Mothers and babies.  Again.  With Lizzie Shepherd.  Five containers of brownies passed out to various co-workers.  One drink at Joes, which she quickly realized wasn’t going to do anything to calm every ounce of nervousness she felt.  And 36 hours she had been awake.  Which was 2,160 minutes, and 129,600 seconds.  This was dumb.  This was an incredibly dumb idea.  Lexie purposefully hadn’t returned his texts, not knowing what to say.  And she had no idea what or who would be on the other side of the door.  If she knocked.  She could still leave.  

But here she stood, outside his door.  Violet had said to think of something calm, and for too many hours?  This was the only answer she came back too.  Time and time and time again.  Hour after hour.  Lexie stepped closer to the door and sucked in her breath before knocking.  She was really going to do this.