My Best Friend's Brother part Two [percabeth]

Thirty Four

Enjoy emmathestallion it's finally here!

Third person POV

Today is the day Annabeth and Percy get married.

Sally's in charge of Emma.
Paul is helping Percy with his tie.
...and Peyton is helping Annabeth with her makeup.

"Annabeth, you look..." Annabeth turned around from looking in the mirror, and criticizing herself. She thinks she hasn't lost the baby weight, so to her, she looks like a slut. Which just isn't true.

"Fat?"

"Oh gods, honey, no. You look gorgeous. Percy's going to love it."

"You really think so?"

"If I know my brother, and I think I do, I know that he'll love it."

"What if he strays again?"

"What do you mean again?"

"Before I went into labor, this cashier from target kissed him... Or was it Silena...?"

"There was more than one!?"

"It was before he committed to me, and one of them came back, and it was a whole thing, but he's mine now... right?"

"As much as you are his."

"Right..." Annabeth was understandably nervous. The whole thing is supposed to be till death do us part and all that sappy shit, but all the relationships she watched growing up were all but 'till death'. They were all 'till I don't feel like it' or 'till I find someone better.' How was she supposed to walk down that aisle and not be worried if Percy'll stray again. Despite what Peyton says, he's still Percy Jackson. And Percy Jackson, the Olympic swimmer, playwright, is a player. He doesn't settle.

The worst part was yet to come.

Little did any of them know, Freddy Chase was walking into the hotel this very instant, looking for his daughter. Now heckling the lady at the front desk, just trying to do her job.

"Hi. I'm Frederick Chase, Father of the bride, where can I find her?"

"Y-You're the father?" She was never told that the father of the bride would be coming, she only knew that the groom's family would be attending.

"Yes ma'am now bring me to the bride." His voice was stern, almost scary. She understood why the bride wouldn't want a man with such toxic energy at her wedding.

"Y-Yes sir." The woman at the front desk, whose job isn't to bring scary fathers to their daughters ran him to where Annabeth was finishing getting ready.

"Honey you look gorgeous." Freddy cleared his throat, scaring Peyton who pushed him out of the room, thinking it was Percy.

"Percy! You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding! You kelp head!"

"I'm not Percy." Peyton looked up, and was met with cropped dark, graying blonde hair, and brown eyes.

"Sorry— uh... w-who are you?"

"Where's Annabeth?" Then Peyton realized.

"Oh my— g-gods, Mr. Chase, how are you? It's been- gods how long has it been?"

"I believe you and Annabeth were nine or ten when Annabeth refused to have her friends over."

"Yes. I believe so."

"So?"

"So...?" Peyton rocked nervously back and forth on her heels.

"Can I see Annabeth?"