Hey guys! So here's another Percabeth fanfic! Hope you like it!

"I really can't believe that Clarisse is actually getting married." Percy said.

Annabeth chuckled. "Me too. Just seeing her in a cocktail dress in our wedding made my head fuzzy; try imagining her in a bridal gown."

Percy shook his head as they both laughed. They were having dinner in Perbacco, the same restaurant to where he officially proposed to her. It was their first year anniversary, and looks like they were both having a good time.

Percy brought out a little paper bag as Annabeth continued to fill herself with dessert.

"For you. Happy anniversary, Wise Girl."

Annabeth smiled as she took the paper bag from his hands, and immediately opened it.

It contained a small box, and as expected, it was a ring.

Her eyes dazzled as she plucked it out and examined the intricate design. Little owls and tridents were carved around the circle, and on the very top was a turquoise diamond. Inside the ring, it was carved 'You'll always be my Wise Girl'.

Percy smiled as she watched Annabeth's awed expression. "I had help from the gods. Athena sketched the design, Poseidon chose the diamond, and then they sent the plans to Hephaestus. And boom! There you have it." He took Annabeth's hand and gently slid the ring on her other ring finger.

She couldn't find the right words to say, so she knew better and leaned right in, ignoring the fact that they were in a public place. Their lips finally meet. After who-knows how long, they went back to their original position.

She plucked out a bigger paper bag from under their table. "Hey, I got you something too."

"Hmmm, I hope it's something nice." Percy said as he started to open it.

'Oh it will be'. Annabeth said in her head.

He tore the seal in one quick movement and plucked out the content; a soft cotton shirt.

"Gee, uh, thanks Annabeth, but you already know that I have lots of shirts-"

Annabeth chuckled as she pointed to the text right in the middle of the shirt.

"Huh" He read the text slowly. "I'm gonna be a daddy." His face was blank for a second, and then it turned out to be probably the happiest face in the whole wide world.

"Oh, Annabeth, I'm gonna be a daddy!" He screamed as he went over to her chair and kissed her tummy multiple times.

Annabeth chuckled as she tried to push Percy's head away. "Seaweed Brain, we're in a restaurant!"

Percy continued to attack her tummy with kisses. "Who cares? Did you hear that everyone? I'm gonna be a daddy!" He joyfully screamed.

The rest of the people finally understood what was happening, and most of them had already muttered congratulations to the couple.

That was probably the best gift someone could ever have.

"Percy, I said the cinnamon rolls! Not cheese rolls!" Annabeth whined. Percy sighed.

It's been about 7 months, and well, it was hard to handle pregnant women. Plus the fact that she's Annabeth. You have no Idea how hard it is to handle a pregnant Annabeth.

"Annabeth, I woke up at 3 in the morning to buy you what you want. I guess I misunderstood, I really heard cheese rolls."

Annabeth sighed, a little guilty for causing extra stress to her husband. She pulled his hand and let him lie beside her. "Hey, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I just.. craving just happens."

Percy hinted a smile. "It's cool, Wise Girl. Anything for you, and for our baby." He stroked her large belly ever so slightly.

"Hmm, I guess cheese rolls would be good." She munched it down, until the box of 12 was now a box of 0.

They settled down on the bed, and exactly after 10 seconds, Annabeth stirred to face her husband. "Actually, another box of 12 seems good to me." She kissed his nose and closed her eyes, as Percy groaned and left for yet another stop to the grocery at three in the morning.

"Annabeth, push, just a little more! We're almost done!"

Percy wiped her sweaty forehead and kissed it softly. He gripped her hand tightly.

Annabeth let out a strong push, and screamed with a mix of Ancient Greek curses and lines of 'I hate you Perseus Jackson!' as Percy pushed her down to the pillow. She inhaled and exhaled loudly; now she knew why many said childbirth was extremely painful.

Percy pushed her stray locks out of her face."One more push Annabeth, just one more!"

He supported her back as she let out one last push. Suddenly, she felt the weight off her body, and the loud cry makes her tears fall.

Percy kissed her full on the lips, and although Annabeth was weak, she was able to kiss him back.

The nurse handed them their baby, and Annabeth couldn't help but kiss her small forehead. She was her exact replica, she had small blonde locks, and startling grey eyes like herself. Percy would've been disappointed that his daughter didn't have his facial features, but right now, that didn't matter.

"What do we name her?"

"Erella. Erella Mary Jackson."

It was a Saturday and Percy was forcing Annabeth to go to the grocery with him. After some argument, Annabeth finally agreed. She picked Ella up from her crib and kissed her cheeks. "Ella baby, mommy's just going to the grocery with daddy okay? Be good to Aunt Rachel!"

"Mama!" she giggled, making Annabeth hug her tight. "I'll be back soon. Rachel, thanks for offering to look after her."

Rachel smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not so sure, though. What if I sprout some prophecy while I was carrying her or something? That would make her paranoid."

Percy laughed and pats her back maybe a little too hard. "Nah, I'm sure Apollo won't let that happen. Thanks again, Rachel."

He clutched Ella from Annabeth's arms and kissed her nose. "Behave, okay big girl?"

Ella giggled and started to blabber things much more hard to understand than plain English.

Percy and Annabeth waved goodbye, Rachel holding Ella's hand and wiggling it back at them.

They were done grocery shopping, and it was almost night time. They were both exhausted, and well, their parking was about 15 cars away from the entrance. Like a real husband, Percy got Annabeth's hand and held it tightly. You'll never know what happens, especially at night, and when you're a demigod.

Percy would've probably missed the humongous black thing that passed in front of them if it weren't for Annabeth's alert eyes. She flicked Percy's hand to drop the groceries and they ran to hide at a back of a car.

Annabeth's hands were shaking; she couldn't die. Not now. She has Percy. She has Ella. She needs them, and they need her. Percy must've known her expression so well; he already knew what to do. He grabbed both of her cheeks and kissed her forehead softly. "Hey, we can do this. We've beaten lots of these before, we can do it again."

Annabeth kissed him on the lips, and then he pulled him up, facing the hellhound which was bigger than usual. She brought out her bronze knife, which was always with her no matter what. Percy uncapped Riptide, and in an instant, their stance was ready for a battle.

Percy ran in first, and stabbed the hellhound right in the stomach. It staggered for a bit, giving Annabeth the opportunity to sneak from behind and stab again. The hellhound growled in frustration, and pushed Percy hard.

He fell back straight to the ground, groaning loudly. He loved Mrs. O' Leary, but he so wanted to kill her brother. His back felt weak from his impact on the ground; he almost forgot about his Achilles' spot.

Alarmed, Annabeth ran and crouched beside him. "Oh gods, Percy!"

"Here, I'll help you up." She put one hand on his shoulder, and her other on his back, pulling him up. Ugh, it was no use; he was too heavy. Annabeth didn't know what to do.

Her eyes met the hellhound's; grey against red. She should be cowering in fear now, but she had to be brave. She saw its eyes narrow down to her hand, which was placed right on top of Percy's only vulnerable point; the small of his back.

Oh gods, what would she do? Run to the monster and stab it until it dies? Scream for help? She was freaking out; she couldn't possibly die right now. She has a family to take care of .But Percy. It was always Percy. She had to protect him.

She swore on the Styx, for Athena's sake. She swore to protect him.

Without any second thoughts, she hugged him tight as she whispered, "I love you, Seaweed Brain."

The hellhound lunged right at them, and slashed at Annabeth; it was her back that faced the monster. Percy's eyes widen in realization, and in a second he saw Annabeth lying right in front of him, in her own pool of blood.

He regained his strength and looked straight at the eyes of the vicious monster. He screamed in frustration. "I'll kill you myself!"

He ran towards the hellhound, and like what he did with the dummies at camp, he swiped and stabbed and slashed multiple times. He didn't care what part he hit; all he wanted is that hellhound to be dead.

He's still thrusting Riptide back and forth when he realized he's already fighting the air; the hellhound already dissolved.

He rushed to Annabeth, whose breaths were already shallow. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. "You did it. Again."

Annabeth laughed, but it was short-lived. "I save you every damn time, Seaweed Brain."

Percy's face didn't waver. "Shut up, Annabeth. It's not funny."

She was about to laugh even harder when it was stopped with a terrible pain from her back. Her wounds were stinging. Annabeth winced in pain as she clutched it tightly.

Percy didn't know if he was going to cry or if he was going to shout in anger. He held her forehead and laid it gently against his chest. "I shouldn't have forced you to go with me. You wouldn't have gotten hurt." The pain was evident in his voice.

Annabeth clutched Percy's shirt and willed him to face her. "But you would've. If I wasn't there, the hellhound would have already tackled you and hit your back. You wouldn't have seen that coming." Her voice was strained. She was dying.

He didn't even realize that the tears started to roll down his cheeks. He was about to slide and lift her up, but Annabeth's hand stopped him. "No, Percy, you don't have to. This wound's not getting any better. Ambrosia won't help."

Percy was already shaking; what does she want him to do, just stand there and let her die?

As a last effort, Percy kissed her in full force. He diminishes the thought of Annabeth dying, and the thought of losing her. All that was in his head was Annabeth's blood-stained lips.

"You'll always be my Seaweed Brain." Annabeth whispered, and she breathed her last.

The tears were long gone, and all Percy could do was hug her close and whisper,

"And you'll always be my Wise Girl."

Percy placed a rose on top of her grave, just staring at it for a long time. It's been 5 years; and he still remembered the exact scene. He shook his head; he had to forget about it.

"Daddy!" Ella screamed as she ran to him; her arms wide open.

Percy smiled and kneeled to receive her hug.

Ella hugged him tightly, and quickly noticed the beaded necklace her father was wearing.

She gently fingered the beads on the necklace. "Daddy, what's this?"

Percy smiled. "It's a necklace from camp. You get a bead for every year. Don't worry, you'll get one soon!"

Ella didn't smile; instead, she had her mom's thinking face on. "If you get a beaded necklace from camp, then why is there a ring with it too?"

Percy looked down and fingered the ring. The carved drawings were still beautiful and the turquoise diamond was still shining. He brought it up and kissed it gently.

"Well, this is an exception. This was your mom's. It's my memory of her."

Ella still didn't sound convinced. She plucked the ring from Percy's hand. "Dad, it's tridents and owls! Aren't those the symbols of the Greek gods Poseidon and Athena?"

Percy's eyes widened. "Hey, how did you know that?"

She blushed. "Well, you had a book of it at home, and I kind of read it."

Percy chuckled as she kissed her cheek. "Oh Ella, you're such a wise girl."

Ella looked at her father in confusion. "Wise Girl? I thought only mom was your Wise Girl?"

Before he could reply, Ella was already running down the path, following the big ice cream truck passing by.

She turned her face at him, and if Percy didn't blink, he would've thought that she was Annabeth. Her hair has grown longer, and at the ends were little ringlets. Her skin was fairly tan, and her eyes, it still gave Percy chills from time to time.

He gave her a nod, and she skipped happily to the ice cream man.

Percy smiled as he faced Annabeth's grave. "Don't worry, Annabeth."

He smiled as he read that single line engraved under her name.

"You'll always be my Wise Girl."

Suckish ending again. Oh well, comments? Please review if you like more!