Summary: It was Sally's wedding and she's wondering why isn't she nervous. Maybe it's because the young man beside her is doing it for her. (Sally's POV)

Time: Post BotL and Pre tLO

Main Character(s): Sally and Percy

You smile as you stare down the aisle because at the end stood the man who loves you. Not because you are perfect. You are not even close to perfection despite being loved (or maybe he still does, wishful thinking) by a god. You are beaten and scarred, but not broken. You refuse to be broken by a few years of abuse because you are stronger than you believe. And it was for a worthy cause. Your baby boy is always worth it. You honestly don't understand why he loves you but he does. And so you fell for him. And so you're going to be Mrs. Paul Blowfis.

You wonder why you're not fidgeting and panicking on your own wedding day. Was it because it was the second time you're marrying? Definitely not that, since you don't consider marrying him (it, your mind whispers vehemently) as your first marriage. You don't know why either, but you're not rambling nor showing any sign of nervousness, though the same cannot be said to the boy beside you.

You giggle at the thought, earning a nervous glance from him, the boy who will always be your baby. Your son, Percy. You see him fidgeting by your side as he fiddled with his cufflinks. "Percy," you gently admonish him. He stopped messing with his cuffs but you see his feet shuffling in impatience. You just smile at your son and his ADHD tendencies.

Where have the years passed? Where is the little boy who had to be bribed with cookies just to get him out of the bath tub? Where is the little boy you had to coax before telling you the truth that would have led to either his suspension or expulsion? Where is your little boy that has been replaced by the young man beside you?

He has only been going to the summer camp for three years yet you can see the difference. No longer was he scrawny and lacked self-confidence. Even though you initially didn't want to send your son there, you can't deny that it has done him some good. It made a hero out of your son.

No, the camp only brought out what was already there. Your son has always been a hero.

Many offered to walk you down the aisle as your father's replacement. The manager of the candy shop, the editor of your new book, and even Paul's brothers offered. But you denied them since your son asked first. He wanted a role in your wedding and you couldn't deny him that.

And it fits, you realize belatedly. It was him who was going to give you up to Paul, not the manager, nor the editor, and definitely not his brothers. It has always been the two of you and now he has to share you with your husband-to-be.

It's a pity that none of his friends could attend. All of them are so far away and so busy with their lives. Even his classmate, Rachel Dare. You wonder if Annabeth knows about Rachel. And you wonder if you'll have a redhead for a daughter-in-law instead of a blonde. You grin at the thought of your son attracting so many beautiful women. It must be because he looks so much like his father, like a god.

Finally, it was your turn to walk down the aisle after the flower girls and ring bearers. All eyes were on you and you were starting to feel conscious. Percy seemed to have noticed your hesitation and gave you a smile that reminded you so much of Poseidon that it hurt (used to anyway) and led you to the altar.

At the end, you couldn't help but grin and Paul mirrors it. You're finally getting married.

Percy suddenly pulls you into a hug and you wonder when has he grown so tall? He was only fifteen yet he was almost your height, though you weren't very tall to begin with. It used to be that he was the one engulfed in your embrace, not the other way around. "Love you, mom," he whispers softly into your ear and your eyes sting.

Both of you knew that Percy led a dangerous life being a demigod and all, so you have to make the most of the time you spend together. "Love you too," you reply as he pulls away.

Then he gave Paul an unnerving stare with his sea-green eyes. Personally, you are happy not to be on the receiving end of such a burning gaze since Paul seems to be slightly uncomfortable. These were the moments that make you realize that Percy was indeed part god since there is something quite inhuman with the intensity of his gaze.

"Love my mom," he says to Paul with such seriousness you'd never expect from your sweet child. "I will," Paul replied confidently. Percy nodded before flushing and rushing to his assigned seat. The minister looks quite confused with the whole interaction while Paul seemed relieved.

You on the other hand couldn't help but say, "Don't I get a say?"

AN: A product of my procrastination, so now I'm cramming it as I post. I'm pretty happy with this except for the wonky grammar at times, but that's what I get when I leave it unbeta'd. I'm just kinda tired of seeing so many romance fics in the PJO fandom that I'm starting my own revolution: a fic full of family shots. I have more plenty more ideas for this, all one-shots/drabbles, so watch out for it. So, that's all. Enjoy reading. X3