Cup of Tea-"How are you feeling, darling?" Luke asked Evie. "My stomach hurts again", she told him. "I'm going to go make you a cup of tea. You stay in bed", he said and left the room. Evie lay there thinking. She'd been sick for over a week now and neither of them knew what was wrong. It was only in the morning. Evie shot out of bed and ran into their study. She grabbed her calender and looked. She was late! It explained everything! Shit. "Luke!" she yelled.