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Annabeth had all Morning classes, and Percy had all Afternoon classes.
When they had made their class schedules in December the year before, it had seemed perfect. Annabeth, unsurprisingly a night owl, would be forced to get up and go to class at Berkeley, and have the afternoons to go to office hours or the library or work on any annoying group projects that might crop up. Meanwhile, Percy, who was a morning person, could get up to make her breakfast, and then spend his mornings on homework or with the legion. They would both have blocks of time during the day proper that they couldn’t spend together, so they’d be able to do schoolwork. And then they’d have evenings completely free.
It had been a great plan six months ago.
Unfortunately for the plan, five months ago, things had changed rather a lot. You could mark it by Annabeth’s growing belly.
It meant that after her morning classes, all she wanted to do was come home and cuddle up on the couch or the bed, knit her little legacy another set of blue booties, and have Percy alternately cuddle her or rub her swollen feet.
But Percy was in Latin 4150: the Poems of Catullus. The only good thing about it was that sometimes he came home and promised her a thousand kisses. Annabeth was left between pillows and balls of yarn and crocheted another baby blanket. Babies were messy, it would be good to have a backup or 12. She’d even been good earlier and listened to her audio book for English while she’d knit another blanket for her own bed.
“I wish your daddy was here, Honey Dew.” She said to her belly, hiding behind the fabric she’d created. “I always miss him when he’s gone. Have I told you about the time he disappeared for months? I don’t know if I have yet. I was so sad, but he was here, making friends with the fifth legion. Who are all going to love you, by the way. But you aren’t a Roman, Honey Dew, you’re Greek, and you have to remember that.”
Honey Dew, the nickname that had come about when Percy had fought his way through a pregnancy book during her first couple weeks and had found the method of sizing strange. But the mocking had eventually made its way to a nickname, even though Honey Dew was currently much closer in size to a Mango. According to Percy’s book.
She was only fluttering around a little in Annabeth’s womb. But the occasional shifts of movement signified that she was awake, and listening to Annabeth’s story about Percy’s trip to Alaska.
“I saw him less than 8 hours ago.” She told the baby, “I don’t know why I miss him so bad. I always thought having you would help. Because you’re part of him. But I think it just makes me miss him more. Cause I know how much he loves us.” She sighed a little, just at the thought of him, “And oh, baby, he loves you so so so much. You will have a daddy who loves you, and who knows just how special and precious you are.”
She ran her hand over her belly, and not for the first time, wished she could hold her baby, meet her properly, hug and kiss her. See her.
She hoped, desperately, that she’d be Percy’s child in every way. All messy black hair and sea green eyes. Cheerful smile and boundless energy.
Gods, she could not wait!
She crocheted her blanket and talked to her baby, on and on and on and on, until the apartment door opened, and in walked the man of her dreams, the love of her life, the father of her child, her best friend.
“What are you up to? I see the blanket”s coming along?” It's a very nice way to put it. This was a new blanket, her fourth in two weeks.
“It's just something to do.” She said, as casual as she can manage. “Mostly I’ve been talking to Honey Dew.”
“Oh yeah?” Percy dropped his backpack without a second thought, and then joined her on the couch, lifting and replacing her half finished blanket over his legs before cuddling in close, and reaching his hand down to her belly.
“Yeah, I’ve been telling her about her daddy.”
She could see the tips of Percy’s ears turn red as she said it. Though the only other response he made was to lean over and kiss Annabeth’s cheek.
“Good things, I hope.”
“Of course, isn’t that right, Honey Dew?”
Percy chuckled, Annabeth could feel the light movement throughout her body.
“We should probably should start talking about names,” Percy said as he pulled away, “Because I do think Honey Dew Jackson-Chase might result in some teasing, as much as I love it.”
Annabeth pulled back and frowned at him “Jackson-Chase?”
“Or Chase-Jackson.” He said, “Whatever you want.”
“Jackson.”
“Yeah?”
“No, Jackson, I don’t want any hyphens. She’s just going to be Jackson.” Annabeth announced it with determination. The truth was she hadn’t even considered that Honey Dew would be anything other than a Jackson until right this second.
“Oh,” Percy honestly looked taken aback. “If you want. I just figured we’d share name duties.”
“Why?” Annabeth asked, “You’re a Jackson, your Mom’s a Jackson. When we get married, I’ll be a Jackson. It would just make it weird if she had a different last name.”
“I didn’t know…you wanted to take my last name when we get married,” Percy admitted. “Are you sure?”
“Very,” She promised, “remind me next time we go to my dad’s, I’ll try and dig out a couple of 9th grade journals. They are covered with Mrs. Jackson.” It had been a sad thing, then, she’d written it thinking he was going to die. But now, here they were. In college and together and in love and with a baby on the way. “So, Honey Dew Jackson.”
“Honey Dew Jackson,” Percy repeated. “She still needs a different first name. And maybe middle. And we should probably think about how we can get you that name changed.”
“Gods, I want to marry you,” Annabeth said. “Most days, I feel like I already have.” With spider threads as her bridal vail and vows of together. “But…Hera…”
The threat to all their joy and happiness, always hanging over their heads.
“Maybe we should name the baby after her.” Percy said, “A peace offering.”
“No.” Annabeth was surprised by her own fierce tone. But then, she didn’t want to name their baby after Hera. She didn’t want to bestow the woman that honor. Jason was given to Hera, a gift and a peace offering, had been a favorite, and he didn’t even reach 17.
“Alright,” Percy said, kissing the side of Annabeth’s head. “We’ll think about it. We do have some time. But we probably shouldn’t ignore it too long. Otherwise we’ll have a baby on our hands and have to name her something really obvious, like Helen. And I think mythological names are a little overrated.”
Annabeth hummed at the thought.
She wasn’t so sure she agreed. And Helen had style to it, in their circles. She didn’t think much about it though, the rest of the night, as she and Percy discussed life and classes while he made dinner. And then watched Chopped while eating his far more appetizing meal.
The question of Honey Dew’s actual name did not go away, however. Every day it got more and more prominent as her baby kicked and wiggled inside of her, growing bigger and stronger.
It was two weeks later, when she was looking for something to use as an excuse to put off a paper, when she finally sat down on the couch, sketch book in hand, and made a list of names.
Helen, Andromeda, Atalanta, Io, Kyrene, Psyche, Ariadne, Phaedra, Penelope, Cassandra, Clytemnestra, Iphigonia, Danaë, Daphne, Aethra, Medea, Eurydice, Pandora, Hecuba, Leda, Antiope, Amymone, Pyrrha, Otrera, Echo.
It was a long list already, and a good place to start, and mull over before Percy came home. He read Greek (and Latin) all day, maybe he’d have his own suggestions.
He kind of scrunched his nose up at all the Greek Mythological figures. “Didn’t I say I thought they were overrated?”
“I mean…you did.” She agreed, “But also, we’re heroes of Olympus. I know no one has ever used it, but it does, technically, say Perseus on your birth certificate. We know people named Caster and Thalia and Leonidas and Julia and…” She cut herself off before she said Jason, and ruined the moment. “It's a good place to start. So, what do you think?”
Mostly he thought of problems. And was quick to suggest cuts from her list.
Phaedra, Medea, and Clytemnestra first, both because of their ill use by others, and the villainous paths it led them down.
Then Eurydice, Cassandra and Daphne. The tragedy was too strong.
Then Echo and Iphigenia: not when Hazel and Leo met Echo on a quest, meaning she was out there just waiting to be run into, by them or their daughter or one of her future demigod friends. And along those lines, Iphigenia was among the Hunters of Artemis. They saw Thalia and Reyna relatively often. That would just be strange.
And finally Psyche and Ariadne. They had been mortal heroines once, but in light of their apotheosis, it wasn’t the tone they wanted to set.
So her list was reduced: Helen, Andromeda, Atalanta, Io, Kyrene, Penelope, Danaë, Aethra, Pandora, Hecuba, Leda, Antiope, Amymone, Pyrrha, Otrera.
A narrower place to start. But Percy wasn’t sold on the heroine's name.
And so reluctantly, they expanded outward, trying to find a better fit.
She mentioned it to her dad over lunch one day. And he responded with an enthusiastic group of family names: Ursula, Freydis, Brynhildr, Kirsten, and Natalie. They had a certain appeal, in a Viking way. When she repeated them to Percy he had said he liked the idea of his strong shieldmaiden seafaring daughters. But here in the heart of Rome's power, she wasn't sure it worked. So they looked on.
After one of their weekly Iris Messages with Sally, they found themselves shipped a copy of a baby name book. it was the same one she'd used to name Estelle, though a new copy without all of Sally and Paul's notes. The notes might have been helpful, even if they’d ended up choosing one of Paul’s great aunt’s or something.
The book didn't have the names Otera or Hippolyta in it, but someone at Amazon had penciled those in. It did have Hylla, and Annabeth suspected the queen herself had underlined it.
It was a better suggestion than some. Nico had unironically suggested Bob, or at least Bobbi, and seemed pretty unmoved when it was pointed out that was Annabeth's half brother's name.
Rachel gave a long list of oracles, often including their tragic fates, none of them got serious consideration.
Piper countered the baby name book with her own list of uber trendy names, Up to the very minute, not reliant on publishing schedules. Things like: Calanthe, Hollis, Lavender, Ottilie. Percy was pretty offended by the inclusion of a purple on it. And was pretty sure he couldn’t spell half of them.
Hazel offered all the trendiest names of 1938: Barbara, Patricia, Betty, Shirley. They very politely declined.
Leo suggested Grace and then burst into tears. As they patted him on the back, they assured him he could have claimed that name for the future. And privately, Annabeth didn’t love the idea. Her Grace sibling would always be Thalia, and despite her little brother Thalia had never warmed back up to her mortal surname. Annabeth couldn’t use that name, it just wouldn’t work for her.
Frank did not have an opinion on baby names, becoming Annabeth's favorite person.
Elsewhere they weren’t so lucky. All around New Rome ideas were shared and opinions were given. From people’s personal favorite pick: Ophelia to Harper to Emma. To Roman standards Like Julia or Dido or Drusilla. They even got multiple suggestions to go classically, traditionally Roman, and name her a feminine form of her family name or her father’s name: But Jacklyn Jackson didn’t really fit with American naming conventions. And Percy had given Percia a very flat “no.”
Annabeth kept coming back to her list of Greek classics, but Percy pushed further.
He seemed to read the baby name book cover to cover, occasionally checking things against Piper or Hazel's lists, because he was a good friend like that.
It seemed like every couple of days come back to her and read lists of new names that had struck him: Victoria, Viola, Vivian. Mariana, Margo, Mirabel. Irene, Ivy, Inez. Lana, Louise, Lucy.
Annabeth's breath caught in her throat.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
She looked up at Percy, and he looked up at her, a frown between his eyes. It was just on his list, she told herself, just an innocuous name he found in his book. it didn't mean anything.
But if it didn't mean anything why did she feel tears filling her eyes.
She saw the moment he recognized what she had already heard, which she had already felt
What naming their daughter Lucy would have to mean
“Um,” He did start to speak, then stopped when he saw her face. “We've been doing a lot of this lately,” he finally said, “we need a break to let things ruminate.”
And so ruminate they did, some more.
They crossed more names off of her original list, because she kept bringing it up, still stuck on her idea of naming their daughter after a great heroine.
But it wouldn’t be Io, Aethra, Hecuba, Leda, Antiope, Amymone, Pyrrha or Otrera.
Helen, Andromeda, Atalanta, Kyrene, Penelope, Danaë, or Pandora, maybe.
And Percy went back to his lists of suggestions: Claire, Clementine, Clio. Amy, Amanda, Alexandra. Ruthie, Regina, Riley.
“Ugh, this is so hard.” She finally announced, flopping back onto bed, before scrunching up her face, and awkwardly maneuvering herself onto her side. Back laying was off the menu at 7 months.
“Yeah,” Percy agreed, scanning through the baby name book again. It wasn’t hopeless. But some things just didn’t feel right. At least not yet. Earlier he’d marked Sophia. And she thought it was almost Greek enough. But he didn’t have a good Poseidon equivalent. And he didn’t want to brave that suggestion until he could assure his father that the next one would have a perfectly ocean-y name. Annabeth could very much respect that.
Annabeth hadn’t brought up Lucy again, and Percy hadn’t said anything about it again. She rolled the name around on her tongue, sometimes: Lucy Jackson. It was a good one. She rested her hand on her belly and thought it again, Lucy. Was the little girl inside her Lucy? She glanced at Percy, who was still frowning over the book. She didn’t know what he thought about it, not really, not after he made the connection she’d made. She wasn’t ready to fight about it. Or even to discuss it, really. She wanted to recommend the name with an assuredness she did not have yet.
So Annabeth turned back to her own list of Greek names. Shortened once again, though Percy had been intrigued by Pandora and had a special fondness for Kyrene, and she’d liked Penelope, but would probably still have to see Calypso occasionally, and that was probably just asking for more trouble then that already was.
She still liked Helen, its very essential Greekness. But Helen Jackson didn’t have the best flow to it. And it was so very Greek, the woman who had launched a thousand Greek ships against Troy. Perhaps that would not set well in New Rome, the inheritors of the Trojan cause.
Atalanta as a hero had a lot going for her. An argonaut, a powerful warrior, hunter, fighter. But it was a long name for a person living in 21st century America. There was a reason no one who wasn’t a god called Percy the name on his birth certificate. And Annabeth wasn’t sure how she liked Attie as a nickname. Plus, that story hadn’t ended well, or anything.
Andromeda had the perfect connection to Perseus, and Andi would be cute, too. It even came complete with a happy ending for her namesake. “But it would be weird to name my daughter, after the original Perseus’s wife.” Percy had astutely pointed out.
Sally’s latest book was a retelling of the Perseus myth from Danaë’s perspective. It had just gotten sold to the publishers. And besides, the goal was not to antagonize Hera anymore then necessary. And one of Zeus’s old lovers was a one way ticket to that.
“This would be so much easier if she was a boy.” Annabeth complained as she struck Danaë a from the list with a finality.
“Why do you think that?”
“Because then we could call him Perseus and be done with it.” A little boy, to be his father’s mirror in everything, including name. It would be wonderful. Also easy. And at this point, easy sounded good.
“I think two Percys might be kind of confusing.” He teased, but he really didn’t sound like he liked the idea.
“We will call the other one Perseus or Junior or something,” she sighed, “naming for the greatest of heroes would be so easy, I have one right in front of me. Why are heroines so much harder?”
She glanced at Percy, who had paused typing a paper on his laptop at the little kitchenette table, and was staring at her. “I had a very different name in mind for a boy. and we'll probably revisit that later.” Gods, that sounded horrible. They hadn’t even tried to delve into boys' names. “But I wanna make a couple things clear: you want the name of a great Greek heroine, she’ll have my last name, and you are in favor of juniors.”
Annabeth shrugged, not super easy to achieve from her position propped up on the couch, among a dozen pillows, and not at all sure where he was going, “Um, yeah I guess.”
Percy grinned. He has a lot of smiles, and she knows them all, but this grin, a sudden burst of excited inspiration, he’s had that since he was 12. She’s so in love with it. “Alright, I have the perfect name.”
That seemed much much too simple after the two months they’ve had. He’s shared with her probably a hundred names, not counting the one’s from the peanut gallery. Never once has he declared one perfect from the start. Annabeth raised an eyebrow, expectedly. Perhaps he would put Danaë back on the table, or maybe Atalanta or Andromada suddenly had an appeal. Honestly, she’d agree to all of those at the drop of a hat. “What's your brilliant idea?”
Percy’s smile didn't lessen, he walked over to her side places hand on her belly, and leaned down to kiss her temple, “Annabeth.” he said.
“Yeah, what's your idea?” she asked again.
“Annabeth,” he said again. “our little girl, Annabeth Jackson. or I guess, Annabeth Jackson, Junior, to be forward thinking and all.”
“You just complained that two Percy’s would be confusing.” She pointed out. She didn’t have to speak it allowed, and hear the first and last names together. She had known Annabeth Jackson sounded perfect together since she was like 13.
“We don’t have to call her Annabeth. We could call Beth, or Annie, or Junior.” He paused, “Oh, or we could call her Junie. Like…short for Junior. It even sounds like June and Juno, which are actual names in the baby book.” He proclaimed like that made them real. “And Junie Jackson sounds adorable.”
Junie Jackson. Junie Jackson. “It sounds like the protagonist in a middle grade’s novel.” Annabeth countered. “Like, Junie Jackson, Junior Detective.”
“She’ll have your brains, of course she’ll be a detective. And she’ll have our everything, so she’ll basically be a protagonist in a middle grade’s adventure novel. Demigod hero and all that.”
“I don’t know.” It was a cute name…but what kind of person just named their kid after themselves.
“Come one, it is perfect,” Percy said again, “Your first name and my last name. And the greatest hero of Olympus. Who I have right in front of me.”
She glared, “I don’t appreciate having my words used against me.” She said.
“Well, then you should have less brilliant words.” He advised, he flopped down next to her on the couch, school work forgotten. He leaned over and addressed her belly directly, “Hi Honey Dew. It’s your Daddy. I don’t know if you could hear, but your mommy and I were having a little discussion. What do you think, Miss? Are you Our little Annabeth Jackson, Junior.”
She feels it, the fluttering, not quite a kick, but more than just abstract movement.
Percy straightens up and kisses her. “I really like it, babe.”
She wasn’t sold, but, “It sounds nice. I need to just think if I’m ok with her having my name.”
“Yeah,” Percy nods. “Just think about it. Oh, and if she’s born a little early, she’ll be born in June. And she’ll be born right before we start our Junior year.”
She was born in August, which was good, because June would have probably been dangerously early. Instead she came into the world on August 6th, almost perfectly between her Mommy and Daddy’s birthdays, in a New York City hospital Will Solace had recommended because he did not want to deliver another baby, and significantly more issues could arise when a partly mortal baby was born, instead of an entirely magical one.
It had been a long day. She’d woken up with intense contractions at about 3 am, after a quick check up, she'd practically been airlifted to the hospital by Blackjack. From there it has been a lot of pushing and ice chips and an epidural. For good measure.
But their little girl had finally made an appearance at just after 8 pm. All Annabeth’s extra offerings in hope of a short labor had paid off, as had finding a midwife who was a daughter of Eileithyia.
And now Annabeth sat in her bed, her baby resting on her breast, Percy sitting at her side, squeezing her hand and occasionally kissing her forehead and commenting on the most amazing thing Annabeth had ever made.
Their little Honey Dew, here and perfect and looking up at Annabeth with gray eyes.
“Excuse me,” Says the nurse, “You need to fill out the birth certificate.” She was an older woman, with short gray hair and a cross around her neck. Percy reached out for the clipboard, but she did not hand it over.“You’re not married?” She clarified, the judgment clear in her tone. “I figured you’d want to fill it out yourself.” She told Annabeth, “If there's a question of the father, you can decline to place it on the paperwork.”
Annabeth took the clipboard from the nurse one handed, and immediately handed it to Percy. Her hands were full, and he had way better handwriting where the Latin Alphabet was concerned. “Can you fill this out, Babe?” She said, “And remind me later to find the paperwork to file complaints about judgmental nurses?” The nurse huffed, but Annabeth didn’t even look at her, only looking back down at their baby, “Your Daddy’s gonna give you your name, Honey Dew, isn’t that great.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’ve changed your mind, and do want to stick with Honey Dew Jackson?” He asked. She watched him skip over the name portion. It was actually pretty cute to see him write Place of Birth and Father’s place of birth next to each other: New York City. “And where do you want me to put your place of birth? Boston, or Red Sox country?”
She stuck her tongue out at him, and then turned back to the baby. “We want nothing to do with the Red Sox.”
“Don’t listen to Mommy about baseball,” Percy said as he continued to write. “Her Yankee’s love is only a result of youthful rebellion and Connecticut influences. We’ve moved past that.”
He paused his writing and leaned down to kiss Annabeth’s temple again, and then leaned down further to brush a smaller kiss on their daughter. “But really,” He finished, “Annabeth Jackson Junior is going on the birth certificate. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“We can change it later,” Annabeth said, “People do that all the time.” But she looked down at her daughter, this little piece of Percy and this little piece of her, “But yes, this is Miss Junie Jackson.”
She glanced up at Percy, and he smiled in absolute delight at the two of them. Their little family. Then he glanced back down at the clip board.
“Um…did we ever decide on a middle name?”
“Umm…,” They…had not.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He sat the clipboard down, and looked at her, reaching out to run a finger along the smattering of dark hair covering Junie’s head. “What are you thinking?”
“What are you thinking?” Annabeth offered.
“I mean…” He shrugged, “I don’t even have a middle name. We could just go full you, name her Annabeth Ingrid after our first Annabeth Ingrid..” He looked thoughtful, “Or we could do Annabeth Chase Jackson after all, if you’d like. Though I’ll admit, I am planning on keeping Chase in my back pocket for your son one day.”
She…had never considered that. They really hadn’t talked about boys' names.
“I don’t want her middle name to be Chase,” She said, “Ingrid…” She considered that one, “I don’t think so.” It had been her father’s grandmother, one of the secret viking warriors that dotted her paternal family. She wasn’t against it, exactly, but “I think she should have her own middle name.”
Percy nodded, “What are you thinking?” He asked. That was a much harder question. They didn’t need to decide right that second, but they should probably have some idea before they left the hospital tomorrow, so they would not have to try and manage getting late paperwork figured out while also flitting between Sally’s house and camp, let alone getting back to California for school.
She thought about some of the names they’d discussed before that they’d liked: Alexandra, Clio, Kyrene, but had never felt just right. And about some names they could use in honor of people who weren’t her: Sally, Thalia, Silena.
It was a little bit like starting back at square one. She decided to think of it after her nap.
She woke up a couple hours later, still on her daughter’s birthday, but just barely, to find Percy holding her, and speaking to someone who wasn’t Junie. It took her a few moments to realize that he had an iris message open, and was talking to someone at camp.
“Thanks,” He said again, “I didn’t want to risk fire in the hospital, but they should let us out tomorrow, and I’ll do my own offerings then. I have some prime rib in the big house fridge just for the occasion. And some other stuff too. I just don’t want it to go wrong.”
“You’ve earned a reprieve, Percy,” It was Grover’s voice.
“That’s not really how it works, and you know it,” Percy pointed out, “But I will do just about anything to make sure Annabeth and Junie are as safe as possible.”
“I know you will,” Said Grover. “You always have. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“She’s amazing, Grover. She’s so amazing.”
“Of course she is, she’s your and Annabeth’s daughter.”
“Sorry for the late call, I’ll let you get to bed. Talk to you soon.”
And then he ran a hand through the little mist cloud he’d conjured.
“What was that about?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She shook her head, “I have a feeling sleep isn’t going to be coming naturally going forward.” She said, “You didn’t wake me. But, you called camp?”
“Yeah,” He nodded, “I figured burning an offering in a hospital is just asking for my specific brand of grade school trouble. So I asked some other people, Camp, New Rome, my mom, to burn some offerings for me.”
“To who?”
“Everyone I could think of, and everyone I couldn’t, too” He said, “Don’t want to get into a Sleeping Beauty situation, forget to honor someone on our daughter’s birth, and incur their wrath.”
Annabeth’s early folktales had been from the big books of greek and norse mythology her dad had, so she wasn’t 100% she remembered all the details of sleeping beauty. But she nodded anyway.
“Um…speaking of that…'' He said, “Of not incurring wraths of gods, particularly not gods already inclined to dislike us. I had…an idea.”
“Seaweed brains with ideas are dangerous things,” She said, because it was expected and easy. He smiled at the teasing. 20 years old, with a daughter between them, but still the same best friends as ever, forever.
“For her middle name, what about Juno?”
Annabeth sucked in a breath, which made the appropriate hissing noise she wanted to sound.
“Here me out,” Percy said. “I know…I know things are hard and contentious between you and Hera. But the Juno aspect…we’re part of her chosen 7. Even if…not her favorites. It wouldn’t be her first name, we wouldn’t call her that. But, it would be there. An honorific, given freely, to hopefully ease some tension, particularly when we start looking at actually getting married and stuff. “
“So?”
“So, Annabeth Juno Jackson, Junior. Junie to everyone and anyone. But also, a little peace offering.”
Annabeth glared, her mouth set in a frown. He was so smart, and logical, and considerate. She wanted to marry him so badly.
Also, they really did need to come up with a middle name for Junie.
“Oh hades.” She said, “Yeah, you’re right. That works. That can be her name.”
Percy smiled, and walked back over to the bed, laying Junie back into her mothers arms as he picked up the set aside clip board and finished writing her full name. Before handing the paper to Annabeth so she could approve of all of his handy work.
Then he sets it aside again, and cuddles up onto her bed. It's pretty small, they probably couldn’t actually all sleep like this. But Percy sits up behind her, bringing his arms around her so that Annabeth, holding Junie, is nestling closer to him.
“Are you happy?” she asked.
“I have my Annabeths in my arms.” He said, “I’ve never been happier in my life.”