The bathroom door creaked open, and Athena's face appeared, a mask of concern. "Everything alright, love?" she asked, her voice soft.
Medusa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to play it cool. "Yeah, just a little sick," she replied, forcing a smile.
Athena's gaze sharpened, and Medusa's heart skipped a beat. She knew Athena had overheard her conversation with Hermes. She had been careful, but not careful enough.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Athena asked, her voice taking on a cold edge.
Medusa's mind raced, and she considered lying, but she knew Athena was too smart for that. "No, nothing," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.
Athena's expression didn't change, and Medusa knew she wasn't buying it. "I heard your conversation with Hermes," she said, her voice flat.
Medusa's heart sank, and she braced herself for Athena's anger. "About Aphrodite and... the baby," Athena continued.
Medusa broke down, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen," she sobbed.
Athena's expression softened, and she took a step towards Medusa. "And you're sure it's mine?" she asked, a hint of a playful insult in her voice.
Medusa, still sobbing, nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied.
Athena sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm in the middle of a war, Medusa," she said, her voice taking on a frustrated tone. "I didn't want kids."
Medusa, still crying, pleaded, "I know, I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want anything to do with me or the baby."
Athena looked at Medusa, her expression unreadable. "I'll need some time to think," she said finally, before turning and leaving the bathroom.
Medusa listened as Athena's footsteps faded away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She felt a mix of relief and guilt, knowing that she had finally told Athena the truth, but also knowing that she had potentially ruined their relationship.
She stood up, wobbly on her feet, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara smudged. She looked a mess, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be strong, for herself and for the baby.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, determined to face whatever came next.
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