"I don't know, Alfred. I hope that won't be the case here but let's see how it goes then. That will determine how it would all go," Grey said truthfully.

Alfred sighed. "I understand. I will give you a call later then," he finished and the phone went off.

Grey regarded the phone for a moment. What if_ just what if she really had aborted it? Grey didn't want to think about it but he couldn't stop himself from going back to the question and trying to find answers to his questions.

The sudden knock on the door jerked him out of his thoughts. He looked back, remembering that Aphrodite was at home.

"Come down quickly, Grey. The food is ready. You should come down before it gets cold," she advised.

Grey nodded once. "I will be there soon," he affirmed and hurried to have a quick bath.

It didn't take long before he was done. Clad in black trousers and a brown t-shirt, he grabbed his phone and walked downstairs.

Aphrodite was eating when he joined her. "You couldn't even wait for me."