68 reviews since the last update? Really people, you guys are great.

I wish that anyone one of you could have been my English teacher, or my French or Spanish teacher for the matter. Every test I take, I score the lowest in writing out of all the subjects, but here you all are saying quite the opposite.

Anyway, I updated this chapter out of fear of my life. I got some odd threats from people. Someone wanted to throw a plastic blue brush at my face like Rachel did, someone said they'd kill me, and finally (and my personal favorite), someone said they'd steal my nose. That review made my day. Although I aspire to be Voldemort and my first Fanfiction account username is Lord Voldemort XIV, I really do like my nose.

Enough rambling. Let's go on to the epilogue.

Final Chapter: 3 Years Later

It had all started with one word. The word yes. Annabeth didn't remember how long they had stood there that day in silent embrace. Percy hadn't said another word after that day, just content to be able to hold her in his hands after a year.

Annabeth too, although slightly resentful at his sudden disappearance and reappearance, had accepted him back with open arms, knowing that she had missed him more than she would ever out-rightly express to him.

At present, Annabeth was in the process of flipping through the album that had been locked away in her wedding chest. As she looked through the various pictures, she was reminded of the incidents that had led up to today since the engagement.

Breaking the news to the parents was another big issue. Of course there were no longer issues on Percy's side with his father in his coma, but Annabeth's mom, Athena Chase, was a whole another issue to deal with.

Athena Chase had raised her eyes skeptically as the two returned home late that night. Annabeth attempted to hide her ring, uncomfortable fiddling with it and her arms behind her.

"Annabeth, what are you doing with him?"

"Mother, I…"

"And you, I thought you had left. Germany or something?"

"I just got back today, Mrs. Chase."

"Didn't I warn you to leave my daughter alone?"

"You did, Mrs. Chase."

"Clearly you failed to understand a big part of the message. When I said leave her alone, I meant leave her alone."

"Mom, stop!"

"Annabeth, this man kissed you in public without your consent."

"I've done a lot more than that," Percy muttered in low tones so that Athena Chase couldn't hear.

Annabeth nudged him once sharply before continuing, "Mom. That was over a year ago."

"It's been a year since he left you, yet you still let him come near you?"

"Don't talk like you know what's going on," Annabeth replied calmly. Although her outward appearance was one of a composed demeanor, she was feeling rather irritated with her mother's behavior. They hadn't even gotten to the announcement of the engagement and here she was already souring the mood.

Athena Chase raised her hands as if to slap her daughter but stopped, remembering that Percy was still there, "Mr. Jackson, I will have to ask you to leave."

Percy had decided this was the best time to announce it, "Mrs. Chase, Annabeth and I are getting married. Even if you don't consent, it will take place. Nevertheless, I'm sure Annabeth would be more willing and happier if her mother gave us her blessings."

Athena Chase's face had turned whiter than it had been when she first witnessed their kiss. As far as she knew, that was the only time they had expressed some romantic interest. And now here he was over a year and a half later demanding her daughter's hand in marriage. She had no qualms that Annabeth would be well taken care of by the boy and his money, but would she be happy?

"I can't accept."

"Mrs. Chase."

"Annabeth, you are too young to marry. Have some sense. Didn't I raise you better?"

"Mom, I'm nineteen! The same age you were when you married dad."

"Annabeth, you have your education to focus on."

Percy interrupted, "We wouldn't be married right away. I'll wait till she's done with college."

Athena Chase was rather surprised by his consideration, "I'm not saying that I'm accepting it, but we will see how it goes these next three years. Mr. Jackson, I expect you to be on your best behavior." She gave him a pointed look which the oblivious Percy completely missed.

Annabeth blushed on his behalf, "Mom, don't worry about it."

"You better take good care of my daughter."

Percy had been scared witless after the incident. Annabeth's mother was already a female Hitler. Mother in law rearranged did spell woman Hitler after all. He had a feeling his in law issues weren't going to be the best.

They had consented to be married the summer after Annabeth graduated. At least, that was their original plan, but Percy seemed to have changed them without informing Annabeth:

"Annabeth," he said flipping her hair with his fingers while lying on the couch. Annabeth was in the process of doing her Stats assignment on the floor below, her back resting against the sofa.

"What do you want Percy?"

"Let's get married," he said, a childlike grin on his face. The more he was around Annabeth, the more childish he became. He claimed it to be compensation for Annabeth's more serious, focused manner.

"We are."

"No, I mean now."

"Shut up and do something productive."

Percy got up and settled down on the carpet next to her, edging closer and closer to her in attempt to make her feel uncomfortable, "Something productive, you said?"

Annabeth shot him a disgusted look, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

He looked her straight in the eye, "I'm dead serious. Let's get married. I don't want to wait another year."

"Perce, we promised my mom we'd wait till after I was done with college."

"Screw your mom."

"Percy!" Annabeth whacked him hard with her rather voluminous Stats book as Percy winced in pain.

"What difference does it make?" he demanded. "Getting married now or later?"

"Exactly. What difference does it make? It doesn't matter, so wait a year."

"I don't want to!" he pouted, his face drawn down in a scowl.

Looking at the expression on his face distracted Annabeth sufficiently enough to push her Stats book away. She turned to face his pleading face, "Don't you seriously have any work to do. Just because you graduated, it doesn't mean you can just lounge around."

"It's my house. I can do whatever I want. Besides, I'm the CEO of Atlantic Industries. I have people working under me to fix anything. Look, it's not an impulse thing. There have been rumors going since the whole Rachel issue. People knew it was set-up. They either assumed I was gay or had my own girlfriend. No one know about you, but the world should know that Percy Jackson is Annabeth Chase's. So what do you say? Please."

Percy had fought with the case to get his father off life support successfully. The ruling had overturned the previous one in Cruzan v. Missouri. Percy had sufficient information to get the hospital to comply. His father had lasted another week before his last breath. The funeral was a rather solemn affair, attended only by Percy, Annabeth, Mr. Brunner, and a few of the senior employers.

Annabeth had to admit she couldn't resist looking into his eyes as cheesy as it sounded. They literally made her melt in them, forgetting the topic of conversation, "What?"

"You know. Whatever you say, the wedding is next month. Now leave me alone, I have preparations to attend to," Percy immediately pulled out his iPhone and began dialing a number before Annabeth can stop him.

"What?! You can't just…" Annabeth was cut off as Percy turned to her, his eyes looking directly into hers as he placed a finger on her lip to quiet her. Annabeth's willpower broke down as she huffed and went back to her studying.

The wedding was a quick ceremony, including only Annabeth's family and closest friends. From Percy's side, Nico and Chiron Brunner had attended. Nico had been the groom's best man as was expected. Thalia was the bridesmaid. Although they hadn't admitted it yet, it was apparent that the two had obviously been dating for some time.

Percy had chuckled, saying that Nico had finally manned up to Thalia's father. Athena Chase had attended the wedding with a grim look of disapproval on her face. She didn't say anything during the ceremony, but her expression was enough to show her displeasure.

Annabeth closed the book with a slam as she got up with considerable effort. That had been a year ago. It had been only five months since she had graduated from NYU from a degree in architecture, and she was already indisposed to start work.

Why was she indisposed? That was partially Percy's fault to blame. Percy had suggested a celebratory part in account of her graduation that night, just the two of them alone. He had taken her out to an excellent dinner at the Extra Virgin restaurant in New York, one of the city's most renowned restaurants. Annabeth wasn't quite sure if the name of the restaurant was foreshadowing as to what Percy intended, but she found out after dinner that night.

As she felt herself starting to feel sleepy, Annabeth found a pair of arms slipping around her neck in a caressing manner as someone rested his head on her own. "How are you feeling today?" he whispered into her ear soothingly.

"A bit better now that you're here."

"I wish I could have stayed home today, but duty calls."

"What was it today?" Annabeth asked sleepily.

"Some fishing industry complaining about how expensive we were. The government insists we use ecofriendly machines, but costs rise and out clients get irritated."

"Oh."

"You look a little tired," he chuckled a little.

"You think so, Mr. Jackson?"

"I know so, Mrs. Jackson."

"I sincerely hate you for doing this to me."

"Hey, it takes two to tango."

"…Be quiet."

Percy put his arms on her shoulders to turn her around so that she could face him. Lifting her chin up a little, he moved it side to side in amusement.

"What was that for?"

"Little Miss Moody."

"You're asking for it, Percy Jackson!"

"And what can you do about it, Mrs. Annabeth Jackson?"

Annabeth made a lunge for Percy who sidestepped it easily. In the process, he grabbed her arm, and carried her bridal style, "Someone's getting heavy."

Annabeth took a shot at his face, but Percy merely grinned at his wife's weak attempts, "Now, Mrs. Jackson. I don't think that's the best thing to do."

"Put me down!" she protested hotly.

Percy complied, placing her on the sofa in front of him. Kneeling on the side, he brushed her blond curls out of her face. Annabeth shivered lightly at his touch. He still had the same mesmerizing effect on her that he had those four years ago when they had first met.

He drew in closer to her face till she could his breath blowing on her. As she closed her eyes, anticipating the kiss, Percy got up in a bout of laughter, "You fall for it every time. God Annabeth, you are so gullible."

"I hate you Percy!"

"I love it when you get mad. Your eyebrows get all scrunched up."

"Well, I don't love it. Jerk, taunting me."

"Aw, does Annabeth want a kiss?"

"No, not anymore."

"Too late," Percy was by her side once more. Rolling up her shirt gently, Percy stared in wonder at the round belly, feeling a rush of pride. Although it was only five months, the bump was quite prominent. Looking at it just made Annabeth look even more beautiful than she already did. He felt a sense of joy that the baby inside her was a part of him too. He helped make that life, Percy Jr. as they referred to the baby so far. Sighing in content, Percy leaned down, kissing Annabeth's rounded stomach, the familiar feeling of love overwhelming him, "God Annabeth, I love you so much."

Cheesy? Check. Cliché? Check. Percabeth? Hopefully.

I want to thank all those who have been reading this story since the start 3 months ago. I'm really honored that you all stuck with me this far. And to those who will inevitably ask, no, I will not be writing a sequel.

BUT, I have two other stories that I will be writing. The updates for these won't be as regular, but I will try my best.

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson Crossover: Pre-TLO and Pre-DH Poseidon refuses to give up his son in the fight against Kronos. He plans to hide him in a place away from the gods. Dumbledore, a witness to Poseidon's will, offers a plan to resolve the issue. Little does Poseidon know Dumbledore actually meant when he said he would solve it: Harry becomes Percy and Percy becomes Harry.

A Percy Jackson Percabeth Story:Captain Annabeth Chase is the typical Marine officer, training the new recruit of Marine officers. She is strict, unyielding, immovable. Enter Percy Jackson, a man who has joined Marine ranks as a private after declining an officer rank. As he gets closer to her, he slowly unlocks Annabeth Chase's innermost secrets. Does he have a darker past and a personal vendetta?

I realize I've advertised these countless times, but if you enjoy these genres like I do, I suggest you give them a read, fave, follow, or review.

Make sure to review this final chapter too. And till next time. :-)