AN- I was inspired to write a 'Percy and Annabeth visit the Nashville Parthenon' fic after my own trip to Nashville a few years ago. I wrote that story and life got in the way so it was lost, until recently. This is just the first in a series of one-shots about Percy and Annabeth dealing with her pregnancy as demigods so I reworked my idea to be part of that. The chapters probably won't be in any order but I've got a few ideas so far. I own nothing.

"You have to pay to see a statue of your mother?" she rolled her eyes because she knew he was just teasing.

"Nashville… do you think they'd charge you in Greece?" Percy continued when his wife didn't respond. He smirked "If we went back to Athens I'm sure you'd get a parade in your honor. Savior of the Parthenos and all that" his lopsided grin was definitely teasing her now. He pulled out his wallet, not wanting to tempt too much by trying to use the Mist to his advantage and get free tickets. He figured that'd give Athena one more reason to despise him and right now, he was trying to remain on her good side.

"You really want to go back to Athens? I swear I thought you'd burst into flames" Annabeth finally retorted to her husband as he laughed before he kissed her forehead. That had been an incredible trip and an amazing honeymoon.

"Why Tennessee anyway? Do you think she likes country music? Maybe we should have stopped by the Opry for a CD to be a proper offering?" He continued until she gave him a look that let him know he better stop talking or else. Not around the mortals.

"Honeymooners?" The ticket man asked as the couple shook their heads. He was used to young couples spending an afternoon in Nashville and their Parthenon was so unique, it was often a stop for vacationers. What he didn't realize was these two were in Tennessee on business for a certain centaur, but the two decided to take a personal day just for themselves during their trip for Chiron.

"Just taking a trip before the baby" It was as much of the truth, either were willing to share today. Percy laughed, putting his hand on her small bump. He was looking around, figuring today wouldn't be a quiet tour for them. Annabeth noticed and squeezed his hand. As long as we're together.

Percy watched as his wife looked at all the architecture. "Getting ideas for a nursery?" He joked, reaching into his pocket for his pen. Still there he knew it was but wanted to be safe. His wife laughed and stuck out her tongue. She was shining in pure joy. He watched her study each painting and he figured they'd be here much longer than the forty minute estimate they were given when they paid to get in. But he didn't mind. This was worth it to see her so excited as they went from room to room.

Up on the main floor, the black haired young man felt relieved as he quickly mapped out the exits. He couldn't help it, the first thing he did anywhere was plan escape routes. Perhaps that was the price of being a demigod. It was a survival technique he and his wife shared, he realized as he saw her eyes linger just a moment too long on all the open space beyond the giant stone columns. He might normally leave most of the strategizing up to the blonde but he always came up with an escape plan in case things turned demigodly.

He felt uneasy here, and he tried to tell himself it was just because of who his father was… and where they were now. He told himself it was just from the feud his father had with the goddess who inspired the forty-two foot tall marble statue. He tried to tell himself it was because this statue was the replica of the one that dragged him and his wife to the absolute worst experience of their lives. He tried to tell himself it was because his in-law didn't entirely trust the still-impulsive demigod. But he knew it wasn't.

He'd become even more protective of his wife over the past few months, much to her annoyance. She's had to half-jokingly threaten him with her drakon-bone sword on a few occasions, reminding him that she was an incredible fighter. He knew she was one of the best, even with another life growing inside her. He was just worried about the target he brought on his family.

He tried to push these thoughts from his head as he watched her looking around. He hung back, just letting her be in architect heaven.

It was impressive, he thought. These columns, the stairs, the paintings below, the statue. It seemed smaller here though that might have something to do with him not having to cling to the thing to survive or it may be physically smaller. He really wasn't paying much attention when Annabeth described it this morning because food had been involved. But it was beautiful either way. He might get turned into a fish if Dad heard him say it out loud, but he thought the building was a fitting honor and an excellent tribute to the goddess. Besides, he liked olive pizza even if his wife didn't. That irony was definitely not lost on him and he brought it up every chance he got.

By the back wall, he looked at the stone faces of the Olympians he was lucky (or unlucky depending on your definition) enough to meet. "Hey, dad…" he whispered to the statue of his father. "I know it's no Iris message but I figured this would have to do." He joked. They hadn't really seen much of either of their godly parents in the year since their wedding. No one had. But they all knew things were different for the gods. For a moment, he glanced up towards the golden Athena before turning his gaze back to the bearded stone Poseidon "but you've worked together before. First the chariot..." Percy smiled, thinking about the bead that had been designed for their wedding. A chariot. "and then the War…Both wars, if I'm being honest... and...now...now. You'll both have to tolerate each other for the sake of your granddaughter…" he whispered, feeling excited and nervous and entirely unsure if he was actually ready to be a dad. Both Paul and Frederick Chase said the feeling was completely normal, but Percy still wasn't entirely convinced. A part of him wished he was IMing so he could get an actual response rather than the stone face.

But that all changed in an instant when he heard a quick "How surprised I am to see you here, Perseus…" even after all this time, one simple word could make his blood run cold. Unfortunately that word was his name. The only ones who used his full name were (not in any particular order of who he'd rather deal with) his mother, monsters, and of course, the Olympians. Though, he'd add, the gods were usually not pleased to see him whether or not his full name was used.

Before he could call out to his wife and tell her they needed to leave RIGHT NOW (and just as his fingers were ready to uncap the pen), he turned to face the voice and realized the woman standing in front of him had the same grey eyes shared by many of her children. The same grey eyes as the love of his life.

Percy sent a quick silent thanks that he did not, in fact, try stabbing his mother-in-law in her own temple. He figured that would be even more disrespectful than a stupid sewing contest and could have earned him a far worse punishment than being turned into a spider for all eternity or a guy that could turn people to stone because of a reptilian bad hair day.

She was dressed like a tour guide. The mortals didn't even notice her. Her dark curly hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked human and Percy thought that made her seem scarier as she seemed to study him. The huge statue was one thing, but the Athena standing in front of him could easily smite him or transform him without blinking despite how human she looked. Percy really did not want to spend the remainder of Annabeth's pregnancy as another guinea pig or an olive tree or something equally un-Percy-like.

"You really want to talk to me?" He asked, surprised and slightly concerned, knowing her daughter was merely yards away. He figured this would really be a much better mother/daughter moment but apparently he was wrong. For a moment he worried that question might have offended her somehow until he saw her shake her head even with pursed lips.

"You're good for her…" the woman said, surprising him. Luckily, Percy was used to the seemingly cryptic responses from his spouse so he just nodded at the compliment before he hesitantly spoke.

"I love her" But that simply wasn't true. He didn't just love her. He needed her. Just like she needed him. Like someone else might need air to breathe. They were like two parts of the same whole, incomplete without the other. Their teenage years had proved that. Athena glanced towards him again and he continued "I'd do anything for her...no questions asked. No matter what" at his words, he noticed her lips curved into a smile and she nodded approvingly. If only for just a moment.

"I once told you that to save a friend, you would sacrifice the world…" Her words made him pause, briefly. No, he thought. This was different. Didn't she understand that?

"Forgive me...but…you're wrong... my world has changed now." He assured her. "I'll protect her. I won't let anything hurt her...either of them" he promised, continuing. She considered his promise and he was actually surprised when she didn't comment on it or threaten him, when he heard his name again.

"Percy!"

He was about to ask her if she really just hangs out all day in Tennessee in case demigods come by for a vacation when he looked up and realized the goddess was gone, and the voice calling him over belonged to his wife. Percy figured that was as much of an approval as he was ever going to get. Annabeth waved him over for a picture of the two of them in front of the grand statue. Thank the gods for friendly tourists, he thought as he walked over.

Percy smiled, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned into him. "Think they'd be happy for us?" She asked suddenly unsure, as she gently stroked her stomach.

"I don't know... probably" he said with a shrug before giving her the teasing grin that clearly said of course, Wisegirl. Don't ask stupid questions

"What do you think? Worth the price of admission?" She asked, her grey eyes shining brightly.

"Totally worth it" he agreed, kissing her hair as the camera clicked and she giggled.