FAIR WARNING: If you haven't read my other story Papi-at least up to chapter 33-and/or you don't want to spoil that story's end, then read that first and come back here.

So, this story's beginning is totally true. Not only did I read online that someone did this, but my friend actually pulled this stunt on her husband :P and his sister was videotaping from the closet :D

Anyway, I am completely done with this story, so I will update it daily! There are only five chapters, though, sorry.

Disclaimer: I own the kids, not the adults.

Sick

Leo Valdez was wiping his hands with an already dirty and greasy rag as he wound his way through the machine shop. Business had been pretty good today, mortal and demigod-wise, so Leo had been busy. Normally, he would have been thrilled at being such a busy bee. He loved his job.

But today was different.

The past few days, his wife Calypso had come down with the flu. At least, that's what she insisted it was. He couldn't argue with the healer in the family. She was almost Apollo-level good at healing, especially for a Titan-turned-mortal. Calypso would never admit that, though. She knew the old stories of Apollo and his bipolar attitude towards potential challengers. The last thing his ego needed was a victory over a former Titan.

Anyway, poor Calypso had been upstairs in their bedroom for the past three days, sicker than a plague rat. Leo had warned his six-year-old twins, Tulio and Esperanza, to stay away from their mother until she got better. Tulio, being the twin that had inherited his mother's old Titan healing powers, suggested he 'kiss her better', but Calypso promptly refused. She said she would beat this mortal sickness on her own. And that's what she was doing.

Leo would have been tending to her, but with business so booming lately, he hardly got to spend time with her, let alone help her get better!

As he entered the living room, he saw Espie sitting on one end of the couch, doodling on her drawing pad. Tulio was on the opposite end, flicking through the channels on the TV with the remote. He had a bored expression on his face.

Leo had caught Tulio trying to take apart one of Leo's machines—one that a demigod customer had requested. Leo had been on a time limit for that and had to push back the due date because Tulio had messed up the machine so much. Tulio's defense was that he wanted to know how it was built and how it worked. Leo got mad and forbade his son from entering the forge and workshop for a whole two weeks, and forbade him from tinkering at all for one week. Needless to say, Tulio/Leo 2.0 was furious that he couldn't tinker.

Hence, his bored expression at the TV, the only thing the ADHD six-year-old could do while grounded. All of his hobbies were Leo's to a tee. He couldn't sing like his mom or sister (Espie was very shy about it, but Leo knew she had a beautiful singing voice), he couldn't draw very well, and he couldn't cook very well, either—being six, Tulio wasn't yet allowed to use the stove, which was ironic, considering Leo let him play with power tools on a daily basis. The Valdezes didn't own a computer (it was on Leo's to-make list) so Tulio couldn't go online. He had dyslexia, so the few books Leo did own were trouble for him—Calypso's personal library consisted of things Tulio didn't like, such as gardens, planting, etc. And of course, it was summertime, so no homework to do (as if a first grader would have had that much homework).

Tulio couldn't even produce fire like his father and sister. When the twins were four, Leo had asked his father if Tulio would ever explode like his sister two years prior. Hephaestus examined Tulio and said that the boy was an internal fire user, something never seen before; no fire user had ever had children in the past, so a second generation fire-user had never before been heard of, much less an internal user. Tulio's internal powers allowed him to heat up his body and anything he touched, as well as give him the gift of a fireproof body, but not the ability to produce and control flames. So, entertaining himself by creating shapes in tiny flames wasn't even a possibility.

So, there was Tulio: sitting on the couch like a potato, flipping through the channels, bored out of his mind.

Leo rolled his eyes. Tulio would have to learn to deal with the boredom for a long while. This was only day four of his torture week. He still had three days to go.

Leo turned to Espie, who was still doodling. "Espie," he called. "Did you check on your mother recently?"

His daughter looked up and nodded. "Uh-huh. Mommy's still feeling bad. She keeps throwing up." Espie scrunched up her face in disgust. "Yucky."

Tulio didn't comment.

(Oh yes, Tulio was apparently boycotting the grounded idea through silence. He absolutely refused to talk to anybody until he was allowed to tinker again. Grand idea. Leo figured it was better than him screaming his head off the whole week.)

"Alright," Leo said, rolling up his sleeves. He walked over to the sink in the kitchen, washing his hands. "What do you guys want for dinner?"

Once again, Tulio ignored his father. Espie jumped up from the couch and yelled, "Can we have tacos tonight?"

"We had tacos last night, Espie," Leo told her.

"Enchiladas, then?"

Leo laughed. "I know we're Mexican, sweetie, but we can't always have Mexican food. Something else!"

Espie pondered a moment more. "Burgers?"

Now that was an idea. Leo's stomach growled at the prospect of burgers and fries. He agreed and set to work in the kitchen.

About thirty minutes later, Leo had a nice little pile of burgers (both real meat and tofu; the Valdezes liked to mix it up) and was just fishing out the fries from the Little Daddy Fryer (A/N: This is legit; I used one of these every time me and my parents made fish and fries/chips) when he heard his wife call weakly from the bedroom, "Leo…"

Leo fished the rest of the fries out and immediately ran up the stairs. Calypso was sitting up in bed, holding a puke bucket. Her hair was a tangled mess and her clothes were wrinkled. There were small bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. She was pretty pale. A small smile played on her lips when she saw her husband.

Leo smiled back. His wife couldn't look unattractive if she tried. Even sick with the flu, she was the hottest thing on the planet.

Leo went over and crouched down beside the bed next to her. "Hey, beautiful," he cooed. "What'cha want?"

"Dinner," she replied flatly. "Smells good."

"You feeling stable enough for a burger and a couple fries?"

"Actually, I want fried chicken, green apples, and a few cupcakes."

Leo blinked. Did he hear her right? "I'm sorry, but what?"

"You heard me," she said with a dark tone. "I want fried chicken, green apples, and cupcakes."

Leo held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I'll go down to the store after the kids have their dinner and—"

A hard glare silenced him. "I want those now, Leo," she warned. Her old titan's aura rose up from the dead for a second and Leo shivered.

"And I'll just go down now while the twins are eating," he fixed. What was up with his wife? She only threatened him when he did something wrong. To his knowledge, he hadn't done anything wrong…

…recently…

Leo rushed down the stairs. The twins were already sitting at the table, which had been set. Espie was tapping her legs against her chair and drumming her fingers on the table. She was eyeing the burger and fries on her plate like a wolf. Tulio also had a burger (tofu) on his plate, but he was sitting perfectly still, the silent, pouty expression written all over his face.

Leo sighed. "Go ahead and start, kids. Papi's gotta go to the store and get something for Mommy."

The twins needed no other signal. Both of them started chowing down with enough speed to make a cheetah jealous. Leo rolled his eyes and left.

Forty-five minutes later, Leo arrived with some KFC, a bag of Granny Smith apples, and a couple trays of birthday cupcakes in tow. He immediately ran upstairs, not bothering to check on the twins.

Calypso was in the bathroom. Leo didn't hear any sounds of retching, so he figured that must be a good sign.

"Mi Sol," he called out gently. "I got you dinner."

Calypso came out a few minutes later. Leo had to admit she looked a little better than before. Thank the gods, she's feeling better…

His wife eyed the bag of food warily. "All of what I asked?"

"Yes, dear," he sighed in submission. He motioned to give her the food but she held up something else.

"My vision's still a little blurry," she admitted shyly. "I can't read this thermometer. Can you read it?"

Leo nodded. Setting the bag down, he took the thermometer in his hand and looked at the little screen.

He had to blink a couple of times.

There wasn't any number on the screen. There was only one word:

POSITIVE

Leo narrowed his eyes and examined the thermometer. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that what he was holding wasn't a thermometer.

It was a pregnancy test.

A pregnancy test with the word 'POSITIVE' on it.

And Calypso had just handed it to him.

Leo looked his wife right in the eye. She was trying so hard to conceal the smile playing on her lips.

"You can't be serious," he managed, a grin beginning to appear on his own face. "You can't be serious!"

Calypso nodded. "I'm serious."

Suddenly, someone squealed happily. Leo realized it was him when he wrapped his arms around his wife.

His lips crashed into hers, his mind short-circuiting just like it had when they first kissed when he was a teenager thirteen years ago.

Leo Valdez was about to be the father of not two children, but three!

A/N: Cue the squeals! I totally didn't want Leo to just have the twins! So, this story came to be :D

BTW, let's pretend that's a special kind of futuristic pregnancy test that doesn't use lines :P

I'll also be introducing a new Seven baby, as well as the unnamed Percabeth baby from Papi, in this story!

Go ahead and guess at the names and genders! You'll never guess Leo's new baby name! :3 You might be able to guess the Percabeth baby's name if you think really hard. As for the newest baby from the Seven; I dare you to try and guess whose it is and what their name will be :D

And here's the inspiration (internet-wise) behind this chapter and story:

"I hadn't been feeling well (morning sickness) and my husband knew it. So after taking the pregnancy test I took it to him and said, 'I can't read this thermometer, can you?' After a few seconds of consideration, he turned to me with a goofy grin and a look of surprise and asked, 'Really?'"—Sarah

Thank you, Sarah from the internet, for half-inspiring this!