Sam had left her hair up and she actually did look sick when she walked into the living room. She gave Steve a half-hearted smile, Noah a little bigger one. "Hey, baby." She leaned over and rubbed Noah's back. "Sweetie, you better stay away from mommy, she's sick." She dropped down onto the couch with Steve and sighed. "I have a fever. It's 102. "Can you get me some Tylenol and make me a lemonade slushie?"