Chapter Seven
A/N: this is NOT one of my best, but I needed to get it out, so...here it is...
They had simply been sitting on the coach, watching some movie, Annabeth leaning on his shoulder when someone—or some god—flashed into the room with a smell of…lemon soap. Annabeth always smelled like lemon soap. The goddess looked like her, too.
“Lady Aphrodite. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Annabeth asked, suddenly feeling worried.
Percy wasn’t as distressed. At least it hadn’t been Athena. “And have you ever heard of knocking?” he asked, eyes still fixed on the screen. He took a sip from his beer bottle.
“When my favorite couple decided to run off and elope without telling me, I was shocked! Of course, Annabeth dear, I understand. It really is stressful planning a wedding, but if I recal, I’d offered many times to do it for you.”
Annabeth nodded. “I remember.”
“Percy, darling, I do hope you’re being romantic enough to her. I know you struggled at the beginning, but now that you’re married—”
“He’s perfect, Aphrodite. Very romantic.” Annabeth assured her. She was trying to rush through it.
“And you two have a good behind-bedroom-doors life?”
Percy coughed, staring at the ground as he choked on his drink. He’d let Annabeth answer this one.
Blushing furiously, Annabeth asked, “You’re not going to leave us alone until we answer that, are you?”
“No, dear, I’m not.”
“Of course,” Percy mumbled.
“Aphrodite—”
“I’m just doing my job, loves. Checking to make sure everything is order, you’re making each other happy emotionally and physically.”
They exchanged a glance.
“Aphrodite, really, we’re perfectly fine.”
“But, Annabeth, is he?” She winked.
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes. Wonderful, really. Now—”
But she didn’t stop. She keep talking on and on, asking questions. Only when she was satisfied with the answers she gave, did she smile warmly and make it seem like she was about to leave.
“That’s fantastic. Congratulations are in order, I expect. Mazel tov and all that. Annabeth, do call me if you have a question, dear. And Percy…keep her happy.” She winked at him and poofed away again.
The couple looked at each other. Percy was grinning cockily. “Wonderful? I’m wonderful?”
“Don’t go getting a big ego, now.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Aphrodite bugs me.”
Percy laughed and kissed her on the top of her head. “I know. She’s nosier than my mother. I didn’t know that was possible.”
They had simply been sitting on the coach, watching some movie, Annabeth leaning on his shoulder when someone—or some god—flashed into the room with a smell of…lemon soap. Annabeth always smelled like lemon soap. The goddess looked like her, too.
“Lady Aphrodite. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Annabeth asked, suddenly feeling worried.
Percy wasn’t as distressed. At least it hadn’t been Athena. “And have you ever heard of knocking?” he asked, eyes still fixed on the screen. He took a sip from his beer bottle.
“When my favorite couple decided to run off and elope without telling me, I was shocked! Of course, Annabeth dear, I understand. It really is stressful planning a wedding, but if I recal, I’d offered many times to do it for you.”
Annabeth nodded. “I remember.”
“Percy, darling, I do hope you’re being romantic enough to her. I know you struggled at the beginning, but now that you’re married—”
“He’s perfect, Aphrodite. Very romantic.” Annabeth assured her. She was trying to rush through it.
“And you two have a good behind-bedroom-doors life?”
Percy coughed, staring at the ground as he choked on his drink. He’d let Annabeth answer this one.
Blushing furiously, Annabeth asked, “You’re not going to leave us alone until we answer that, are you?”
“No, dear, I’m not.”
“Of course,” Percy mumbled.
“Aphrodite—”
“I’m just doing my job, loves. Checking to make sure everything is order, you’re making each other happy emotionally and physically.”
They exchanged a glance.
“Aphrodite, really, we’re perfectly fine.”
“But, Annabeth, is he?” She winked.
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes. Wonderful, really. Now—”
But she didn’t stop. She keep talking on and on, asking questions. Only when she was satisfied with the answers she gave, did she smile warmly and make it seem like she was about to leave.
“That’s fantastic. Congratulations are in order, I expect. Mazel tov and all that. Annabeth, do call me if you have a question, dear. And Percy…keep her happy.” She winked at him and poofed away again.
The couple looked at each other. Percy was grinning cockily. “Wonderful? I’m wonderful?”
“Don’t go getting a big ego, now.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Aphrodite bugs me.”
Percy laughed and kissed her on the top of her head. “I know. She’s nosier than my mother. I didn’t know that was possible.”