Scandal

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It started out as a simple cold. Stormi had a cough a few days ago, and Kylie thought nothing of it. She thought it would pass in a few days, and they'd resume with the regularly scheduled program.

That wasn't the case. It got worse. Stormi's cough was accompanied by incessant crying, lack of appetite, and a fever. That's when Kylie decided that it was time to get help.

So that's why she, Travis, and Kris were sitting in an examination room waiting for Stormi's pediatrician to arrive with the test results.

"I'm sure she's fine," Kris said, trying to remain optimistic. "Stormi is perfect, aren't you sweetheart?"

Kylie wasn't feeling as hopeful as her mother, but she was trying. She just wanted everything to be okay with her baby. She hugged her baby tighter to her chest. "I hope so, mom."

They sat there for a few minutes until Stormi's pediatrician re-entered the examination room. The older woman smiled at the young parents. "Hello! I have Stormi's x-ray results back."

"What's going on?" Kylie asked. "Is she okay?"

"She has a mild case of pneumonia," the doctor answered. "We'll keep her here for a few more hours, give her some antibiotics, and by the end of the week, she'll be better than ever."

"But pneumonia is serious, right? People get really sick."

"Stormi's case is pretty mild, I promise you." The doctor handed Kylie a few papers. "These are her test results if you want to see for yourself, Miss Jenner."

"Thank you."

"A nurse will be here in a few minutes to give Stormi some medicine. That'll reduce her fever so she'll be more comfortable and actually get some sleep."

"Okay." Kylie's head was spinning because of how overwhelming all of this was. She was really grateful to have her mom and Travis with her. "Okay, then what?"

"We take it one step at a time. But if my nurses and I think Stormi is good to go, she'll be free to go home. If not, we admit her."

Sensing the panic in her child, Kris jumped into the conversation. "Thank you so much, Doctor. We'll let you know if we have questions."

"Of course. I'll be back in here soon."

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"If I fall on my face, I'm going to be so mad at you."

Tyga turned around, smirking. "C'mon Iggy, we have all of this open space."

He was currently at a roller rink with Iggy Azalea. Never in a million years did he ever think he'd be "dating" another woman in the industry. After his last relationship crashed and burned, he didn't want to date at all if he was being honest. He swore off of relationships and vowed to keep things casual. He wasn't going to run the risk of being vulnerable to someone else ever again.

But Iggy was attractive, funny and easygoing. He liked her. And he was willing to test the waters.

"Would you at least help me up?" Iggy asked, watching Tyga skate around the rink as she sat on the wooden bench near the entrance. "Please?"

"Only because you asked so nicely."

Tyga rolled over to Iggy with his hands extended. She grabbed them and pulled herself up, unsteady on her feet.

They moved around the rink in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, not having much to say.

"Why do you like skating so much?" Iggy asked, breaking the silence.