Epilogue

Sophie ran away screaming from her father, he scooped her up then started tickling her.

Annabeth was still having a hard time believing how much time had passed. Her baby girl was now six years old. Six years ago she gave birth to something so precious and tiny.

She turned from her husband and eldest child to look at the three-year-old twins fighting over a monster truck. The boys reminded her of Percy so much. Even at their age, they were carbon copies of Percy except for the intriguing grey eyes they both possessed.

Annabeth heard the youngest Jackson start to cry as she held her in her arms. She quietly tried to calm down the baby, but it just wasn't working. The cries started getting louder, when Percy finally noticed he put down Sophie and came up to her.

"I swear Isabelle is the worst baby to have; she cries twice as hard as any other baby. And we had to deal with twins," Percy said to Annabeth, while staring at the two-month-old infant.

"We were bound to have at least one hard baby; you know that, right?"

"Yeah, well, obviously, it's just I sort of wish we had a difficult baby first, you know? So that way you know what to expect, and then you have easy children later. And you're just left there thanking whatever God there is that you had an easy child."

"Honestly, Percy. I don't really care what order we have the children as long as they're here."

"Aw, you getting all soft on me,Babe?"

"No, I'm just stating what I think. So don't you dare think you can predict me, when in reality you can't."

"Mummy! Daddy! What are you guys talking about?" Sophie said, running up to the two of them.

"Oh, we were just talking about how much of a demon child you are," Percy said as he scooped her up and put her over his shoulder.

"Daddy! Put me down! Daddy, please!" Sophie screamed. Annabeth chuckled.

One thing that had definitely had become clear by the time Sophie had her first birthday was that she was a Daddy's girl.

But with the youngest boy Collin, it was a whole other story: Collin was a proud Mummy's boy, just like his father.

Liam, the elder of the twins, didn't really show whether he had a favourite parent or not. It had seemed that he seemed to likeboth of his parents equally.

They would have to wait a few more months before Isabelle could decide which parent she liked better.

Thalia and Luke had gotten married a few months after Collin and Liam were born. Thalia was currently five months pregnant with their first child.

They were extremely excited for the baby, and Annabeth couldn't be happier, especiallysince they didn't have to go through all the trouble she and Percy did with their first child.

Isabelle started to cry again.

Annabeth started to feed her, in hope it was what she wanted. But it wasn't.

She sighed.

Annabeth walked up into the nursery and placed Isabelle in her crib. And Annabeth just sat there in a rocking chair for a while.

And in all honesty, her life seemed to be perfect. Sure there were bumps along the road. Everyone experienced those. But she seemed pretty content with it.

As soon as she was out of labor with Isabelle, Annabeth had told Percy "No more kids," and he had agreed.

Isabelle, along with her older sister, had not been expected. It seemed that when it comes to having protected sex with Percy, the protection didn't exactly want to work.

Annabeth smiled at the life that had come to her, all from a drunken night in a bar.

The End

A.N: Can't believe it's finished. I know it's a short story and a very short epilogue. But this has been so much fun. And I hope to post my new story 'You're not innocent' very soon