HELLO ! And welcome to THE SEQUEL OF PERCY AND THE SHIPWRECKED MERMAID! (Just call it part two or whatever.)

IT STARTS RIGHT HERE!

You could treat this as just a continuation of the previous story, which it is, but the previous chapter was the end of my main plot line. This is the start of a whole new journey for Percy and Annabeth on The Surface. So it is separate, but not completely. Think of it as a part two or second book.

This chapter is called THE START OF EVER AFTER, and I hope you enjoy.

Thank you for all your support so far, and please read, review, follow and favourite as always. I love reading what theories you guys come up with as to how the story is going to pan out. You're still welcome to vote on my poll as I'm still up for being swayed with plot ideas, nothing is set in stone.

Have a nice day!

*UPDATE AS OF SEPTEMBER 2016, The sequel won't be for a long time now as I slowly rework the original story chapters to have a more eloquent writing style. I'll get to this at some point but I wouldn't hold your breath. (Unintentional Hiatus Happened Sorry)*

PERCY'S POINT OF VIEW

I woke up next to my beautiful wife Annabeth. Yes, I can call her that now. She's officially Mrs Annabeth Jackson, Princess of Atlantis.

She's married to me, Prince Percy Jackson, and I can barely believe it.

I placed a delicate kiss on her forehead and, while careful not to wake her, slid out of bed. I quickly chucked on some underwear then headed to the kitchen.

I wondered through the wooden cabin, the route feeling familiar yet unknown. I loved the feeling of the minute grains of sand rubbing against the soles of my feet and the soft breeze was refreshing. It reminded me of the sea, my home, but I'm happy on The Surface as long as Annabeth is with me. I feel as if I could do anything if I had her by my side.

As I entered the kitchen I knew I desperately needed coffee before even attempting to function this morning; I decided to make myself a cup. I sipped the steaming goodness and felt it move down my throat.

I sighed and began my mission to be a good husband and make Annabeth breakfast. I pulled on a cliché 'Kiss the Chef' apron and began to make some pancakes, blue of course. (I found the food colouring in the cupboard, just where my mum had left it all those years ago.)

Pancakes are about all I can cook myself because in Atlantis servants made it for me. I did make an effort to learn how to cook, but it's never been my forte. I'll try my best for Annabeth though, she deserves it.

Suddenly, cold hands snaked around my waist from behind, mid-toss, resulting in the pancake splatting on the floor. I was blushing profusely at the fact that Annabeth could do that to me and that my nice surprise for her was now lying ruined on the kitchen floor.

She blew her hot breath down my neck, causing me to shiver.

"Annabeth!" I whined.

She laughed at my antics. "Good morning to you too Mr Jackson."

I grinned; I loved the sound of Mr Jackson. It still hadn't quite sunken in that I was married to the beautiful girl that I managed to save from a shipwreck six months ago. I turned to face her.

She'd slipped on a shirt of mine and her golden curls fell lazily around her face, framing it perfectly.

I think I can speak for the majority of menkind out there; there is nothing more attractive than your shirt on the naked female body, it's like the flying flag showing that you claimed that ship.

She lightly tapped me on the cheek.

"Ow!" I rubbed it in a mock offended way. "What was that for?"

"You were staring."

"Was not." I refused to acknowledge the quite blatant colour of my face and stuck my tongue out.

"Were too. At least next time learn to be a little more subtle Seaweed Brain." She brushed by me, picking up the pancake I had reserved for myself and whisked it away.

"Hey! That one's mine!" I pouted.

"Not anymore." She took a large bite with her knife and fork. I scowled in response.

"Don't I at least get a thank you kiss or something?" I pulled my cute baby-seal eyes that I knew she couldn't resist.

Okay, maybe not then.

Her grey eyes gave me the most patronising look that, sadly, I was getting used to receiving.

"What? Read the apron." I gestured downwards at my chest.

She rolled her eyes then got up from her seat at the end of the island. She roughly pushed me up against the cupboard, pressing her lips to mine. It was highly unexpected.

Not that I was complaining.

Let's just say the pancakes lay cold on the side for the rest of the morning, long forgotten.

It was around 1:00pm when we decided to finally get up. Correction: Annabeth decided. I was perfectly content just lying in bed with her for the rest of the day watching movies but she had other things on her mind.

"Come on Perce."

"Please Wise Girl, stay with me. The world can wait."

"Sure Seaweed Brain, it can." She teased. "But your mother cannot."

I sat bolt upright at this one.

"We're meant to be going to see her today? You could've told me! First impressions count! Oh man, she's going to think I'm such a bad son for being late..." I scrambled out from under the covers as if I'd just been told there was a one-time-only blue cookie sale just outside.

Annabeth was laughing at me from the end of the bed and I shot her a death glare. This was serious.

I am meeting my mum for the first time.

Well, basically.

The last time I saw her was when I was a baby, after that I was taken with Poseidon to live in Atlantis; that doesn't really count.

So this is a big deal.

"Percy calm down." She gently hugged me which instantly soothed my nerves. "It's our honeymoon for Gods' sake! We're meant to relax, together, as a couple. Don't worry, your mother understands that."

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "I still haven't seen her in a very long time. This is a big step for me."

"Come on. Let's go." She grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together, and began guiding me through the cabin. "We can chill on the beach for a while then visit them for dinner. Don't fret, I'm just as nervous as you."

I pecked her on the cheek. "Thank you. I'd be a wreck without you."

Annabeth's eyes sparkled as if to say 'Don't I know it.'

I slipped on some flip flops and collected the sun cream; she grabbed a beach bag, gathering our swimsuits and two towels into it.

"You're amazing Wise Girl, you know that?" She blew a kiss from across the room. She was currently stood in front of a mirror, quickly tying her curls into a ponytail. Annabeth felt it was more practical to have her hair up, but I loved it either way.

"And the best thing? You're my Wise Girl."

"You're such a sap Percy." But she hugged me with her free arm regardless, and ran her hand through my hair. She nodded towards the door. I opened it like a gentleman, bowed, and motioned for her to exit.

"I Love you Mr Percy Jackson." She kissed me lightly on the lips.

"And I love you Mrs Annabeth Jackson."

I smiled at the back of her retreating form and closed the door behind us. I sighed, and made a mental toast:

"Here's to the start of ever after."