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"I feel like I'm gonna throw up," Stevie bobbed her knee up and down, while bringing her hand to her head.

"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Lori smirked.

"I am not pregnant, don't say that, don't even joke," she replied ever so sternly. "Lily's only three months old, I would lose my mind if I was pregnant again," she arched her brow. "I'm not, because really, it's nerves. I got up feeling so anxious and now I'm here, feeling anxious... My nausea has just started."

Sharon rubbed her arm.

"I'm so worried about my son..." she rubbed her temple with her fingertips. "He's the only one I can be worried about because everybody else is doing just dandy, other than me..."

The redhead lifted her brow, unsure of what really to say.

Both women had known her and her innate feelings long enough to know that she was probably right about whatever it was.

"I called my parents, they're fine and planning to be here next weekend. Obviously, you'd tell me if something was wrong with Jessica or my brother," she shrugged. "Lindsey's mom and brother are fine. I'm running out of people, aside from you two," she gestured. "I called Kristen, 'cause I thought maybe the baby. I know Grace is fine..."

Sharon sympathized.

"It's really only gotta be Damon or Jeffrey, but Shannon talked to Damon and he's supposedly coming out Friday morning while Jeffrey gets here Friday night."

She knew well she was starting to repeat herself an excessive amount, sounding redundant, but the worry in her core just wouldn't let her rest. She knew well she was beginning to sound like a lunatic, maybe even psychotic.

Picking up the shot glass full of tequila, she threw it back like it was water.

"So, Shannon's taking care of Lily?" Sharon swiftly asked in order to somehow get the attention off of her worry and stress.

"Mhmm, she was really excited to... Which is why Lindsey was going to come but then he actually went to go hang out with Nick."

"They've gotten close, that's nice," Lori assured.

"That boy is a trooper," she shook her head. "Both of them... Jeff and Nick get along with him so much and it's great. I'm so appreciative of it. In a way, Lindsey is much calmer than Robert and Nick really isn't afraid to ask him anything which I love."

"Robert has always been pretty tough," Sharon agreed, recalling some of the stronger tones he would take with them when they were little, as though they really understood him when he was using bigger words.

"Oh, definitely. Nick is very much like me but he reminds me of Lindsey for that because he is so quiet and within his studies. I think they just relate too because without Lily, they are the babies of three siblings."

"That makes sense," the redhead agreed. "Other than that, how are you and Lindsey? You bored of one another yet?"

"No," she shrugged, allowing the question to further her thoughts. "No," she smirked in confirmation.

"Really? Because you two make me wanna hurl," she joked.

"No, I think it's great," Sharon patted her arm. "The last few months seem like they've gone well. How's he enjoying fatherhood?"

"He's honestly so cute," she replied. "He's driving me nuts, but he's so cute," she added.

"Why?" the raven haired woman laughed.

"It's just that I know what I'm doing and I thought that would have calmed him down for when things happen, but he gets so panicked if she coughs, if she cries too much, just-- All the things," she shrugged. "I was telling Jeff last week, he's gotten her so accustomed to going to sleep in arms, so we have to rock her every night. She's picking up on the fact that he comes running if she cries, so now she'll just wail until one of us comes and gets her. Every whimper, he wants to pick her up and console her."

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