A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. R&R

Perci spent her time at the bottom of the lake. Sitting in the sand. The naiads had offered to braid her hair but she declined. They waved and Perci was alone again. Except for the few fish that swam by. She sat there thinking about what she just said. She was an idiot. Why did she even say that. Stupid.

"Does he even like me?" She buried her head into her knees. She felt a warm current in the water. She looked up and saw the silhouette of a sea creature. She immediately perked up when she saw Rainbow. He whinnied and urged her to ride him. She mounted the hippocampi and together they raced through the water. She spotted her father's palace. She made her way in and waved goodbye to Rainbow. She saw her father sitting on his throne alone.

"Perci." He smiled.

"Hi dad…" she mumbled.

"So...who doesn't like you?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No one dad."

"Come on. You can tell me."

"I don't think you'd like it very much…"

"Well shoot."

"I like this boy and I don't know if he likes me. You know how Anthony and I broke up right? Well it has been a while since then and I'm starting to really care for this guy." She explained. "And then I indirectly told him to ask me out on a date."

"Then this boy should very well ask you out shouldn't he? I mean that is what you want isn't it?"

"Kind of…"

"Then that settles it. Does this mean it's time to have the talk?"

"OH GODS DAD! I'm 18 I already know about the talk."

"Perci, please I had this whole talk thought out." He pleaded.

"Why are you so determined to have the talk with me?"

"Because you're my only demigod child. Please! I won't feel like a real dad if I don't tell you about the birds and the bees."

"...Fine…" She sighed.

"Yes! Alright, you see Perci. It's like fishing."

"Gods dad…."

"Hush now child, no interrupting. Where was I...Oh yes, it's a lot like fishing. You have to have patience. There are plenty of fish in the sea..." Perci swore she would have facepalmed at her dad's fishy puns. But she had to listen to her dad. "You need the right bait to lure them in. Once they grab a hold of the bait, you have to reel them in gently, let it go and then reel them in. You have to beg them for more. And if they aren't with you till the very end that fish wasn't the right one for you. And you go looking for a different fish."

"Dad, that's really nice and all. And I may never see fishing the same way ever again. But what about the actual baby making process? Not that I don't already know about it, but please elaborate."

"Perci do I detect sarcasm?" Poseidon asked eyeing his daughter in a joking manner. She smiled at him. "Anyways, you see when two people fall in love they engage in a little activity known as sex. That is when the male parts meet with the female parts and soon they have a baby. Unless you use protection."

"Oh thank the gods. You didn't go in so much detail. I bet the Athena kids must get temporarily scarred if their mother explained it to them."

"Oh I agree."

"So I guess I'll see you around."

"Of course. And really...I do hope you use protection, let alone wait till you're married."

"Dad." She blushed. Poseidon just laughed at his daughter's disposition.

"Just be safe."

"I will. Love you. Tell Amphitrite and Triton I said hi. Also, tell Tyson I love the gift, his craftsmanship is absolutely out of this world." She gushed. Poseidon nodded and whistled. Rainbow came swimming up to Perci. She waved to her father one last time and they swam back up to shore. After making sure that the area was clear of harpies she tossed a sugar cube to Rainbow who did a flip. She ran back to her cabin and fell asleep to the sound of trickling water. She was glad that Tyson was able to fix it up. Her half-brother was just cool like that. She drifted off into a dreamless and comfortable sleep. Ones that were rare for demigods.

Tyler was tossing and turning in bed. He was in a flying metal death trap known as...wait for it...you guessed it a plane. His knuckles were white from grasping onto the arm rests. His stomach immediately sank as he felt a jolt of turbulence. One of his recurring nightmares. Before he knew it he was falling plummeting down to earth. He was flailing uselessly. He was going to be a demigod pancake in no time. He was inches away from the ground, but before he could be squashed he was sitting in a chair. The smell of lotuses filled his nostrils. Flowers were floating in a small pond. Peacocks roaming around the little outdoor garden. Tyler wanted to yell. Of all the places he could be right now he had to be here.

"Tyler Grace...I'm still waiting on that grandchild."

"By the gods. You are seriously going all Rumpelstiltskin on me."

"Please, as if I'd ever act like that hooligan." She said with distaste. "Now, I want you to have a grandchild before this year is over."

"Okay you and I both know that's impossible."

"Child I meant she should be expecting a child by the end of the year." She looked at Tyler as if he was the one that was dropped out of Mount Olympus instead of Hephaestus.

"Oh, that makes sense...but you're the freaking goddess of marriage. Shouldn't we I don't know...Be married before all this?"

"Of course. But that can wait."

"You really are a crazy hippie bag lady."

"I would just love to strike you where you stand." She growled but soon calmed down. "But you resemble your father far too much for me to do so."

"That and the fact that he'll have your hide."

"Back to the matter at hand. So it is said let it be done." She pulled down her staff, hitting the ground. Tyler woke up with a bang.

"Crazy bitch." The sky rumbled. "Yeah you were supposed to hear that." He went back to sleep. Jason was sound asleep. So asleep in fact that he was snoring like a dying bird. Tyler got up and roundhouse kicked Jason out of bed. He awoke after being met face first with the ground.

"The Hades was that for!?" He exclaimed rubbing his sore face. Tyler just smirked at him.

"Because, I'm your older brother. And I just can." He stated snuggling back under his covers. Jason huffed. Before he too went back to sleep.