He's your son

The next morning, Gianna woke up feeling really sick. She sat up in bed, rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

"Oh no. I thought I got over this." She mumbled as she returned to her bed.

Her mother must have heard her because she came running into the room.

"Gianna." She called, coming into the room. "Are you okay?" She asked as she sat beside her on the bed.

Gianna shook her head, putting her head on the woman's shoulder. "No...I think I'm a little bit under the weather."

"We have to go thr hospital then. Come on." Tracy urged, standing up.

"No. That's not necessary. I will get over it with some pills."

Tracy sighed and stared down at her daughter. " Have you called the Tristan guy? What did he say?"

"He didn't the call, I guess he's busy." Gianna mumbled, laying back down comfortably.

The door opened and Layla came in too. "Is she alright?"

"Yeah...just a slight fever I guess." Tracy replied with a shrug.

"Then we should go to the hospital. It's dangerous to ignore it."

"No, Layla.