“I don’t give a gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain’t so afraid of losing something that I ain’t gonna try to have it. You and I would make a beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period"
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. “We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”