My Best Friend's Brother part Two [percabeth]

Twenty Six

Percy POV (I know it was just his POV, I just can't write whats going to happen from Annabeth's POV I'd have to do way too much research and I'm kinda not up for that sorry... 🤧😅😊)

We took Emma home maybe two weeks ago, and Annabeth's just kind of getting worse. I don't know how to help her. She doesn't even want to talk to me. Don't get me wrong, I love Emma, I wouldn't trade her for the world, but I do question it when it comes to Annabeth. Gods I'm an awful father, but I'm new at this.

Annabeth's just so... sad all the time. I have to force her out of bed only for her to mope on the couch. I'll ask her whats wrong and she just snaps at me. Asking me why I called her a terrible mother or why can't I just leave her alone. I'm scared to leave the apartment without Emma, even if Annabeth is home. I even offered to read to her in the bath as we had when she was pregnant, but she just huffed, scoffed, and glared at me as she laid down in the bed.

Then there's Emma who's up at nine, and then twelve and then two, and then three thirty like clock work. She goes maybe two or so hours of sleeping like an angel to a screaming banshee. I ask Annabeth if she could deal with her just one time but she just started crying and I had to pick one of them to deal with and I figured Emma would be the safest bet.

As much as I don't want to do it, I think I need to call in reinforcements.

"Hey."

"Hey whats up hon?"

"I need your help."

"Of course, should I plan on staying a bit?"

"Yeah just till I can talk to Will about what the actual fuck is happening to Annabeth."

"From what you told me it sounds a little like postpartum depression, my friend Mary had it with your friend Andrew."

"She did?"

"Yeah, but once she spoke to her doctor about what she was feeling she was given the help she needed. Then again, I'm just an author, not a doctor, so I'd talk to a professional."

"Thank you so much. Maybe you can watch Emma when we have the appointment?"

"I'd love too, I haven't gotten the chance to take care of an itty bitty teeny tiny little baby since Estelle! I miss babies." I chuckled at my mom, she really found her calling, not only as an author, but she's like a kick ass mom. She never got mad at us, she'd get disappointed, sure, but there's something about her sad eyes that makes you need to do better.

I walk over to the couch and sit next to Annabeth who's just staring off into space, looking at the door.

"Whatcha thinkin bout Wise Girl?"

"What it'd be like to just... run."

"You can't go on a run for a couple weeks." I kiss her temple but she kind of tried to miss me.

"Thats not what I mean Percy. I mean, I might just... leave. You clearly have it handled, we're not married, I could just run, let you be happy with Emma, maybe Rachel could be a good mom to her. She can grow up thinking Rachel's her mom, and the gray eyes were just a fluke, or something." I wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against my chest.

"Listen to me alright? You are the only person who can be her mother, nobody could do as great of a job as you, so please, I'm making an appointment with the OBGYN and we;re going to figure out how to help you."

"Help me? Help me with what?"

"Your uhm postpartum depression?" I kind of shied away, in fear she'll take it personally.