Annabeth P.O.V

It had been 11 weeks since we found out I was pregnant. I was 11 weeks pregnant with mine and Percy's child.

So why was I showing?

It was way too early. You're supposed to start showing at around 4 months, not 11 weeks! I should know I've read countless books on the subject.

4 months. Not 11 weeks.

I rolled over and nudged Percy awake.

"5 more minutes." He muttered. I would've laughed if I wasn't so confused and worried.

"Percy, Percy wake up." His eyes fluttered open.

"What's wrong Annabeth?"

"Percy, I'm showing." It took him a few seconds to understand what I meant, when he did he was instantly wide awake.

"But you're only 11 weeks along!"

"Percy I know. Come on, I'm scheduling a doctors appointment." It was 9 am (we'd slept in for once) and when I called and explained to the receptionist she said it was a really quiet day and that she could fit us in at 11 o'clock. When I walked back into the room Percy was pulling on a shirt, his strong six-pack clearly visible for a moment. I snapped out of it quickly. "We have an appointment at 11 Perce. It takes 30 minutes to get there so we've got an hour and a half to get ready and eat breakfast, come on."

We got everything ready then ate breakfast tensely until 10:30 and got into the car.

"Ready?" My husband asked me.

"Yes."

"Then lets go."

We drove in silence, we were both nervous. We wanted this pregnancy (unlike any other part of our lives) to be normal, so this wasn't good. I just hoped it wasn't bad.

We walked in and the secretary directed us to the doctor's office, it was 10:59.

"Hello, my name's Dr. Richardson, are you Mr and Mrs Jackson?"
"We are."

"I was told you called in asking for an appointment because you are showing early Mrs Jackson."

"That's right."
"Would you mind laying down and lifting your shirt for me." He indicated a bed by the wall of his office.

I did as he asked and he hummed thoughtfully.

"It looks like you are just over four months along, is that correct?"
"No. I'm only 11 weeks pregnant." His brow creased.

"Weird, well I'm going to do an ultra sound to check that everything's alright." He went and got a tube-thing (Percy's descriptive powers were rubbing off on me) and some blue-ish, almost transparent gel. "This is going to be cold, OK?" I nodded and he rubbed the gel onto my stomach and I had to suppress a shiver, it really was cold.

Once the gel was on he turned the screen so that he could see it, which blocked it from our view. He smiled and raised hid eye-brows slightly.

"What is it?" I asked anxiously.

"Well Mr and Mrs Jackson." He turned the screen to us smiling, "It appears you're having triplets."
I fainted.