Percy POV:
You may not know me. That's cool. Not a lot of people do. I'm Percy Jackson. I'm 35 years old, and I have 3 kids, Charles(10), Bianca(13), and Luke(3 months), and a wife, Annabeth. I work as a police officer in New York. Now that you know that, I can continue.
I walked in the door to the apartment, only to be immediately tackled by a flying 10-year old boy.
"Dad's home!" Charles yelled. Right in my ear.
"Char, not in the ear." I lifted him off of me.
"Sorry Dad. Bianca!"
"What?"
"Dad's home!"
My 13-year old walked in from her room down the hall. "Hi Dad."
"Hey Bianca."
I walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. My wife walked in.
"How was work, Seaweed Brain?" She asked as she got me a cup of coffee.
"Long. 3 car chases, 2 of which led to foot chases. 3 house calls. Et cetera."
She sighed sympathetically.
I drank some coffee and looked around for my daughter. "Where'd Bianca go?"
Annabeth looked down the hall. "In her room. She spends a lot of time in there now."
I sighed. 'Wanna go out for dinner guys?"
Char grinned. "I've been waiting for you to say that Dad. McDonalds?"
I smiled."I was thinking a sit-down restaraunt."
"You can sit at McDonalds! Please?"
I looked at Annabeth, who laughed at his persistence. Not in a rude way, but like-oh nevermind.
"Alright. Bianca!"I reluctantly agreed.
"I'm not going to stupid McDonalds. Its disgusting." She called.
"Well, if you wanna go to bed hungry..." My wife said. Suddenly a baby crying interrupted us.
"I got him." I stood up and walked toward our room, which we shared with Luke.
"Hey buddy! What's wrong? Dadadada. You're okay. " In response to my soothing words, my son screamed in my face as I picked him up.
"Ugh. Ok, come on. Annabeth, are there any clean bottles?" I called down the hall.
"Uh, a couple! I'll make one!"
"Thanks!"
I went out into the living room and took the bottle from Annabeth as I kissed her cheek.
"Alright Luke, let's try this." I stuck the bottle in his mouth and sat on the couch. It was gonna be a little while before we left.
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Jason POV
I grinned as I watched my twin sons wrestling. Duncan and Justin were 14 years old. Piper walked in from our room and rolled her eyes at them. She stepped toward them and grabbed Justin around the waist. I stepped forward and grabbed Duncan. We pulled them apart as I yelled, "Release!" Duncan wrested himself from my grip and straightened his shirt.
He glared at me. "We aren't dogs, Dad."
I chuckled. "The way you two fight, you could be."
I looked at Piper. "Okay, wanna go out?"
Duncan and Justin grinned like Mercury's kids when planning a prank. "You guys go on a date. We're good here."
Piper narrowed her beautiful eyes at them." You mess up this house in any way,you won't see the light of day until you're 30."
