AN: I need to warn you before you start reading. I don't know anyone who has gone through a divorce. I've done a little research so I'm not going in blind but things I write may not be true. I'm sorry it's kind of short.

R&R…

A Week Later

Annabeth

"I want full custody of my children."

"I understand but your husband also wants full custody so you're going to have to fight for it. You'll need to prove that he's unfit to have full custody and tell me everything you know so I can argue against his lawyer," Piper McLean, my lawyer, replies. "Do you have any photos that show any sign of neglect or abuse?"

"Luke never touched our children or neglected them," I admit, resting my head in my hands. "He worked- all the time. He was never there. The kids never saw him. When he was around them he never knew how to act. He doesn't know how to be a dad."

"This is going to be a long and hard fight if you don't have any real evidence of Luke being a bad father," Piper points out.

"Isn't the fact that he never saw his kids enough?" I ask.

"No. He was working, putting a roof over your head and food on the table," my lawyer replies.

"He cheated on me many times. Half the time he said he was working he was off with other women!"

"Do you have evidence of that?" Piper asks.

"No," I sigh. "This is harder than I thought it would be."

"I'm sure it's hard for all of your family. My job is to help you get custody so you need to give me something to work with."

"He told my dad I was dead. No person who can lie to someone like that can be fit to look after three children? He called my dad and told him I died in the 9/11 attacks. Can't you work with that?" I ask.

I watch as my lawyer writes something in her book while I wait for her to answer. After a while of silence I sigh and let my eyes scan the large office. The walls, I notice, are a soft green colour that looks great against the wooden floor. One of the walls is made from glass, giving me a view of the city outside.

"Maybe," Piper speaks up, bringing me out of my thoughts. "But that is mostly about you and not focused around your kids. We are going to have to finish here today but our next appointment is on Friday so maybe you'll have something useful by then."

I nod and stand up.

"Thank you," I reply and shake her hand.

I grab my bag and car keys and leave the room. I press the button and wait for the elevator while I try and hold in the scream that I am so desperate to let out. I'm relieved when the doors open and I find that the elevator is empty. I wait for the doors to close before I let out a loud scream and kick one of the elevator walls.

In this moment I have never felt more alone.

Percy

"Hi, Rachel," I greet, opening my new apartment door and letting my ex-wife in.

"Nice place," she says, walking in and looking around. I turn after closing the door and look around myself. There are boxes everywhere and clothes dumped in one corner of the large room that is going to be the living area.

"It will be when I'm finished with it," I reply.

"Mommy!" Lilly yells, running into the room. She throws her arms around her mom and I watch with a small smile on my face as Rachel tickles our daughter.

"Hey, Sweetie," Rachel says and kisses Lilly's head before putting her back on her feet. "What do you think of daddy's new place?"

"It's plain and boring but daddy said I could help paint. Come look! We've started to paint my room pink!" Lilly squeaks and drags Rachel towards the hallway that leads to the bathroom and three bedrooms.

I chuckle and go over to the kitchen area. I wait for the water to boil in the kettle before I pour both Rachel and I coffee. I lift myself up to sit on the marble countertop and take a sip of my hot drink as I lean against the small cupboard behind my head.

The last week has been stressful with the whole move but it's worth it since I get to see Lilly whenever I want. There is another person I'd love to see but I know knocking on her door when she told me to give her time wouldn't be fair. I just hope she's okay.

Rachel comes into the room a few minutes later and thanks me for the coffee. "Where's Lilly?" I ask as I run my hands through my greasy hair. I need a shower.

"She's watching a movie in your room. I can't say I'm surprised that the first thing you set up was the TV," Rachel teases.

I offer up a weak smile and Rachel frowns.

"What's the matter? You've seemed real down lately," she comments, jumping up to sit on the counter opposite me.

"I did something bad," I admit, closing my eyes so I can't see her reaction.

"Do I want to know?" Rachel asks. I shrug. "Just tell me."

"I slept with Annabeth."

"What?"

"Annabeth and I had sex," I say.

"I understood you the first time, Percy!" Rachel huffs. "She's married, right?"

"Going through a divorce, actually," I offer.

"That doesn't make it right," Rachel says.

"I know. She wasn't there when I woke up. I feel terrible. I called her a week ago and she asked for me to give her time but I just need to see her," I reply.

"Maybe she wants to see you."

"I don't think so. The last thing she would want right now is a guy on her back while she's going through a divorce," I retort, letting my anger get the best of me.

"Sorry," I add when I've calmed down a little.

"It's okay. Maybe you're what she wants. She probably needs a little support. I bet she feels alone. I give it three days."

"Excuse me?" I ask, confused.

"I give it three days until she calls," Rachel explains.

"I hope you're right."

My phone rings and I feel my breath catch in my throat when I look at the caller ID. Rachel was wrong. She said Annabeth would call in three days and it's only been four hours. I swallow hard, clear my throat and press the phone to my ear.

"Annabeth?"

"Percy," she breathes.

"I'm sorry."

"No. I'm sorry," she replies.

"No-" I start but she cuts me off.

"I don't want to argue. I just- I feel so alone. I need someone to talk to and-"

This time I cut her off. "I'll be right over."

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