15

After changing into a pair of sweats and throwing her uniform into the washing machine later, she grabbed a shower. Just thinking about what happened that morning made her feel tired, but at the same time it was also exciting. She would finally get to see all the places that she has been wanting to visit for the last few months.

While brushing her teeth, she suddenly remembered something; there was something bothering her. It was something about the dream that she had last night. She couldn't recall a thing except her name, Pexy, and she was certain that she had said her full name in front of someone else earlier today, but when she thought about it more closely, she realized that she couldn't exactly recall who she spoke with yesterday. She was positive that it was someone else, although she didn't remember whose name. She shrugged her shoulders and went downstairs, deciding not to bother herself with whatever it is until later on. If something really important comes up, she would ask her husband. She doubted that he had been awake and probably had slept through what had occurred earlier.

When she arrived downstairs, she saw that Percy was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, and she assumed that he must have fallen asleep while watching TV. She walked toward him and pressed a quick kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry. I overslept, didn' 't I?" she asked, and Percy opened his eyes and sat up, looking slightly confused as well. "You are awake, then?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I am. Are you feeling okay? You don't look sick or anything."

She sighed, knowing that he was right. "I don't feel sick," she answered as she took a seat in the couch opposite of where her husband was. "It's just… a little hard getting used to everything now, that's all. The fact that I'm a demigod, being a son of Poseidon, and being a daughter of Zeus... It all kind of hits me all at once, you know?" Percy nodded, and she leaned forward and put her hands over her lap. "Anyway, I think it was the dream," she continued. "Maybe because I dreamed of my dad."

Percy raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why would you dream of your dad?"

Annabeth shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "I don't know. It just happened that way."

Percy smiled gently. "You can talk to me, y'know. About whatever's bothering you, whether or not I can help somehow."

She bit her lip in hesitation as she stared down at her hands. She then slowly lifted her gaze towards him again before meeting his blue eyes once again. "Can you promise me something, though?" she asked quietly, biting her lower lip anxiously again.

The young blonde tilted his head to the side. "Depends what it is that you want to know," he replied, trying not to sound impatient. "You know I'll always be here for you no matter what. You can always talk to me about anything. I may be a pretty stubborn idiot most of the time, but I'm definitely not blind. If I need anything, don't hesitate to give it to me. Okay?"

She smiled weakly. Of course she knew that he wouldn't mind. He'd do anything for her, including giving her his undivided attention. She knew that he'd support her through anything and would try his best to make sure she was alright whenever she was upset, or even if she was having a nightmare. "Okay," she muttered. "But I have to be honest with you and ask that you try not to get mad."

Percy nodded hesitantly. He knew that she wasn't going to say no