One

"Percy!" Ananbeth yelled from the top of the stairs. She leaned over the railing, her blonde titanium hair spilling around her heart shape face.

I flipped the pancakes and transport them to a plate, carried it to the table and proceed to fry some strips of bacon. "Yeah?"

"Uh, I need to tell you something." Her voice was much more quiet.

"Come down here." I suggested, placing the strips of bacon vertically. I heard the pattering of her feet against the cold kitchen floor before she wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my back.

I grabbed the handle of the pan and moved it sideways, sopping the bacons in oil. "Good morning." I twisted around to face her, which put her face now buried in my chest, and kissed the top of her head.

She glanced up at me, smiling widely and stood on her tiptoe to crush her lips to mine. I admit, I was surprised. Annabeth wasn't the kind of girl to give spontaneous kisses. Well she does, occassionally, when she's really in the mood (if you know what I mean).

I chuckled and pulled away. "Someone's happy this morning."

"I am." She agreed and took a deep breath, ready to say something I'm partially certain is pretty important.

"Uh oh. Another speech worthy of Athena?" I teased.

She swatted my arm and held out her palm. A small thin device sat in the center. I stared at it, uncomphrehending. Confused, I asked, "What is it?"

Grabbing the tip, she held it in front of my face.

I paled. On the little screen was a pink plus sign. "Are you sure?"

She walked ahead to the stairs, ascending it two at a time. I turned down the stove and followed her. My palm was sweaty and my heart thumped erratically.

She entered the little guest bathroom and leaned against the door, keeping it open widely. All across the floor and the sink and the toilet top littered of boxes and small, thin devices. Most of them have the little plus sign while a few have negative signs. 75% out of the devices here are most plus signs. "Have you seen this? I'm pretty damn sure." She turned to look at me, eyes watery. "I'm pregnant, Percy."

I'm so not going to lie. I passed out. Tell me to slice any monsters, go on any quests, free any aquatic animals and I'll do it. But tell me that I'm gonna be the father of my girlfriend's baby...I gonna pass out on your ass. Which is exactly what I did.

Me, Perseus Jackson, hero of Olympus, fainted when my girlfriend told me she was pregnant.

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"God, what will my father, your mother say?" I paced the living room while Annabeth sat, fidgeting the promise ring I gave her, on the couch, staring at me with excited, happy and scared eyes.

"They'll be happy for us." She said certainly.

I scoffed. "Have you seen your mother? She freakin' hates me! This only gives her another reason to skin me alive!"

"What are we gonna do, Percy?" She asked after a while. I could tell that the idea of having a baby scared her. And me. Oh, it scared me shitless. I've seen the gods and they aren't such a great parental figure. What if I'm like them? What if I die and leave Annabeth and my baby alone? What if Annabeth leaves me? The last one I doubted but if I had ever doubted that Annabeth would have a baby with me, then there's always a first for everything.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my black hair. I gazed at Annabeth. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair that she let grew down to the middle of her back. Long, lean legs. Great figure. Gray startling eyes. "I don't know, baby." I sat down and drape my arm across her shoulders.

What happened next was a blur because I had no idea what the hell was going on. Annabeth's eyes filled with tears and her bottom lips trembled. The sight broke my heart. She stood up and pointed an accusing finger at me. "You..you don't want to have a child with me." She said shakily.

"Annabeth, you know that's not true." I said wearily.

"Yes it is! That you're mother will kill me excuse is such bull!" She yelled, suddenly angry. "Fine. I'm outta here. You can confront Athena when she shows up here, ready to kick your ass." She stomped to the door, grabbed her coat and ran out the door, slamming it shut.

I jumped to my feet, scrambling to catch up to her. When I made it to the driveway, the car was gone. She was nowhere in sight. I sighed loudly. "Damnit!"

Walking back inside the house, dejected, I slumped back down on the couch. Then I realized she wasn't kidding, she really did expect me to confront Athena by myself. "Oh, hell no." I said aloud. Grabbing the spare set of keys, I bolted out the door.

Okay, think, I commanded myself. Where does Annabeth usually go when she's upset or want to let out some steam? I snapped my fingers. "Central park!"

A few years after the second Titan war and my rejection to the offer of immortality, I asked Annabeth to move to a house with me. She'd happily agreed. I'd bought this little house in a gated community in New York, close to Camp Half-Blood and Olympus, with some financial loans from my father and moved in. Athena had some hesitation along with a bunch of deadly glares directed at me but once she realized that Annabeth wasn't going to reconsider, she heavily accepted the fact that her daughter was moving in with the kid of the man she despise most.

We'd argue a lot during our first month, mostly about nothing and Annabeth always ran off to Central Park to calm down before tackling whatever problem with logic. So that was my best guess. I just hope she wasn't mad enough to run off to like, Africa or something.

Our house wasn't that far some the park, just a few twists and turns. I ran out the neighborhood, pass our security guy who I'd never bothered to learn his name, turned right and continued to run straight until I reached the sign that said Central Park, New York. I slowed to a jog, scanning the area for Annabeth.

I saw a bobble of blonde and followed it. I rounded one of the tree and stopped. There was Annabeth, sitting against the trunk, sobbing loudly. I sat down and stared at the sky. "Baby, you know that's not true."

"Yes it is." She retorted brokenly.

"No it's not." I hesitated. "The idea of having a baby scares me, Annabeth. I saw how the Olympians were to their children and I'm worried that I'm going to just like that."

"Just like what?" She prompted.

I looked nervously at the sky. "Neglectant. Distant." I added, "No offense." to the sky just in case anyone was listening in.

"You won't be." She said softly. "You'll be a great father."

I smiled. "You really think so?"

Annabeth leaned in to me and I opened my arms, scooping her tightly against my side. She placed her head on my shoulder with one hand on my chest. "I know so."

I kissed her forehead and the damned tears sprang in her eyes. "Why are you crying?" I mumbled, wiping away the rolling tears with my thumb.

"I love you." She cried, flinging her arms around my neck.

"Mood swings." I chuckled.

She pulled back, glowering at me. "What was that?"

"I love you!" I said, grinning.

She tsked. "Uh huh."

I smiled cheekily. "Let's go home."

Halfway there, a thought slammed into me. "How the hell are we going to tell our parents?"

"That's all yours." She laughed.