"She's pregnant."

Pregnant..?

Zheme's eyes widened, face supporting a dumbfounded look. "Pregnant...?"

The doctor nodded, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat. "She's two weeks pregnant, thus the starting of morning sickness, isn't that happy news?"

"Happy news? How could this be happy news when I'm pregnant for him of all persons?"

"For me of all persons?" Zheme looked over at Lexie who sat on the hospital bed, a hurt look crossing his face. "What's wrong with me?"

"You're a...a..." She groaned, palm clinging to her still aching head. "Never mind."

Zheme frowned. "I think I have the right to know."

"But I don't have to tell you."...