A few weeks had passed. It was nighttime. Stuart was awakened by the sounds of Lexie throwing up. He went into the bathroom and immediately held her hair. About five minutes passed before she finished.
"I don't feel good honey." Lexie said.
"Do you have a fever?" He asked feeling her head.
"I don't think so." "I'm gonna go home."
"Why?"
"I don't wanna get you sick."
"Stay." "I want to take care of you."
It was seven o'clock in the morning. Stuart woke up. Lexie was awake.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Worse."
He felt her head. "You're burning up Lexie." "I'm getting the thermometer." Stuart went and got the thermometer. He put it to her head. "You can't go to work today." "Call Isobel."
"I have to go to work."
"You're sick baby."
"I'll call Isobel."
Stuart went to work.
"Where's Lexie?" Jubal asked.
"She has the flu."
"Does she have the flu, or is she pregnant?" He said smiling.
"No it's just the flu."
"That's what I thought when my ex was pregnant with my son." "I don't know the name yet but Isobel said that someone who used to work with us."
"I wonder if it's Tiff."
Ten minutes later Stuart was at his desk.
"Hi Stuart." A woman's voice said.
Stuart knew exactly who it was. He looked up. "Nina." He said surprised.