I'm driving home from work when I get a call from Annabeth, who proceeds to scream into the phone, scaring me to death.
"PERCY!"
"Annabeth."
"OH MY GODS"
"Oh my gods what?"
"I'M PREGNANT!"
"Really? No way!"
She screams again, which hurts my ear a little bit, but I'm so happy I don't even care. We were just about to give up on having a kid after three years.
"I HAVE to call everybody! Bye!"
"Love you!"
~~~
When I get home, Annabeth encases me in a flying tackle hug.
"Percy, I love you. Now go get me some pickles and a grape slushie."
"Gross! Not this already." I say, making her laugh.
"Percyyy" She whines.
"Fine, just let me put down my stuff and I'll run to the corner store."
She takes my bookbag and throws it on the stairs, papers flying everywhere in our entryway.
"Aw, Annabeth." I say, frowning. It took me three hours to sort through all those papers.
"Pickles. Slushie. Now."
~~~
Annabeth is four months pregnant. She is also throwing things again. And, one more thing, it just so happens to be four in the morning.
A stiletto flies at my head as she screams for some mangoes dipped in melted chocolate.
"I'll go get you some chocolate mangoes! Just, please don't throw any more push-pins, okay?"
She grabs some paper clips and hurls them at the closed door, which I escaped through. This whole baby thing was going to take some patience.
~~~
At eight months pregnant, Annabeth is, nonetheless, scrubbing our kitchen floors when I get home from another day at the art studio.
"Um, sweetie, Let me do that." I say tentatively.
She chucks the scrub at my head, yelling about how she can be independent once in a while. She decided to wait and keep it to the doctors whether it was a boy or girl, and I particularly did not want any more push-pins thrown at my head, so that was all the information I wanted too.
~~~
At 3:37 in the morning, Annabeth smacks my face.
"It's time!" She yells, clumsily putting on sweatpants and fuzzy socks along with a red shirt that fits her large belly.
I start the car quickly as she waddles outside, her hair a mess.
She holds her belly, taking deep breaths and occasionally screaming when we turn the corner.
"PERCY JACKSON, IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP, YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE ONE MESSY CAR!" She screams.
I hurry up.
~~~
Annabeth dresses in a hospital gown and before I know it, she's going into labor. I hold her hand and she screams loudly, digging her manicured nails (Which I payed for) into my skin.
A nurse comes in, comforting her.
"Honey, it's going to be okay! I promise! Breathe. One, two, three, push!" The nurse says, wetting my screaming wife's face with a damp rag. (We got married at twenty-one. We're both twenty-three now.)
It's going to be okay.
~~~
"His name is Pj! Perseus Jasper Jackson" Annabeth announces, letting my mom hold our new baby boy. I'm proud to be married to Annabeth, proud to say that we have a new baby, and proud to say that this is the happiest moment of my life.
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Hey guys! Two chapters in one night! :D Sorry this one skips around a lot, I was so impatient for the new baby! I am planning on a few more additions to the Jackson family, but I can't tell you what the names or genders are. :) You'll just have to wait. c: Thanks for reading and stay tuned for updates! I have a feeling there will be a lot coming! :D
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Percy and Annabeth-Our Journey Through Life
FanfictionIt started out with just wanting to write a cute little series of one-shots, but this story has become the light of my life. What I thought would get maybe 200 reads max has blossomed into 20,000. It came to a trainwreck of a stop last summer, but d...
