Monday was okay. Nausea and a little fever. Nothing Tylenol couldn't handle. But Tuesday? Tuesday had Nicola rushing to the restroom in the middle of a meeting, emptying the hearty breakfast Mary had put together for her after her appetite had come back. "That's it. We are going to the hospital!" Blair just was not having it this time. "Can I come?" George piped in. The women narrowed their eyes at him. "Go back and do the barely-there work you have, asshole," Blair told him. "We need to wrap up the meeting," Nicola said weakly, dabbing her forehead with a wet napkin. "Okay, I will wrap it up." George resigned to taking over the job. He pointed a finger at Nicola, "But you are going to the doctor." "Exactly," Blair said. Nicola groaned. She hated the hospital. She hated needles and stuff. "Come on, let's go!" Blair took her hand and before she could protest some more, dragged her to the car and then to the hospital. "When was your last period?" The tell-tale q
Last Updated : 2026-07-01 Read more