Percy's POV

Gods, I love Annabeth.

Okay, maybe it was three in the morning. Maybe I did feel weird and sort of dizzy. Maybe Annabeth was red in the face.

Who cared?

"So, Annie." I noticed that my words were a little slurred, but hey, probably my imagination. "Emily's cute."

Annabeth wore a low-cut skirt and she looked so sexy, I wanted to...

Okay, kids. Stay out of this. This is grown-up stuff.

"Who's Emily?" Annabeth slurred.

"I-I don't remember now, who cares when you're even cuter." I mumbled, then tried wiggling my eyebrows. "I love your---"

Annabeth kissed me. It wasn't a soft one. It was passionate and hard and made me feel---well, I smirked and started feeling up her top.

~Ten a.m.~

Bleep. Bleep. Ble---

I cut it off as I smashed it onto the floor.

"Ughhhh." I groaned.

What happened?

I vaguely remembered the bar, the kids staying at Frank and Hazel's place, me and Annabeth, our bodies entwined---

Oh gods.

Whoops.

"Annabeth." I jumped out of bed. "We have to get the kids! We're picking them up at eleven!"

"Mmph." Annabeth had her head buried in the pillow.

I was gonna be the responsible one for a change now. I shook her until her eyes opened just an inch. Then I dragged her out of bed.

"Get changed, Wise Girl." I teased. "I don't have to remember your body again, do I?"

That was it. Annie slapped me on the arm.

"I'm going, Seaweed Brain." she groaned. "You make breakfast, then I'll drive."

I wasn't sure if any of us two was in any condition to drive. My legs were jelly, but I managed to drag myself to the kitchen. I dumped out the leftover frozen pancakes.

Ew. I mean, I have nothing against frozen pancakes, but they weren't BLUE. I couldn't eat them!

"You finished?" Annabeth was in her baggy T-shirt and jeans, hair in signature ponytail look. I wistfully remembered her sexy skirt last night, and I slapped myself this time. Focus, Percy.

"Uh, nope. Almost." I managed. "You know, Annie, I actually have a hangover and---"

"Forget the hangover!" Annabeth yelled. "It's ten thirty and you think I don't have a hangover myself?"

"About that---"

"Just eat the pancakes, Percy." Annabeth stood there with her no nonsense look.

I gasped. "But Annie they aren't---"

"Blue. I know. You can actually survive if you eat non-blue food once, Kelp Head." Annabeth crossed her arms. "C'mon, jeez."

She started tucking in as fast as she could. I stared down at my plate of NOT blue pancakes.

"Go on." Annabeth laughed.

What? Did she finish already?

"Yes, I did." Annabeth said, starting to sound irritated. "Now, eat these! Hey," she suddenly added, "pretend they're Gaea. Old Dirt Face in the form of pancakes."

I stared down at my pancakes. I could just see the swirly disgusting brown muck face of Gaea.

"Nope, Dirt Face." I discarded my fork and knife and scooped them up. I started wolfing down the pancakes as fast as I could, then gulped down my milk in two gulps.

"Great!" Annabeth grinned. She handed me my clothes. A blue polo shirt and ripped jeans. "Here, quick, change." she said.

"In front of you?" I said, pretending to be afraid.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll change." I started taking off my clothes. "Jeez."

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I flagged a taxi because neither of us were in any condition to drive, and because it was faster. We paid the driver double anyway. Annabeth and I stumbled out of the taxi to Frank and Hazel's place, a small cottage.

It was really nice, I noted. It was so well-kept, one look at the cottage and you would know someone lived there.

Hazel answered the door. "Hey!" she grinned. She was eight months pregnant and waddled to the door like a penguin. I stifled a laugh. Hazel looked at me questioningly.

"What?" she asked.

"It's nothing." I laughed as Annabeth and I entered the cottage. "So, how were the kids?"

"Oh, um, Luke's really well-behaved, but um, Zoë, well---"

She was cut off by a shriek.

"Zoë!" Annabeth sighed. "Again?"

Hazel laughed sheepishly. "About that, Zoë borrowed my napkins, I think---"

"Daddy! Mommy! I got karate napkins!" came Zoë's familiar shriek as she came rushing up to us, holding two scrunched-up napkins with marker "faces" and "karate outfits" drawn on them.

"You know what I say about karate, Zoë." Annabeth said sternly. "It's dangerous!"

"Uh, yeah. Zoë, where's Luke?" I cut in, trying to change the subject of "dangerous karate".

Zoë pointed to the living room scornfully. "He's reading."

Of course Luke would be reading.

I followed Hazel, Zoë and Annabeth into the living room. Luke was huddled in a corner, reading The Hunger Games.

A screaming three-year-old Sammy was running around naked. "Mommy, Luke's borin!" he yelled.

Hazel sighed. "Sammy, it's boring, not borin. Also, why don't you play with Zoë instead?"

"Zoë's a girl!" Sammy stuck out his tongue at her, which she did back at him.

Annabeth and Hazel exchanged a look.

"Well, since you're here, I gotta get you those waffles with chocolate syrup!" Hazel said cheerfully, starting to walk towards the fridge. "Here..."

She got out plates, forks, and waffles for us, complete with a pitcher of chocolate syrup. "Tuck in!"

"They aren't blue, Annie..." I trailed off at the look she gave me.

"You know you love waffles, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth glared. "Go on, I'm eating, aren't I?"

"Fine." I started to eat. Annabeth was right, they were awesome even if they weren't blue.

"Hey, Annie, they are awesome!" I glanced at Annabeth, then recoiled at her face, which was turning green. "Uh, you okay? Something wrong?"

"Bathroom---" she managed to choke out. Hazel looked alarmed as she pointed to the right.

Annabeth took off for the bathroom and I followed her. What the heck was going on?

I got there in time to see her vomit into the toilet bowl. She sighed in relief, then saw me.

"Percy---" she faltered. "I-I---"

"Was it something to do with last night?" I said seriously.

Annabeth nodded. "Percy---I think I'm pregnant. Again."

Sorry for the slow update! :(