Jiper's Child: Children of Olympus #2

Chapter Four: I Kill Some Flowers

**Well guys. I've been working hard. Here's another chapter already :) It should be  a fairly long one. I apologize if this chapter is kind of corny, but... enjoy! Also, the spacing has been kind of weird when I upload this to Wattpad, so sorry if that is messed up but I don't know what it's doing. Anyways. The story."

Chapter Four : I Kill Some Flowers

ANNABETH

Annabeth had been all prepared for a screaming, crying, kicking, biting baby girl what with all of the parenting books she’d read before hand, but what the books hadn’t accounted for giving birth to the Goddess of Peace. To Annabeth’s and Percy’s amazement, they were both able to continue getting a full night’s sleep. Little Serenity was living up to her name.

Sure, she needed to be cared for. But she ate when she was fed without protest and sat still as they changed her diaper (although, Percy still wasn’t thrilled with that task; after he heard that Calypso had removed that particular function from Caleo’s crib, Annabeth had overheard Percy asking to borrow it from Leo. She didn’t let him). When she did need something, she’d make the cutest little baby sound that melted Annabeth’s heart every time.

Maybe Annabeth was just imagining it, maybe it was just because they were all gods now and had little to worry about, but she felt almost as if Serenity’s birth had indeed brought peace. Not that all of the monsters were gone, or that wars abroad had stopped being fought, but there seemed to be less bickering in their house when Serenity was around. She had even given Piper the child to hold when she was feeling crabby, and quickly her agitated mood had been replaced with content.

Of course, that could also be attributed to the frequent mood swings Piper had gained with her pregnancy. When Piper had first found out that she was having triplets, she had come bursting through the door with  joy, exclaiming to all of them that she was going to be having three babies, not one. Only about a half an hour later had Annabeth found in her room, crying, wondering how she was going to deal with three babies.

Once, as a sort of experiment, Annabeth had put her baby in a little stroller and walked past the sword-fighting arena of the camp. Two kids were arguing about whether or not the shot one had taken was fair, and it was beginning to look serious; they were each still holding their weapons, looking menacing. Annabeth could only imagine what she looked like to them as she pushed a baby along in a little white stroller past the fighting arena, but despite their strange looks, they seemed to soften and quickly resolve the argument. Similar things happened multiple times.

While Annabeth knew that one goddess alone couldn’t achieve world peace, couldn’t stop all of the wars and the political fights and the bullying that went on, there was no doubt that she had an impact on those near her. There was no doubt that Annabeth was raising a true goddess of peace.

She noticed things about herself, too, now that she was a goddess. For one thing, to her amazement, she hadn’t even needed to try to get her pre-pregnancy body back. It seemed no matter what she did, her body would always stay in it’s prime. That was something she could get used to; while she ready to settle down and live a fairly peaceful life, she was glad that she didn’t have to completely give up her strength and fight.

Being a daughter of Athena, Annabeth had always been more tuned in to the architecture of things than the average person would be, but being the Goddess of Architecture took it to a whole new level. She’d find herself wincing unconsciously every time she stepped into a building with unsteady foundations or incorrect measurements. And then there was her hubris again, taking over in any building that was not designed perfectly as she mentally cursed the architects and corrected the mistakes in her mind. She was even amazed at her own errors when she had returned to her project of redesigning Olympus; in fact, she deleted everything she had done so far and started over from scratch.