I know I normally write Leosia, but for the main books, I ship Leyna. I hope everything will be OK with those two, like, Uncle Rick won't decide to do something mean… we're watching you, Rick…

Anyway, some of you will hate me kind of for a short while, but I've recently had this idea and I like it, so I'm going to try. Uh, Reyna might be OC-ish as I don't really know much about her, but I'll do my best.

I do not own Percy Jackson and co, but Louisa and Elsie are my OCs.

"Ow, ow, ow…" Leo mumbled. Louisa was breaking his fingers where she held his hand so tightly.

This was their first child. Louisa had been panicking about the birth beforehand, but Leo had promised to remain at her side every step of the way. "It's OK, Lou, you're doing really well." Leo assured, holding her air and gas supplier in place. She looked at him pleadingly.

It was another stressful half an hour before the baby was born. Leo beamed. "You did it, chica." Louisa nodded, breathing heavily and relaxed against the pillows of the hospital bed. The baby's cries filled the room as a midwife busied herself cleaning, weighing and dressing the tot.

Louisa's grip went slack on his fingers. Leo looked round, his smile fading. "Lou?"

"Sir, you're going to have to step outside."

"But- Lou…"

"Sir, please." A doctor was trying to usher him outside. "We need to help her and it would be easier if we didn't work around you."

"She'll be OK, right?"

"We'll do our best, sir." The doctor closed the door behind Leo.

It was going so wrong…

Twenty minutes passed when the doctor that had kicked Leo out (nicely) returned, the baby wrapped in a pink blanket in his arms. Leo held the doctor's gaze, his heart sinking when the doctor shook his head.

"We're so sorry, sir. We tried everything we could." Leo was barely aware of the doctor handing the baby over; numb with loss, love and grief. He only noticed the infant in his arms when she started mewling.

The baby girl stared at him with deep brown eyes. Leo noticed she had raven hair, like Louisa's.

What was Leo going to do?

He was allowed to sit next to Louisa. They had covered her up and she could have been sleeping, save for the facts that she was pale, unresponsive and gone.

"Why won't you wake up?" Leo heard himself saying, his eyes brimming with tears. He expected her to wake up, grinning 'psych'. But deep down, he knew she was never going to wake up.

The baby squirmed in his arms and started whimpering.

Looking from the pink bundle complaining at him to the peaceful expression of his late wife, Leo found himself making a silent vow- he was going to do whatever he could to care for the infant on his own.

But, even after making this promise, he saw a leaflet out of the corner of his eye.

Adoption

Could he do that?

I know it's short, but I've currently got ideas for more chapters soon, hopefully.