Finding The Way Back To You

Fifteen: Pointing My Direction (...Love is Fatal)

a/n: (it's crap lmk what you think please)

Percy couldn't believe the day had come so quickly. He knew that when he finally decided to get married that it would have to be with someone who meant something to him... and his mom– and Peyton, oh, and now Annabeth.

Grace has touched each and every person in his life.

Checking his appearance nervously, Percy tried to put on a happy face. If anything, today should be his happiest day, at least until his baby boy is born. Percy knows it's not couth to hope the kid identifies a specific way but he always wanted a brother growing up, and having a son to call his own might just make up for it. He will be happy with whoever he gets as his child of course.

"You ready?" Paul patted Percy on the back, and fixed his collar.

"Is anyone ever ready?"

"Well, I was ready when I met your mom." Paul started to make adjustments to Percy's jacket.

"You were each other's second marriages." He deadpanned, slightly loosening his tie, feeling the walls starting to close in on him.

"You got me there, Bud."

"Is this a mistake?"

"Perce," Paul sighed, "the second you see that girl walking towards you down that aisle, you'll know."

"So this is normal?"

"I'd be concerned if you weren't nervous, Perce."

Footsteps from down the hall ended up being Grover, so Paul excused himself to go find Sally.

"Hey, G-Man." Percy gave a forced (and totally not at all pained) smile.

"You look like you've been through it."

"I just– something doesn't feel right." He messed up his hair so it was the way he (Annabeth) likes it. "How– How did you feel when you married Junie?"

"Man, I was nervous, but," and he seemed hesitant, "I knew she was who I want to spend my life with." Grover seemed lost in a trance as he remembered his wedding day, as if it were fifty years ago. (It was three months) "Why? Are you doubting this?"

"No, not anymore, I– I know what I'm doing now."

Percy fixed his hair and hugged Grover tighter than he would have had he not just saved his marriage. 

Percy doesn't remember much about what happened after that. 

He definitely doesn't remember walking down the aisle but there he was, his mother kissing his cheeks and sitting down to watch her boy get married.

Everyone stood and eyes were on her.

Percy couldn't see anyone but her, glowing, and stealing the show from Grace. Annabeth was the only person he could see at that moment. He didn't want to see anyone else.

She was it.

Annabeth was all he craved, and yearned for. For fuck's sake she's carrying his baby–

What is he doing?

Is he dumb–

He knows he's dumb, but this dumb?

Stupid enough to let the girl he pined over slip through his fingers.

~

Annabeth wasn't sure what was going on. Had what happened really happened? She had to be dreaming. Stuff like this only happens in TV, more specifically, Friends, but her life isn't a movie or a tv show, this is her real life.

"Grace, I– I meant Grace." Percy laughed, hoping everyone would think he was kidding! He's just joking around! Of course he didn't just say Annabeth's name!"

Though, he is looking at her, and she's looking at him, and everyone is looking at them looking at each other– 

"Do you want to start over?"

"No, no, I– I meant Grace, obviously. I saw Annabeth's face and her name just popped in my head. You know– like, uh, when you're mid sentence and, uhm, you– you see something and your brain processes what it's saying and what it's seeing and, obviously, Annabeth still has a role in my life, and so, my mouth formed what my brain saw for a split second, because how anyone can– can focus on anything except my beautiful bride–"

"Alright there, Perce, we'll start over for you." Grover patted his shoulder, trying to stop his ramblings.

Meanwhile, Annabeth was trying to decide if she should go up to the altar or not. Percy had just said her name, and, well, he's Percy.

Annabeth was desperately trying to get Peyton's attention to ask them if she should go up there, but before she could process what was happening, Percy had fled.

~

Work the following Monday was a treat.

Annabeth, now eight and a half months along, waddled into work, and as she's sitting down she can feel everyone's eyes on her. Was it because she looked as fat as she felt or was it because of the other thing? Which, by the way, isn't really her fault, right? Like, how is her consistently pining over her ex a bad thing? Is it her fault that she technically has dibs on him?

Annabeth reached over to buzz for Grace when a sudden sharp shock of pain shot straight through her, as if she had been stabbed through the back with an electric spear. What the fu–

"Grace?" Annabeth winced. With no response, and not wanting to cause a scene, Annabeth reached for her phone and called Percy.

"Beth? Hello? Annabeth?"

"Hey, uh– Perce." She tried to keep the pain out of her voice. "I'm not sure–" Did she just– did she just pee herself? "I uh–"

"Beth? Are you okay?"

"All good, I think my water just broke."

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