Of New Life

Chapter 11

Okay so I was crying when I was writing this at 1:00am, so if you aren't too, I did something wrong. And this is my longest chapter yet. Also THIS STORY WAS RANKED #53 OUT OF 44.5K UNDER THE PERCYJACKSON TAG!!!!!!! It keeps moving around but I was so proud ;) anyways enjoy the story and all rights so to Rick Riordan. 

Annabeth's POV:

Annabeth stood with Percy outside of her dad's house. They didn't plan on being here all day, and she didn't want to be there that long too. Annabeth held Luke in her arms and had a small backpack on. Percy carried Silena, who was in a bassinet, and also had a small backpack. They didn't bring both bassinets because she didn't feel like carrying too much with them. Percy also was very nervous when it came to her picking up heavy things. He let her carry the twins and a bassinet, that was it. Will had told her not to pick up heavy things, but she thought she was fine.

Percy knocked on the door for her. She had called her dad and let him know that they were coming in advance, but she didn't think it would make much of a difference if she had called or not. Frederick Chase opened the door a few moments later.

He looked the same as he always had. Sandy blonde hair with dark brown eyes. He had his glasses on, probably because he was in the middle of something. He smiled at his daughter.

"Hello, Annabeth, Percy," he greeted.

"Hi, Dad," Annabeth returned.

"Hello, sir," Percy said.

Frederick smiled again. "Come in."

They stepped through the door and Annabeth took in her surroundings. She hadn't been here in a while. It smelled clean, but in a very polished wood and furniture way. From what she could tell from the foyer, the place had been redone.

Annabeth hugged her dad for a minute. She hadn't realized how long it had been since she had last seen him. She thought back, trying to remember. Had she really not seen him since her wedding?

All at once it hit her harder than that brick hit Jason. She finally understood why Percy wanted her to come here and see her family. For the last 5 ish years, she had almost replaced her side of the family with Sally, Paul, and Estelle. Sure she loved them dearly, but she had, in a way, abandoned her own people. To be fair, it's not like they made more of an effort to see her, but she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"I missed you, Anna Elizabeth," he whispered in her ear.

She almost started crying at that. Her given name was Anna Elizabeth, but always went by Annabeth as a nickname. After she got to camp, her name was Annabeth and that was so. After she married Percy, she legally changed her name to Annabeth Jackson. Her dad when she was younger always called her by her full name. That was one of the few good memories she had with him.

"I missed you too, dad," she mumbled.

Frederick stuck his hand out to Percy, which he took in a firm handshake.

"How are you, Percy?" he asked.

"I'm good Dr. Chase, yourself?"

"Well."

Annabeth smiled and looked between them. She stared at her dad for a little longer until he looked back at her. She grinned and glanced back at Percy as if to say isn't he great!

They walked into the living room together and sat down on the couch. Her dad looked down at the baby in her arms. He glanced back up at her, down at the baby, and back up at her. A silent question she understood. She passed her son to her father.

"What is his name?" Frederick questioned.

"Luke, Luke Charles Jackson," she answered.

He stared at his grandson for a little while longer. Luke just stared back up at him, sucking his thumb. He was the easier baby, his sister inherited the sass.