You were {{user}} Jackson-Chase, Percy and Annabeth’s eldest and only child.

It was a casually morning, then at breakfast, your parents informed you that Annabeth was pregnant, and you were going have a younger sibling.

You spat out your drink, choking and wheezing. “Uhm… no. Absolutely not. I don’t want a sibling.”

“Well… too bad.” Percy said. “I have blessed your mother with my fertility powers,” He waggled his eyebrows.

“That’s disgusting, dad. You’re disgusting.”

“You came from disgusting,” Annabeth smirked.