Unexpectedly Expecting (Previously Known As Unexpected)

14 - Percy

As it turns out, stress isn't good when you're pregnant.

The doctor told Annabeth that her stress was putting pressure on the babies (yes, that was confirmed. It's twins.) and now she has to be on bedrest for at least 3 weeks. She's not too happy about it, and, to be honest, neither am I, but it's what's best for her.

I open the door to our room and she's laying on the bed, reading Lord of the Flies. I remember when I had to read that in seventh grade. That was the year I met Tyson.

I lean against the doorframe, making Annabeth look up when it squeaks. She has dark circles under her eyes from sleepless nights and her hair is matted from not brushing it, but she still looks beautiful. Especial when she smiles at me. "It's a little early for you to tell me to stay in bed," she says. "But I guess you should get it over with."

I smile. "I won't tell you to get in bed unless you get out."

"What if I have to use the bathroom?"

"That I will allow you to do, but other than that, I will get it."

She puts her book down with a sigh that makes me feel guilty. "Bedrest is the stupidest crap ever. I don't see how staying in bed is any less stressing."

I sit next to her on the bed. "I know. But we need to listen to the doctor to make sure they come lit healthy." I put a hand on her stomach and feel slight fluttering. I smile down at her and feel a slight kick on my hand. "She's telling you to stay in bed."

Her smile fades a little. "It's not too late to find out."

"I want it to be a surprise."

While we were at the doctor, they found out the genders and asked us if we wanted to know. Annabeth said she wanted to keep it a surprise, and so did I. They said then could tell one of us if only one of us wanted to know, but I said no. I like the element of surprise.

She lays her head on my shoulder, folding her cold hand on top of mine, still resting on her stomach. She's grown a little, and I'm not used to seeing her with a slight bump on her stomach. It sticks out a out 4 inches, giving us some weird stares in public, but I don't mind, and she doesn't seem to, either. "Are you okay?" I ask.

She sighs and shifts until she's comfortable in my embrace. "Some sleep would be nice. But I have you, and that's all I need."

I kiss the top of her head. "I'm gonna go to the store really quick. Need anything?"

She looks up at me with a look of plead in her eyes. "Can I just go with you?"

"Not for a few more days. You need rest."

"I've been resting for 2 and a half weeks. I need to get up and do something before I loose it."

I sigh. "I don't know, Annabeth."

"I'll be fine." She slides out of bed and slides some jeans on that she found on the floor. She gets a black t-shirt put of the drawer and struggles to get it over her arms and stomach. I get up and help her, but the shirt rips at the biceps and she curses. "I need new clothes, anyways," she says. "I need to go anyways to make sure they fit."

I think for a moment then sigh. "Fine. But you need to tell me if you feel anything, okay?"

She nods. "I promise."

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Okay, I know it's short, but it might be a double update!