“Have you decided on names?” Phoebe asks, stroking the cheek of her new baby sister.

“This one,” Percy says as he walks deliberately over to Thalia and hands his son to her, “is Mark Boyd Jackson. And the beautiful lass in Artemis arms is Sara Hope Jackson.”

“Hello there, Sara. Little Angel.” Artemis greets, providing a nickname for the little girl with wings.

Still stunned, Thalia is frozen. The light weight of her nephew is exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She can't  believe he’s being trusted to hold this precious baby. Unfreezing, Thalia traces Mark's features with her eyes.

“Mark.” Thalia whispers, tasting the name on her tongue. “I’m your aunt, little man.”

Emotion thickens her voice, overwhelmed by the trust she’s being offered and the love she feels for this tiny baby. Thalia is oblivious to the soft looks being shot his way by Tessa, Phoebe, Percy, and Artemis. Her focus is entirely on the baby in her arms. Thalia looks up as Percy wraps an arm around her shoulders, his face full of gentle love.

“Handsome, isn’t he?” Percy asks, his fingers lovingly tracing down Mark’s cheek. Thalia agrees, “He truly is. Congrats, Bro.”
 
“Thank you, Thals.” Percy smiles. Mark blinks sleepily before falling asleep in Thalia’s arms. She smiles, his heart melting at the sight.

“We spent a long time deliberating about godparents.”

That announcement is met with anticipatory and anxious silence.

“We decided that the twins would share three godparents,” Percy states while Tessa finishing the sentence, “Although each of us chose differ people, we are in total agreement.”

Tessa pauses briefly, looking around the quiet room. “Arty and Phoebe."

“Thalia.” Percy says, “We would be honored if you three would consent to being the twins’ godparents.”

Artemis lights up and if she didn’t have Sara in her arms, she would jump for joy. Filled with excitement, she says, “Of course, Wolfie!”

Phoebe and Thalia are completely shocked. Neither expected this. Tears shimmer in both their eyes at the trust being given to them.

“Perce-” Thalia chokes out. To be entrusted with the twins is a shock and a happy feeling washes over her at being accepted. “I’d be honored.”

“You can’t be serious. I have a seriously terrible history. I wouldn't be safe.” Phoebe sputters. Tessa meets her eyes unwavering. “We know.”