“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Percy whispered harshly into the phone, undoing the top button of his shirt. His heart was beating like a hummingbird on speed and he was starting to get dizzy, the world around him starting to fade away.
Sally’s voice was as steady as a lighthouse in the chaos of a storm. “Honey, you’re proposing to the love of your life. Not being able to breathe sounds like a pretty expected side effect.”
Percy exhaled dramatically, his cheeks puffing up and deflating with his breath. “I’m definitely gonna throw up. And then she’ll say no because who wants to marry someone who throws up on them while proposing!”
Sally laughed. “You have your father’s flair for the dramatic, but I promise everything will be ok.”
“How do you know that?” he asked, challenging her motherly assuredness.
He could hear her smile through the phone. “Look over at Annabeth.”
Percy carefully peeked around the corner he was hiding behind and spotted Annabeth sitting at their table in the corner of the garden patio at their favorite little pizza place. She looked perfect. Her hair was thrown up in a ponytail, with a couple of loose ringlets framing her face perfectly. She wore a gray sweater that fit her perfectly, and Percy’s eye caught the gleam of the small silver owl necklace that she never took off. He swooned at the sight of her, his heart beat immediately slowing and his vision tunneling on the most important person in his life.
“You see her?” Sally asked.
Percy had almost forgotten he was on the phone. “Yeah, ma, I see her.”
“And?” She asked expectantly.
“Everything is gonna be okay.”
“And how do you know that?” she pressed.
Percy took a slow, deep breath as he straightened his posture. “Cause it’s Annabeth. Everything is always okay when she’s with me.”
“Atta boy,” Sally praised. “Now get over there and bring me home a daughter in law, alright?”
Percy laughed. “You got it, boss.”
Percy tucked his phone back into his pocket and checked the other one for the small velvet box he had been carrying around for four months. With one last look at Annabeth, who turns to see him and immediately smiles, Percy reminds himself that this is the girl he has loved since he was twelve years old. Their entire relationship has led to this moment, and he’ll be damned if he lets it slip away.
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