Percabeth Oneshots

Panic Pregnancy

By me.

Annabeth was on her way to a meeting with her team of architects when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Glancing down, she smiled at the name that popped up—Seaweed Brain.

She quickly answered, expecting the usual goofy banter or an update about something absurd.

“Hey, babe, listen,” she said, already juggling papers, her coffee, and a tight deadline. “I’m breaking up—”

“I'm pregnant!” Percy blurted out, voice full of sudden panic.

There was silence.

Annabeth blinked. What.

“I... I meant the call,” she clarified, suppressing a laugh but utterly confused. “You know, the phone call. I'm breaking up because the signal's bad.”

"Oh," Percy said sheepishly. “Right. Sorry. I panicked.”

Annabeth couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, stopping dead in her tracks on the sidewalk. She could practically picture Percy on the other end, flustered and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Pregnant, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s a new one.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking!” Percy groaned. “I just... you said ‘breaking up,’ and my brain short-circuited!”

Annabeth chuckled, still amused by the mental image of Percy going into full-on panic mode over nothing. “Seaweed Brain, you know we’ve faced monsters, Titans, and angry gods, right? A dropped phone call isn't something to panic about.”

“Well, when you say it like that...” Percy trailed off, sounding thoroughly embarrassed.

Annabeth shook her head, still smiling. “You’re hopeless.”

“But you love me.”

“That’s debatable after that comment.”

“I’m just saying,” Percy started, mischief creeping back into his voice, “if I were pregnant, I'd probably look great, right? A glowing sea demigod.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, a grin still plastered on her face. “Sure, Percy. Glowing and full of surprises.”

“I’d have the cravings for blue food, though. No way that’s changing.”

“I’ll make sure to stock up on blue cupcakes for your pregnancy.”

“I knew you cared,” Percy replied dramatically.

“Don’t push it.”

“Annabeth, we could name it something cool, like Poseidon Jr. or Seaweed Jr.—”

“Percy, please, I have a meeting in five minutes,” she cut in, unable to stop laughing. “Let's save the baby talk for when I'm actually pregnant, okay?”

“Deal,” Percy agreed. “But I’m still putting blue cupcakes on the shopping list.”

Annabeth hung up, still shaking her head and chuckling to herself. Seaweed Brain was the king of overreacting, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.