Annabeth sighed as she crashed down on the plush queen sized bed in the middle of her pretentious hotel room. She quickly readjusted herself and looked around for her phone.

Her heart dropped as she noticed the screen was blank, no new messages.

What did she expect? Percy was pretty defensive of the whole kids thing. The way he talked about it made her ache. He felt as if he couldn't talk with her.

Annabeth buried the phone under her pillow and vowed to herself not to check it. Tonight she would put the argument out of her mind and try to relax.

The hotel she'd selected was a luxurious resort nearby. Sure, Percy didn't earn much money, but she did. And she had savings. She could dip into them for a few nights, right?

Part of Annabeth told her to run home and talk to Percy and sort this whole thing out. But another part of her told her to stay where she was. After all, he'd been the one who said all those awful things about divorce.

Annabeth made her way to the wide window in her hotel room and peered outside. She loved people watching, especially in New York. The houses and apartments in San Francisco were so spread apart she barely saw any people in her suburb town.

Now, living in New York again, people watching had become one of her top hobbies. Especially around the holidays, that's when there were the most people.

She could stare out the window for hours. She'd watch them, drink a hot beverage, read a book, or work on blue prints of a building she hoped to one day build.

A slight drizzle had started, meaning less people would be out and about. That didn't mean the streets would be empty, though. People were always out in New York, no matter the weather.

Annabeth dragged a cozy looking chair to face the window. Then she curled up in the chair, her book by her side.

She couldn't concentrate, though. Now that the rain had picked up there were less people on the streets. There were just huddles of strangers and faces she'd never seen. They all blurred in with the rain and gray skies, all soon forgotten.

After about half an hour of sulking there was a knock at Annabeth's door.

"Who is it?" she asked, her voice strained from crying. She quickly wiped the tears from her face as a crack of lighting hit down nearby.

"Room service." She sighed and picked herself up. She half heartedly had hoped it would be Percy, but his true colors were starting to show.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she murmured as she rummaged around the room for a possible book mark. Once she completed her mission she made her way to the door.

When she opened it weakly she gasped. There stood Percy, soaking wet. His black curls were dampened onto his forehead and his face was red from crying, the same as her's.

She immediately pulled him into a hug, grasping his cold body against her own.

"I missed you," he whispered in her ear, "and I'm sorry."

"Come inside," Annabeth ordered as she ran to the bathroom to fetch a towel. She heard the door click shut. She ran back into the room and helped Percy dry off. "How come you're soaked?"

He shrugged as he wiped his face off with the towel. "I guess I wasn't exactly focused on drying myself."

Percy shook his head a bit like a dog, spraying Annabeth with water.

"Ugh, you're getting me soaked!" she complained. "And I don't have magical drying powers."

He laughed and tousled back his deep waves that were almost dry. Then he wrapped his arms around Annabeth's neck before pulling her into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Annabeth couldn't help but sigh.

"Tell me what's wrong, wisegirl," Percy said, clearly sensing her tension.

Annabeth exhaled. "I'm sick of having the same fight with you. We fight, make a temporary truce, and then go back to fighting. If you really want kids you should leave me. I want you to be happy."

Percy looked mortified. "Hey, look at me. I'm not going to leave you. If being with you means I can't have kids, then so be it. If you tell me right now you don't want kids then I'll never mention it again. You say the word and it's done. But please, never talk like that again."

Annabeth smiled and knew in that moment what she clearly wanted. "I...I think I want kids."

Percy perked up.

"Not now," Annabeth reassured him. "Just.... someday. I don't want our kids to be deprived of having a dad like you. Because, you're....perfect, Perseus Jackson."

Percy smiled. "Besides from calling me Perseus that was a nice speech."

Annabeth stuck her tongue out at him. "Oh, shut up."

"Alright, alright," Percy replied, a grin creeping onto his face. He pulled Annabeth into an embrace.

"You wanna go home now?" Annabeth asked as she tousled his hair.

He shrugged as he peered around the room. "Not really. I mean...this place is kinda better than our apartment."

Annabeth laughed. "You're right."

"I mean, it's furnished," he replied with a laugh. "Should I even ask what it's costing us?"

"No," Annabeth whispered with a giggle. "I'll go order us some dinner."

As Annabeth headed off towards the room phone to order Percy pulled out his own phone. He quickly texted his mom a thank you and assured her everything between him and Annabeth was alright.

The two spent the rest of the night as they usually did, binge watching a television show while stuffing their faces.

"I can't believe your so dorky, yet I love you," Annabeth teased Percy with a smile.

Percy grinned. "Well, at least you love me."

"I hope our future kids are like you," Annabeth whispered. "And I hope they have your eyes, and your smile...."

"I hope they have your personality and brains," Percy retorted. "I hope they're just like you, because you can't get better than you."