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"Did anyone follow you?" asked the woman. She had dark black, curly hair pulled back into a chignon. She was wearing a suit skirt combo that was very inappropriate for the beach and glasses that covered her dark grey eyes,

The surfer, a tan man with dark black hair and green eyes, rolled his eyes. "Why would anyone follow me?"

The woman looked rather annoyed. She pushed her glasses further up her nose. "I think some of our friends might be on to us."

"No wonder with our names. I mean really dear, Olivia? You are begging to be found out."

She scoffed. "Merrick is better? Really? It means ruler of the sea! Could you be any more obvious?" He sat down next to her on the bench and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Babe, stop that!"

"I don't like it when your hair is covering your face." He ran his hand through her bangs. "That's better. You know you look pretty cute with glasses."

She sighed, was he ADHD or something, and laid her head against his shoulder. "I should kill you for calling me cute."

"A man can't compliment his wife?"

She looked around briefly. "We've only been married for three months dear." She kissed his cheek. "You were married to your last wife for much longer."

"But you're so much more adorable!"

"Why do I let you live?"

He smirked. "Because you love me?" She barked out a laugh. "Okay then, because you're three months pregnant?"

Her face fell, "We are so dead."

"Bird Brain…"

"You don't get it! I broke the rule. I gave up my eternal maidenhood for you. My father's main rival."

He pulled her closer. "Don't worry." He whispered in her ear. "Stress isn't good for the baby." He tried to give her a small smile. "We'll just wait until we can think of something."

She looked somewhat annoyed. "I'm going to start showing within a month or so. I can't hide it much longer!"

"We'll find a way."

"If we don't?" she asked.

He shrugged, "We tell them."

"Kelp Breath," she said in a low voice, "we need to tell them soon."

"Why?"

She groaned, he was an idiot. "I need advice, you dolt. I don't know how to do this."

"Thee, I've had a share of kids. I think I know a bit about having them."

She rolled her eyes, "Were you the pregnant one?" He shook his head. "Besides I need one of my sisters there in order to even be able to give birth. I don't want to be pregnant forever."

He laughed, "I don't want you to be pregnant forever either. The hormones are already too much for me to handle." He expected the hit that followed.

About half an hour later a handsome guy in his early twenties approached the happy couple. "Hey pretty little lady, how about you leave this old cowboy and come with me?" he asked with a cocky grin.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not interested in buffoons."

"I don't know what that is, but I'm up for whatever you're into."

The man on the bench stood up. "We're married bub, lay off."

He scoffed at the taller man. "I sincerely doubt you two are together. There's no way you could get such a hot girl."

"Note the ring," the surfer warned, "so back off."

The man walked away and said something imperceptibly into his watch.

Artemis watched over her hunters with great interest. They were participating in target practice. "Nice shot, Gwen!" Thalia yelled.

A girl with light brown hair and electric blue eyes laughed and nodded to her superior. "I never miss."

"You're one of the best shots out there. I bet you could Apollo's children a run for their money."

The goddess laughed. "Of course she could. Any of my hunters could." Perhaps Gwen a little better than the others, she thought. "Gwen dear, could you go help Phoebe with the new recruits? They need better training."

"Of course milady," she said quickly, before running off with a devious smile.

Artemis sighed. Oh dear, she thought, that won't end well. "No offense, Lady A," Thalia said, "but that was a horrible idea. Phoebe and Gwen never stop bickering."

"Of course they do, kids like Phoebe are naturally argumentative."

Her lieutenant laughed, "Children of Apollo?" She nodded. "I've never really noticed him as a person who enjoys debating. That's more of a Poseidon thing."

"He argues with me at least."

They heard a scream coming from far away. "Give me back my bow and arrow, Gwen!"

"No way, Jose!"

Phoebe was furious. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you're too old to understand pop culture!"

"Oh please, at least I can sing!"

Gwen passed by the pair of her superiors. "Hey girls."

"Get back here!"

She rolled her eyes, "Hey Phoebe, where's your necklace?" The hunter blinked hand reaching for her neck.

"Give it back you hooligan!"

"Wow, impressive vocabulary. I never expected it out of Ol' Gassy daughter!" Gwen taunted.

Thalia tilted her head. "You know Lady Artemis from this angle, you and Gwen could be twins."

"No we couldn't."

"You two are really similar looking."

The goddess sighed, "Thalia, please go round up the girls for me. We're having boar for dinner." The lieutenant ran off. "And Gwen dear, give back everything you stole."

"Please? Can I keep something?"

Artemis sighed. "Not if you want to participate in the foot race at camp next month."

She handed over the things immediately.

In the distance a woman stood with a note pad in her hands. Her necklace beeped, "Babe? Can you hear me?"

"Yes Ares?"

The necklace crackled. "I've got the Intel you wanted." She smiled and asked him to go on. "Something is totally up with those two, they're hanging out together and they claimed to be married."

Aphrodite's grin grew. "Thank you sweetie, head back to Olympus before they notice you're gone." She clicked the charm and made a note on her notepad. "It seems," she said to herself, "that some people have been keeping secrets from me."

"Well Arty, Thee. I'm not as dumb as I look and you two obviously aren't as perfect as you think you are."

A/N:

I thought of this while PMing ladybug28, who is an awesome girl.

I scrapped my Solstice story; it wasn't coming along well.

Also, random, but do any of you watch PewDiePie on YouTube, because if you do *brofist*!