A/N: There was a lot of interest in this story so I decided to make a part 2 (a long time after I posted the original). This occurs a few years after the original, so maybe it'll help to reread the first part. Whatever suits you best :) Enjoy!

The first thing Annabeth notices when she wakes up Sunday morning is the extra weight on her left hand. The ring is cold and foreign and she feels it under the covers—runs the pad of her thumb over the smooth metal and makes a fist, feeling the small silver band in the crease of her fingers.

It's not unwelcome at all—actually, Annabeth's heart flutters a little and she can feel the heat on her face. She debates pulling her hand out from under the covers for just a peek, but she figures the room is fairly dark and she won't be able to see much. There's hardly any light coming from the window and she briefly wonders why it's so dark before she hears the soft patter of rain against the glass pane. The only source of light comes from the alarm clock at their bedside, and Annabeth rolls over so she can make out the numbers, her back to Percy.

9:00AM.

She groans, thankful that it's a Sunday and she doesn't have to get out of bed for a while, let alone have to do work. Annabeth has other ways she'd like to spend her first day of engagement…

It's kind of funny, she thinks, that she's not nervous at all. Content is a better description. She always knew she and Percy were going to get married—it wasn't really a question. Just a sort of unspoken agreement. After all, they were young and they were definitely in love. But she was never really in a rush to get married either. She had just sort of pushed the idea to the back of her mind as her career had taken off and their relationship had been consistent. But now that everything has settled down with work and their new apartment, she guesses now is as good a time as ever to make the commitment official.

Fiancé. She almost snorts at the fact that Percy has such a fancy title, considering he probably couldn't spell it if his life depended on it.

He shifts in his sleep and Annabeth spares a glance over her shoulder. His torso is sticking out from the cocoon of covers he stole from her and she pulls at them halfheartedly, knowing that they're wrapped around him multiple times and she probably won't get them out.

The movement causes him to shift again in his sleep, this time reaching out to her. He grabs her around the waist, pulls her in close, and she's not entirely sure how conscious he is right now but—hey, she's definitely warmer in his arms.

Annabeth tucks the back of her head under his bicep and takes a deep breath. It's raining less now, light is starting to poke through the windows and filter the room with a dusting of sunshine.

Gently, taking care not to wake him, she pulls her left hand out from under the covers and looks at the ring in the soft glow. Her movements are deliberately slow because she'd like to save herself the embarrassment of having Percy catch her admiring the ring. It glints dimly and…

It's beautiful.

She jumps when she hears him laugh, his shoulders vibrating softly against her back. Of all times for Percy to be a light sleeper it just has to be when she doesn't want him to wake up.

He makes up for it though, when he tugs on her shoulder and she rolls over so she's facing him. He's beaming, his smile is so luminous that it lights up the room on its own. His eyes shine with admiration and warmth and a little bit of pride, and Annabeth supposes that while she does enjoy making his life hell, making him happy is even better.

If there's one thing Percy is sure of, it's the fact that he loves Annabeth.

He always has, if he's being honest. Probably from the first moment he saw her, way back when they were in high school and she was the girl who always got everything right and he was the boy who showed up for peer tutoring just because he wanted to see her more often.

Sure, he needed help with math. But over time they became friends and Annabeth started showing up at his house on Sundays for schoolwork. Truthfully, the moment their friendship blossomed the less he paid attention to math homework and the more he paid attention to Annabeth homework. He considers himself an expert in this subject—knowing every nervous tic and every facial expression that Annabeth has in her repertoire. So yeah, he spent a lot of time studying—just maybe not what other people thought he was studying.

He's doing it now.

He feels the sheets wrapped around him get pulled toward Annabeth's side of the bed, and he knows it's because he's hogging all of the covers. Part of him feels bad, and part of him is happy because it gives him an excuse to pull her in close.

He does.

Annabeth tucks herself in around him and he memorizes this moment—the way she fits under his arm, the smell of her hair that reminds him of lemon and something distinctly her. It's all things he has noticed before and still he relearns them every moment he's with her. The familiarity is comforting, but it still surprises him how every movement of hers is something wonderful for him.

She's his fiancée, today.

The weight of it settles on him fully. Sure, he had intended to marry her pretty much since they started dating officially; heck, maybe even before that. But he never really made the commitment real. Until now.

The thing Percy concluded about Annabeth through his years of being with her is that it's not possible for her to be any more perfect.

But when she pulls her left hand out from under the sheets, Percy catches a glimpse of the ring glinting in the glow of the alarm clock lights. She's a bit tentative about it, a bit unsure, a bit shy. It's so cute he feels his chest physically tighten.

He doesn't mean to laugh—he swears—but he's smiling so hard that it just happens.

And when she rolls over and faces him and the distance between them is so small that Percy can feel the heat off her cheeks, he realizes that he can have a million moments with her and every single one of them can be familiar, yet each one will make him realize even more how perfect she is.

Sunday mornings, he thinks, have never been too bad after all.