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Perseus Jackson.
Son of Poseidon, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses.
Survivor of Tartarus.
Carrier of the sky.
Best swordsman in demigod history.
And most recently and importantly, a father.
A now 26 year old savior of Olympus grinned ear to ear, happy tears sliding down his face. For the beautiful—because in Percy's very non-biased opinion Annabeth looked gorgeous even after 4 hours of excruciating labor—woman propped up on pillows in front of him was currently holding perhaps the best birthday present of his life.
2 precious bundles of soft flesh, wailing voices, and tightly fisted hands refusing to let go of his index.
A girl swaddled in a light pink blanket, with her sea green eyes squeezed shut, and curls of blonde ringlets falling into her face.
Zöe Silena Jackson
A boy bunched tightly in a baby blue blanket with a grayish-blue hue to his irises, and blonde tufts already showing.
Luke Jason Jackson
Twins.
His twins.
His to forever hold, forever care for, forever love.
"Seaweed brain," Annabeth choked, a wet sheen clouding her eyes, still cradling the 2 hollering children. "Seaweed brain they're ours. They're ours."
Percy leaned down and kissed the top of each tiny forehead, before pressing another onto his crush since 12, girlfriend since 16, wife since 20, and now mother of his children.
"Yeah, Wise Girl. They are."
-x-x-x-
Aphrodite truly was something.
One moonlit night turned into the life changer of the century, when the goddess of fertility looked down at the, in her words, "unfortunate mortals", that were the newly wed Niccolo and William Di-Solace.
Wouldn't it just be so perfect for children to appear in one of her favorite ships lives?
So of course with absolute no consultation of the demigods themselves, the immortal deity of love gave her wedding gift.
Aphrodite reached up to the pearl necklace around her neck, before snapping it into a hundred pristine fresh water pearls. The goddess stood and watched, as the beads scattered. Some went into the corners of the room. Some behind her throne. Some rolled beneath her tables and chairs.
2 however, found their way out of her palace into her crystal-like ponds, floating on top of lotus lily pads.
Scooping the chosen pearls into her hand, she gently caressed the smooth surface, channeling the same force she had done with Pandora all those years ago.
And then the pearls were gone.
In their places, 2 sleeping children—a boy and girl.
The soon to be Bianca-Maria Di-Solace and Ace Mitchell Di-Solace.
Placed in a basket woven with cedar wood, lined with plush plumes of cotton under silk, and myrtle flowers twisted into the weaves. Just in case it wasn't clear enough who sent the congratulations.
A tired Will Di-Solace would open his front door tomorrow expecting a package of cookies from his mother, and be greeted with 2 children with their personalities already set in stone.
Happy marriage Solangelo.
- Aphrodite
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In the Church of Humanity, women had one job and one job only.
Produce children as soon as their body's would allow it.
It was the whole reason why a girl was desired in a household at all.
When a man in the Church wanted a wife, he would send a request to a husband of whom he knew had an eligible wife. Once that daughter—who would bear the name their future husband chose—was born and "raised" until the tender age of 10 to 13 depending, they would be handed off at the altar to a man thrice their age.
It was morbid.
It was cruel.
It was a cult.
But no law enforcement would venture into the depths of the Appalachian mountains for a "maybe" cult.
And so it would continue.
A newly born Rielle Florence Fawne laid in her cradle, her mother already having been dragged off by the monster she would need to call father, while her older sister pushed the wooden rockers at the bottom. Rene Artha Fawne cried for her new sister, she had already seen the horrors of the church after all.
And the sisters she had before never came back.
-x-x-x-
Hazel's water wasn't supposed to break during her second trimester.
She wasn't supposed to deliver their son in a barn.
The back-from-the-dead mist controller was showing Frank how the new foal had adjusted to the environment, when her water had broke, and the medics had given the go ahead to push on a stack of hay.
Fai Zhang was born without warning, defying expectations that the medics of New Rome had guaranteed, crying into this world before the sun made it's journey up the sky.
-x-x-x-
Calypso wasn't supposed to be a mother.
Somwhere deep, deep down both of them knew that. She had never seen a mother in action, never learned nor comprehended the consequences of motherhood. It was something her formerly immortal mind didn't have the capability to grasp.
But as Leo kissed her forehead, cooing at baby Carlos for the first time, she wanted to try.
Just try, for her boy, for her son. For Carlos Charlie Valdez, the squabbling infant whose hands were already hot.
Even though she knew sometimes trying too hard was worse than not trying at all.
-x-x-x-
Can 2 people who were technically dead even have a child?
Probably not, Magnus decided. Imagine going to a parent teacher conference and having to explain why you and your wife were younger than your child.
And that was fine.
There needn't be another extra soul existing just for the end anyways.
But then Alex had met Max.
A small boy at the orphanage, with stubbornly dyed blue hair and grey eyes that promised he would bite. Scrapes on already bruised black knees, cuts on palms that were never allowed to heal, and too small shoes. A story of a father who despised imperfection and blamed his 5 year old son for the divorce that he had had coming.
Max had spat in his face and burned down half the house with gasoline and a cigarette.
When Magnus saw Alex—his beloved, his Einherjar,—hoist the boy onto her back and watched those small, scarred hands reach for the stars...
Well.
He could only welcome the child into their family.
With a few plates of falafel first of course.
-x-x-x-
Samirah cradled her newborn baby girl in her arms.
Amina, she thought, as she gazed into deep brown eyes.
For your faith will guide you through the hardest journeys.
-x-x-x-
Aya Nahida Stone and Elio James Kane were born on 2 different days, exactly 1 second apart, 2 individuals opening their eyes to this world to very different crowds. Aya entered this world screaming and crying healthy to a smiling mother and a father with a camera on 11:59 pm sharp. Elio came a second later across the country, dead silent and still, as a team of medics rushed to provide artificial respiration on 12:00 am precisely.
The cousins would grow as such, 2 polar opposites in everything.
(I got lazy towards the end I'm sorry)