Hey guys! So I know it's been forever since I posted Nine Months, and just as long since I first started getting requests (and I mean mass amounts of requests) about a followup story for it, but I finally got around to starting it. Yay! Better late than never, right? I'm honestly really excited about this!

So, if you haven't read my one-shot "Nine Months" yet, please go do that. This story will make a lot more sense if you do.

This will just be a compilation of drabble-type things. There will be no real set order or pattern to them, and updates will not be as regular as it is with other stories of mine because there is no actual set plot. Still, I think they will be fun and cute, and they're short, which means I can get them up pretty quickly, as long as I have the inspiration, so ideas are ALWAYS welcome!

With that, enjoy! :)

Percy is almost 19

Maya is almost 2

I slid my key into the front door of my parents' apartment and turned, unlocking the door as I'd done a million times before. I stepped inside, breathing in the familiar scent of clean laundry and fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. The smell of home. It made me smile.

Today was the first time I'd been home since the beginning of the summer session at Camp Half-Blood. I'd worked there as a counselor with Annabeth and a handful of others for the past two months. My nineteenth birthday was in just a few days. Summer had, as always, flown by way too fast, but it was good to be home. I'd missed my family. And Annabeth was always close by, which didn't hurt, of course.

"Mom?" I called, as I closed the door behind me and strode further inside, "I'm home." I dropped my backpack in the living room, where it would stay until I could bring it to my room later.

A second later, my mom answered, "In the kitchen, Percy." I made my way through the familiar apartment and to the kitchen, which was warm from the oven, where, sure enough, Mom stood, taking fresh cookies-blue, of course-off of their metal sheet and transferring them to a plate beside it.

"Hey mom," I greeted her, walking over and kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi, honey," she replied, "How was camp?"

"Great," I answered coolly and grabbed a cookie off the plate, almost dropping it when it burnt my hand. The cookie was about a thousand degrees.

My mom chuckled. "They're hot," she warned, a little too late. I grinned at her and took a careful bite.

"Where's-" I began to ask, but was cut off by the front door opening again and familiar voices filling the apartment and coming toward the kitchen, answering my question for her.

I finished my cookie and turned expectantly toward the kitchen entrance in time to hear, "PER-CEEEE!" and for a little bundle of brown hair to fly into me, hugging my legs.

"Hey, Maya!" I said, smiling as I bent down to my little sister's level. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and held on, her smile huge.

"When you get here?" She demanded adorably, letting go and looking at me with big blue eyes.

"A few minutes ago!" I answered, smiling widely myself and matching her enthusiasm.

Maya just smiled impossibly wider. "Yay!" she exclaimed, "Missed you!" She jumped up and down a few times, like she simply couldn't contain herself, and then hooked her arms around my neck again. "Up!" she cried. I wrapped my arms around her and stood, lifting her up with me. She squealed in utter zeal, as if I'd just made her week. I probably had. I loved this age.

Our parents were looking at us, smiling. Paul stood, leaning in the doorway. His smirk widened and he nodded a greeting when I looked at him. "How was camp?" he asked casually.

"Really good," I answered.

Maya saw the cookies on the counter then and, not allowing for any further conversation between us, began eagerly drumming on my shoulder with one hand and pointing enthusiastically with the other. "Cookie!" she said, "Cookie, Per-cee!"

"You want a cookie?" I laughed, already crossing the few steps to get her one.

"Yeah!" I took a cookie off the top of the pile, checking to make sure it had cooled off enough for her to eat.

"What do you say, Maya?" Mom asked her, just before I brought it into her reach. I waited for my baby sister's response, for my mom's benefit. I really didn't care if she used manners or not. She was way cute enough to get away without them.

"Pwease," Maya answered obediently.

"That's right," my mom commended her. Still smiling, I handed Maya the cookie, with which, she wasted no time at all making a mess with, covering her hands, face, and me with the gooey chocolate. Laughing as I watched her, I took another for myself.

She finished it surprisingly fast and wanted more. "Have 'nother one?"

"Okay," Mom said after a pause, "But only one more," and placed another in the baby's hands. She stayed next to me, her hand resting gently on my back as we all watched the almost-two year old.

Just before she brought the cookie to her mouth, Maya froze and looked at me. "'Wub you, Per-cee," she said, and then resumed her cookie-eating, seeming satisfied.

I smiled again, and then gave a laugh. "I love you too, Maya."

Thank you for reading! More to come soon! Ideas are always welcome!

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