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The digital clock cast a faint blue glow on the nightstand: 2:23 AM. The baby monitor shattered the quiet with Zöe's insistent crying. Annabeth groaned, her body shifting restlessly under the covers. 'Again,' she muttered, her voice thick with sleep as she stifled a yawn. Percy turned toward her in the dark, his eyes barely open. 'You want me to get her?' he rumbled, his words slow and tired.