вяσкєи нєαятѕ {raia}

C1 - Broken Hearts

~Maia~
I first met Ross Shor Lynch when I was nine years old. Only just moving from Australia, I knew nobody. Not a single face did I recall in the town in Los Angeles. So, due to every school being on summer vacation, I often took my guitar and sat on the beach, playing absentmindedly to myself as I watched people around me. As I was playing, a boy with scruffy blonde hair walked closer to me, but I thought he would have been walking past me. I was wrong. He came up to me and asked me how long I had been playing. That right there, was my first ever interaction with Ross. We hung out for the rest of the day, he introduced me to the rest of his siblings including, the one and only, Ellington Lee Ratliff, their best friend. Soon enough we became inseparable, and as we grew up, everybody thought something was going to happen between us. Rydel confronted me everyday about it and when I finally gave in seven years later, saying there was the slightest possibility that I may or may not have slight feelings for her brother, let's say I'm surprised I didn't need a hearing aid after her response.
The way I found out he felt the same was just a year later, when we were both 18. My boyfriend of two years, Daniel, cheated on me with a girl who
bullied me. Ross wasn't particularly fond of said boyfriend, and kind of lost it when I told him.

"Alright! Who's ass do I have to kick for making you cry?" Ross demands as he walks through my bedroom door. Smiling slightly, I look down at my feet as I sit cross legged on my bed. Raising my hands to my eyes, I wipe them with my sleeves, trying to contain my emotions.
"Don't worry about it, it's nothing you can do anything about." I tell him, my voice weak as I try to assure him. The only down side to being so close to Ross, was he could read me like an open book. Slowly sitting down next to me, with a frown plastered on his face, he puts a hand on my knee to comfort me.
"Talk to me, Maia. Come on..." He mumbles, rubbing his hand gently up and down my leg.
"Daniel cheated on me with Alison." The minute I tell him what's happened, his whole body tenses and I break into tears. His eyes watch me with a upset look which soon turns to anger as his fists clench.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him." He growls, standing up but I quickly pull him back down.
"Ross, don't." Earning an eye roll from him as he huffs loudly; anger not fading and his stubbornness getting the better of him.
"He took the most beautiful, caring and innocent person I know and broke her. You think I'm not going to beat the shit out of him?" He puts both of his hands on the side of my face, speaking harshly.
"Please just leave it alone. Everything will get one hundred times worse if you don't."
"No!" He exclaims standing up again, I'm fast to follow him.
"Why can't you just leave this alone?"
"Because I like you!" Ross blurts out, his eyes widening as he realises what he's said. Looking down he cusses under his breath, bringing his hands to his face in anger. Me? I stand, completely shocked. I knew I liked Ross but I never knew he felt the same. "Way to fuck things up, Ross." He mumbles to himself, groaning loudly. Walking forwards, I remove his hands from his face and press my lips quickly to his. It didn't even take him a second to react. His strong arms wrap around my waist as mine move around his neck, deepening our kiss slightly. It felt like a million fireworks went off inside of me. And in that moment, mine and Ross' relationship moved to a whole new level.

It was exactly three years later on the same date, June 21st, when he proposed to me. Everyone was really happy for us, although slightly wary for how young we were. However everyone's doubts faded away as the wedding day came closer and excitement grew. I have to admit, I may have freaked out a few times. Ross has never said the sentence 'Don't worry aeverything will be fine.' so many times in one week. Everything turned out better than we expected. Rocky was Ross' best man, and my friend, Lauren was my maid of honour. To make things even better, the week after our honey moon, I found out I was pregnant.

"We're having a baby?" Ross' face slowly begins to lift from the small red box in front of him. Inside was lying a small pregnancy test with a positive sign on it. Nodding, I bet my lip, afraid of his next response.
"Oh my god! We're having a baby!" He yells, running towards me with an extremely excited face. Fast as lightning, he pulls me into his embrace, picking me up and spinning me around. "This is amazing! How far along are you?" The way his face was lighting up as he places his hands on my slightly bigger stomach, giving me a wave of relief.
"Four weeks."
"That means you were pregnant before the wedding." He grins slightly, gazing in awe at my stomach as I nod in assurance. "My little baby was there when we were married." He leans down and lifts my shirt, pressing his lips gently under my belly button. Laughing at how cliche my husband of three weeks was being, my heart swells at how happy he is.
"I have a feeling your happy about this?" Smiling at him as he straightens back up, he gives me a confused look.
"Aren't you?"
"Of course I am! We're having a baby." I laugh slightly, pressing my lips to his.
"I need to go call my family!" Running out the room to find his phone whilst I watched him leave. I'm glad he's as happy as me.
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Curled up in a ball in bed, I clutch my stomach as the little boy or girl inside me relentlessly kicks me. Trying to take deep breaths to stop the pain, I groan loudly. I'm seven months along and I have a feeling this baby is going to be like their father, loud and energetic.
"Little one still squirming?" Ross asks, a sympathetic smile on his face as he walks through the door of our bedroom. He had taken to calling the baby 'little one', since he wanted to be able to call it something apart from 'the baby.'
"Yep. Wonder who they get that from?" Glaring playfully at him, he shrugs as he kneels down by my side with a smirk playing on his features. "They're going to be just like you..."
"And you. This little boy or girl is not just me, your in there too." Assuring me, he gently rubs my lower back which causes me to instantly relax. The simple movements make the pain ease slightly and Ross seems to notice as he carries on.
"Try and sleep, it will help." Mumbling in my ear, he gently kisses my temple, still not removing his hand from my lower back. I nod tiredly, letting myself relax into the mattress. The last words I hear before I enter my dreams are:
"Let your mommy sleep now, little one. She needs to." I feel Ross' lips press gently to my swollen stomach and I doze off.
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"Your almost there baby." Ross assures me in an encouraging tone as I groan loudly in pain, gripping his hand tighter. This labour was 100 times worse than I thought it would be and I know Ross is trying not too freak out for my sake.
"One more push, Mrs Lynch. That's all we need." The midwife calls as tears block my vision.
"Come on, Mai. It will be over soon and all be worth it, I promise. One last time and your done." I feel another contraction and push with all my might, sweat buds dripping of my forehead.
And that was it. A loud crying is heard through out the room and I decide to let go of Ross' hand before I break it. I couldn't help but look at Ross' face as he watches, in pure awe at her. Our baby girl. Noticing me watching him, he turns and smiles at me, pressing his lips to mine gently.
"I'm proud of you gorgeous, I love you." He doesn't bother to remove his lips from mine as he mumbles the words to me. When he finally pulls back, I let myself take a few shaky breaths as Ross rubs his now red hand.
"I'm sorry if I cut off all your circulation." I gasp slightly, making him chuckle and move a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad your out of pain. Hopefully." He adds on the end as I nod in assurance.
"Here you are, Mr and Mrs Lynch. Congratulations." The midwife hands me the beautiful tiny life wrapped in a yellow blanket. Heart skipping a beat, I become deeply enchanted by her beauty. I gently whisper soothing words into her ear as she cries loudly. Soon the wails calm down and I look up at Ross once again. There are tears evident in his hazel eyes as he gazes upon our daughter like she was the not precious thing in the world. Because to us, she was.
"You want to hold her?" I ask quietly, holding her up slightly so he can pick her up. Quickly swallowing a lump in his throat, Ross nods and gently takes her from me, holding her with so much care like he thought he could break her any minute.
"Hey, little one." Wiping my eyes as Ross holds our baby close to him, I can't help but let my heart swell; finally being able to see them together. "You finally going to let your Mommy get some rest?" Chuckling as he quietly talks to her, the rest of his and my family walks through the door.
"Shes beautiful." Stormie awes as the rest look at Ross and his 'little one' with brightly lit faces.
"What's her name?" Riker asks, keeping his tone hushed so the baby doesn't cry again. As Ross looks down at me and nods for me to answer, I let out a breath.
"Charlotte Rydel Lynch." I inform them. Delly gasps, and smiles hugely with one hand over her mouth.
"And we want you and Ellington to be the godparents." Ross adds on, nodding at his best friend and sister, slept walking towards them with a squirming Charlotte.
"Thank you." Rydel smiles at us, wiping small tears from her eyes as her brother hands her our first born child.
"She's like an eel." Ell chuckles slightly, gently tickling her stomach causing her too jiggle in Rydel's arms.
"Don't call my child an eel!" I laugh, as my mother holds her first grandchild.
"It will now forever be her nickname!" Him and Rocky high five make me giggle. I loved my family. They begin to talk among themselves as Ross returns to my side.
"We have our little family all started." I mumble, closing my eyes and letting myself rest.
"She's just as beautiful as you." He mutters, placing his lips to my temple. "Our beautiful little one."

Not long after Charlotte's , or Charlie as we call her, which my brother loves, first birthday, I found I was once again pregnant. This time we had a little boy, who we named Thomas Ryland Lynch, who caused me the worst pregnancy of all three of my children. Constantly running in and out the hospital with back aches and unbearable pain, he kept me in labour for 19 hours. Let's just say, Ross may have freaked out just a little bit because he hated seeing me in so much pain.
This is when everything started turning South. Ross was leaving the house early in the morning, for work, and returning in the late hours of the night. I was practically raising our two infants by myself. We began to bicker a lot more, but managed to always work things out.
When I found out I was pregnant with my next child, things got better for a couple of nights until Ross returned one evening, stinking of beer. I was around 6 months pregnant. He began yelling at me, accusing me of being a shit mother and much more, as our children wailed loudly upstairs. Unable to bare his rudeness, I pushed him into the guest bedroom on the bottom floor and he passed out on the bed. Charlotte spent that night in my room since she was so scared, whispering to my swollen stomach.

"Mommy?" Charlotte asks quietly, as I slowly stroke her hair.
"Yes, baby?" I mumble, trying not to let any tears fall from my eyes after my husbands outburst. I've known him since he was thirteen, and he's never talked to me like that... Or anyone for that matter.
"I thought Mommy's and Daddy's love eachother? Don't you and Daddy?" She whimpers quietly, moving closer to me. The thought of my children realising something was wrong between their parents, it's heart breaking. Ross and I were breaking apart and I didn't want to know, let alone my children.
"We do baby, things are just a bit bad right now." That was true, well at least it is for me. I will always love Ross, he's been apart of too much of my life for that to go away. Whether Ross still feels the same, is now questioning me.
"Is baby okay?" Innocently, rubbing my stomach gently, feeling for a kick.
"Baby's perfectly happy, beautiful. But it's bed time now."

Seven months later, we're on a break, he lives in the spare bedroom as to not confuse our children. Our third child is named Jake Riker Lynch, who is now five months and extremely calm unlike my other two baby's. Communication is hardly something me and Ross do anymore and neither do his family know about our problems. He was still a brilliant father. Even after being at work on a night shift, he would come home and play the guitar to Jake before his nap or read a book to Tommy, because he does the best voices. When Charlotte has a nightmare or is upset, he lets her snuggle into his chest as they both fall asleep on his newly allocated room's bed. Maybe he doesn't notice the obvious things about our children, but that's because he knows all the little ones. Like Jake only sleeps on his stomach, that Thomas becomes slightly tense when too many people are around or that all three of them go into the exact same position when we have a movie night. But we don't even have them anymore, because he's not home half the time. And neither does he love me anymore.
Things for us will never be the way we once planned.