A.N. So this is the first chapter of the third story in the So He Was An Involved Parent series. I hope you like it, this story may take a while to update since my school gives a lot of homework and I'm also interviewing for Private High Schools on weekends so... long story short; I'm busy. Either suck it up and be patient for updates or simply don't read and don't care. But I do promise to update as quickly as I can.

PPOV: Percy

"Mommy..." The little girl whined as her mother picked her up off of the sand of the playground and carried her over to a nearby bench.

"Sweetie, it's time to go, we're going to be late. You don't want to keep your brother and sister waiting do you?" The woman asked the little girl.

"I guess not..." The little girl said.

I watched as the mother helped her daughter into her windbreaker. The woman had beautiful blonde hair that was wavy, but not super wavy. She had piercing gray eyes and an athletically built body. She was wearing a pair of non-mom jeans and a tight red turtleneck sweater, accompanied by converse sneakers.

The little girl was very cute, having just turned three. She had black hair and her mother's eyes. She was a little chunky, but aren't most kids that age? She was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants with a white long sleeved shirt and her purple windbreaker.

"Hey mom! Look what I found!" Another girl yelled, running over to her mother, the girl held up a ten-dollar bill.

"Hannah? What are you doing here? How did you...aren't you supposed to be at dance class?" The woman sputtered, completely ignoring the money.

The new girl was twelve. She had on a pair of black, PINK sweatpants with a matching jacket. She had the woman's blonde hair and bright sea-green eyes. She shuffled her ugg-clad feet as she answered, "Yeah, but Daddy picked me up and then we went and got Noah and now we're here."

"Your dad is supposed to be at the Empire State Building helping Grandpa P...," the woman said.

"Dad said Grandpa let him out early." A boy said walking up to the three females.

The boy was fourteen. He had dirty blonde hair and sea-green eyes. He was athletically built. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that read "PROPERTY OF GOODE HIGHSCHOOL FOOTBALL" and black converse. He may only be a freshman, but he was good enough to make the starting line-up for the varsity team.

"Noah? Where is your father?" The woman asked exasperated.

"Present." I said, leaning on the bench they were all gathered around. As I had watched, I had slowly and quietly picked my way through the leaf-covered ground to stand behind the four.

"Daddy!" Ali yelled, standing up on the bench and hugging me. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her into my arms.

"Percy? What are you doing here?" Annabeth asked.

"Exactly what the kids told you. My dad let me out early and I picked Hannah up from ballet and Noah from football, and now I'm here." I shrugged.

"You never cease to amaze me." She smiled and shook her head. "Now, I'm going straight to camp, your father will be stopping at home to pick up our bags. Who is going with who?" She asked the kids.

"I'll go with you." Hannah said, talking to her mother.

"Dad. He isn't strong enough for all those bags." My son joked.

"What about you kiddo?" I asked Ali.

"Daddy!" She yelled.

"Okay. Hannah, give me the ten dollars." Hannah handed over the money. "Put this in her 'secret stash'." Annabeth said, handing the money to me.

"Sure." I said tucking the money into my back pocket.

"You know where my secret stash is?" Hannah exclaimed.

"Sis, a music box with the word 'Secret' written on the side of it isn't too secret..." Noah laughed.

"You jerk!" And the two of them were off, running towards the gravel parking lot.

"Be careful you two!" Annabeth yelled after them.

Noah jumped into my car and locked the door before his sister could do anything. She stuck her tongue out at him and stalked off to her mother's car. Annabeth and I walked over to our respected cars. She hopped into her SUV and drove off with Hannah. I quickly buckled Ali into her car seat, got in and started for my house.

Soon we would be back at camp for the "15 Years of Peace" Reunion. After the war, all monsters practically disappeared. Sure you would hear about the spotting of a monster now and then, but there weren't too many killings.

"You ready to go back to camp?" I asked my son. Hannah and he were summer campers at the camp. The two of them lived in the Poseidon cabin for that period of time. They always came back with the best stories.

"Always am, Dad." He answered, popping his iPod headphones into his ears and turning on a song.

KPOV: Katerina

"Come on guys, we're going to be late." I complained as I helped my four-year-old son into his car seat.

"Calm down mom, we're coming." Seven-year-old Ciera said climbing into the backseat of the car.

"Kat, sweetie, we are still going to be twenty minutes early. Just relax." Luke said loading the last bag into the car.

"Fine." I grumbled climbing into the passenger seat.

"Whose ready to go to camp?" Luke asked sitting in the driver's seat.

"Me!" The two kids yelled at the same time.

I glanced back at them in the mirror. They were both so beautiful. I never thought I could love a person as much as I love my two kids; they mean more to me than my life.

There was Ciera; she was going to be starting as a summer camper next summer once she turns eight. She has Luke's dirty blonde hair and my sea green eyes. She was tall and skinny. She was built athletically, and I could tell she would be great at knife work, being very lithe.

Caleb was my baby. He was four years old and talked non-stop. He had black hair and sea green eyes and looked just like his uncle. He loved mischief of any kind. A true grandson of Hermes.

"Well, here we go." Luke said as he pulled the car out of the garage. We were on our way to camp.

TPOV: Thalia

"Go wake your sister up Ryan." I said to my son as I flipped the pancakes.

He was sitting on the couch watching ESPN as I cooked him breakfast.

"Mom, I'm not planning on dying anytime soon." He said.

I glanced over my shoulder, "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"DAD! YOU ARE DEAD!" I heard my daughter yelled.

"That." Ryan said.

Nico came bolting down the hallway the bedrooms were off of. He had that smirk on his face, but I only saw it for a minute before he was out the door.

"MOM! LOOK WHAT DAD DID!" My daughter stalked into the room. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top, both of which were a few sizes too small. She was soaking wet. Nico may not be a son of Poseidon, but he was willing to fill a bucket with water and dump it on his sleeping daughter if she wasn't up before noon.

"Think of it this way, you got your shower out of the way." I smiled.

"Ugh!" She stalked back down the hallway.

Once we had gotten married, Chiron had upgraded Nico and my cabin. Now there were three bedrooms, one of which took up the entire second floor, along with its bathroom. There was also a library/study and basement that the kids had converted into an entertainment center.

"Ryan, your pancakes are ready." I flipped three pancakes onto a plate and set them down o the kitchen table.

"Can I eat in here?" He asked.

"Do cows fly?"

"Well..." he started.

"As far as mortals know?" I added.

"Fine." He grumbled turning off the TV and walking over to the table. He had black hair and black eyes; he looked exactly like his father, except for the tan skin, which came from me.

"Mom, I'm going out." Lily said, walking past me and out the door.

She did it fast, I knew she was trying to hide something and I didn't know exactly what it was, but I would find out sooner or later, that's just the kind of mom I am.