A/N: I know, I know, it's been forever since I updated anything (and by forever I mean 6 months). You have a completely understand if you are pissed at me or you have given up on me. However, now that I'm on break, I think that I'll be able to update a lot over the next week, and hopefully somewhat more often than I have for the past 6 months. For all of you reading this after months of nothing, I thank you so very much for sticking with me anyway.

Now, because I myself could barely remember what happened last, Percy and Annabeth had just had their honeymoon. And at the end I promised a surprise. Well, I kind of forgot what exactly that surprise was. That doesn't matter, though, because I came up with a new surprise (although it could very well be the same surprise as before. It probably is)!

Also, this chapter's in a slightly different narration; Percy's still narrating but its different… well, you'll see.

I'm sorry that this author's note is so long. I just had a bunch of things to say. Anyways, please enjoy!

Today wasn't easy. I could even go as far as saying that it was one of the hardest days of my life after the saving the world thing was over (that pretty much tops it off on crappy days, don't you think?).

I should have known something was wrong from the second I woke up.

When I woke up, Annabeth was walking out of the bathroom. She looked white as a sheet and her face showed discomfort.

"Are you okay?" I asked, walking over to her, "You don't look so good."

"I'll…. I'll, uh, be fine," she said. Suddenly, her expression changed to a mixture of horror and disgust, and she ran back inside of the bathroom.

I gave her a few minutes before I said, "Annabeth? Do you want me to call your office and say that you aren't coming in today?"

"No, no," she said, walking out of the bathroom again, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I never get sick."

"I hate to break it to you, but you're sick." I said, grapping her freezing cold hand, "Wise girl, you just threw up twice; and you look somewhat green. Those are signs of sickness."

She let go of a large sigh, "Alright, I'll stay home," she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I can't believe you gave in that easily," I muttered, more to myself than her, "You always put up such a fight."

She chuckled softly, "I do feel really horrible. I just wanted someone else to tell me not to go to work."

Suddenly, I thought of an idea, "How about I stay home with you? I could-"

She cut me off, "Now way, you're not getting out of work that easy."

And so she made me go to work. After knowing her for all these years, one thing that I've learned is to choose your battles. If you spend your time arguing with her over ever little thing, you'd spend every second of your day arguing.

The rest of the morning was fine. It was only around lunch break that things decided to take a turn for the worse.

I was hanging out in the work lunchroom with a few of the guys, when my boss came in. He pulled me out of the room, and told me that he wanted to talk to me in his office.

I've been called into his office a few times in the past. Once because the receptionist confused our names and gave him all my mail, and me all his. The next few times it was for a promotion. Once, even, he called me in to ask for women advice; I had no reason to worry.

"Percy," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat on the other side of his desk, "You've been a great employee at this company for a few years now."

"Yes," I said, nodding my head.

"Which is why I'm really upset that I'm going to have fire you. You were a really nice guy, too."

"Wait, what?" I said, feeling my thoughts turn to panic. Fired? "Why? I thought you just said I was a good employee."

"You were," my boss – no wait, my former boss said. He pulled on his collar uncomfortably, clearly not wanting to be in this situation, "However, I just received notification from the accountants that due to the recession, we were going to have to let people go to make ends meet. And as you had one of the highest salaries, we had to let you go. I'm so sorry, Percy."

I considered asking for a lower salary, but that felt somewhat degrading. I had earned my high salary fairly, and I wasn't going to ask for less – even if it did mean loosing my job.

"Yeah, well," I said, looking for the right thing to say.

"Please clear out your office. I'm really sorry to do this, and if we get out of the recession any time soon I'll call and see if you're available-"

I waved my hand to him as I walked out the door. Sure, it was rude, but it's not like he's my boss, anymore.

I gathered the few things in my office. A picture of Annabeth and I at our wedding. A picture of my mom, Paul, and Natalie, some seashells, my laptop, and the few miscellaneous other things that I had lying around.

Once I had exited the building, I tried calling Annabeth at home. There was no answer, so I tried her cell. I got the same response, no answer. I hoped that she was either asleep or that she had gone to the doctor.

I began walking towards the subway, when I saw it. I hadn't seen it for years, actually, since I was fourteen. And then I only defeated it using space ice cream.

Yup, you probably guessed it; there was the Nemean Lion sitting on top of the entrance to the subway station. Part of me had hoped that he wouldn't appear again for a few years, even though I knew that it was inevitable.

I dug in my pocket for Riptide, and uncapped it instantly. From there, the Nemean Lion and I had some sort showdown. Ever since my I got invulnerability, I'd became lazy with defense and only worked on my offensive skills. I know that's probably not the best idea, but hey, it works for me.

Part of me wondered what it looked like for the mortals. A few of them had walked right by without giving us a glance, while others had formed a perimeter around the spot where the lion and I were fighting. Whenever I was on winning, the mortals began cheering. Even though they had no clue what they were seeing, at least I had fans.

Eventually, I was victorious, after I used Riptide like an arrow and shot it through his neck.

After that, a few of the mortals congratulated me on stopping the mugger and retrieving the purse of one of the women who were standing around me.

Fighting a monster is never fun, but the acclamation I get from it sometimes is worth it. Only sometimes, though.

Finally, I made it home, and found Annabeth lying on the couch watching TV.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain," she said, looking much better and happier than this morning, "You're home early."

"Yeah, about that... I have something to tell you."

"Okay, I have something to tell you, too," she said, smiling uncontrollably.

"Okay. You go first." I said, having no clue what she would say.

"I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, engulfing me in a hug.

"Wow, Annabeth-" I said, trying to process the new information.

She was pregnant. With a baby. And I had no job.

"Annabeth, I- I don't have a job."

"What?" she asked, withdrawing her arms.

"This is what I wanted to tell you. I got fired today, Annabeth, because my salary was too high."

"You got fired because your salary was too high?" she said.

"Yeah," I said, morosely.

She began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked, angrily, "That I now have no job to support our future child with?

"No, no," Annabeth said, squeezing my shoulder, "It's just that… well, I always thought that you'd be fired for being a Seaweed Brain, not for getting paid too much. I'm sorry."

The room went silent. Suddenly, I began to really process what Annabeth had told me. She was having a baby. Our baby.

"I'm going to be a father?"

"Yeah, Percy, you're going to be a father."

And suddenly, the day didn't seem so bad anymore, because in less than nine months, I was going to be a father.

Now, if only I had a job.

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