Annabeth:

I stood in the bedroom of the townhouse Percy and I had called home for the last two years. He was gone. He had gone to Hawaii. Through the blurriness of my crying eyes I could manage to yet again reread the silver device in my hand. He had received a job offer in the Hawaii, and that had caused a lot of problems for us. I said I would go with him, but he knew I would have to leave my job that I loved. Percy had kissed me goodbye and told me he loved me. I loved him, too, and I knew this was what he had always worked for in his career as a Marine Biologist. I just needed to be okay with the fact he was gone, but it wasn't just me anymore. This test proved just that.

I was pregnant.

Two years and eight months later:

"Annie," Rachel hugged me like the best friend she was. We've been pretty close since high school, but, when I moved out west to be around my dad as he was getting older and wouldn't live forever, we haven't seen each other much. Then add a new baby for me to raise alone into the mix, and you don't get much time with your best friend in the entire world.

"Rachel," I smiled as she pulled me into that bear hug that felt like it was about to break my ribs, and I should know. When I was thirteen, my ribs were broken. A pang of pain hit me as I thought of Percy.

"Where's my godson?" Rachel smiled giddily like a little child awaiting a new puppy.

"With his Grandfather. I didn't think it would be very good for Luke to come," I told her. Luke was my son. His dad still didn't even know that Luke had been born. It isn't like he left me. Luke's dad got an amazing job offer, and I couldn't go with. Because I knew he would leave the job he spent so much time working to get, I never told him.

"Does he know yet?" Rachel asked me.

"I've tried. I have. I just…I just haven't found the right way," I told her.

"Your son is two, Annabeth. Percy needs to know. Luke is his child, too, after all," Rachel told me as we started rolling our suitcases down the terminal. The school reunion was this weekend. I didn't know if Percy was coming, but I knew what I had to do if he was. But what if he wasn't fit to be a father? Well, then I wouldn't tell him. I would just come home and scoop my son into a hug. But what if he was fit to be a father? How would I tell him? Would Percy blame for not telling? Would he even want to be a father to Luke or just stay unknown to Luke like he has been for the last two years? I didn't know. I didn't even know if Percy still lived in Hawaii. I was moving because of a promotion in New York. NY to Hawaii? It might have been easier when I still lived in Cali, but I don't anymore. I should have told him years ago.

"How would I tell him? 'Hey, Perce. Great to see you, again. Did I mention we have a son I never told you about?" I asked Rachel. She rolled her 'Saint Patrick's Day' green eyes and let out a warm and friendly smile.

"Annabeth, I get what you're going at, but Percy is Luke's father. If you wait to tell him, he'll lose even more time with Luke," Rachel told me. If it was possible, she made me feel even guiltier.