in the smell of his cologne. I feel him shiver as my breath hits his skin and not really thinking about what I'm doing I brush my lips against his Adam's apple.

"Annabeth," he whispers and I look up. I bet I look both terrible and crazy with puffy red eyes from crying and want in my silver orbs.

"What?" I whisper back.

"I think you've had too many beers," he says, his eyes never leaning mine.

"I don't think I have. I feel fine here. With you," I reply quietly.

Without another thought or word I press my lips to his…

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