Growing up with Rourtney (sequel to Adopted by Rourtney)

Happy Ending's Don't Exist

*Ross' POV*

"One last push" The doctor encourages Courtney as she is giving birth.

"ARGHHH" I scream with her as she crushes my hand. "Do you have any idea how much this hurts?!" I ask in reference to my hand. She glares as to say 'Are you fucking serious!?' I shake my head remembering she is giving birth and that's more painful. Well, not as painful as getting kicked in the nuts. I mean, there's this argument between what hurts more, giving birth or getting kicked in the nuts. Well, when a woman has a baby after a while she asks for another baby, but a guy would never say, 'hey John, kick me in the nuts again' so yeah, there's your answer. The sound of weak crying snaps me out my thoughts. I see our baby, tiny as anything. Pre-mature. A month early.

"We need an incubater now!" One of the Doctors demands.

"W-what" I panic and look to see Court passed out on the bed.

"Mr Lynch, your little boy is weak and fragile, there's something very wrong, he has breathing difficulties, he's probably going to be in the intensive care unit for a few weeks or maybe months. I'm very sorry. We'll let you know if something happens" he tells me in a rush then leaves. WHAT!?!? I feel to scream and smash something out of anger by not knowing what's wrong with my son. Breathing difficulties!? What!?

--A Week Later--

We're still in hospital. Haven't left. The kids have been with my Mom and Dad all week. I sit beside Courtney, both of us looking over the edge of the incubator at our son. I swear I'm gonna burst into tears.

"It's all my fault" I cry. "I put stress on you and it's affected the baby"

"Ross, if anyone takes the blame, it's me. I should have provided a better home for the baby" Court cries into my arms.

"Court, you did an amazing job and I'm so proud of you. Maybe he's weak now but he'll get stronger. I mean, so what if he has to live in hospital for the rest of his life attachted to wires for food and oxygen or so what if he comes out of here with just one arm and one leg, he's our son, we'll love him no matter what. I will anyway. We should call him Tybalt 'cause he's a little fighter. He's adorable and tiny, I love him so much. I can't wait for the day I can hold him and teach him things. The day he comes home so everyone can see and meet him, even the children. I love you my brave, little, Tybalt Lynch" I weakly smile and gently, stroke his soft, tiny cheek with my finger, being careful of the wires.

"He has your nose" Court chuckles a little through her tears and gently strokes his nose with the tip of her finger before we each hold and play with one of his tiny hands. He's smaller than a cat. Makes me worry.

"I bet he has your accent" I joke as she gently hits my shoulder with a soft laugh. "He's so cute, just like you" I kiss her cheek.

"Mr and Mrs Lynch?" A doctor walks in as Court kisses me.

"Yeah?" I give him my attention. Court gently squeezes my hand and I use my thumb to rub the back of her hand to calm her down.

"Your son..." He begins but stops. It's bad news, I can tell. He doesn't know how to tell us what he has to. "His heart never formed properly. He's illegible for a transplant, he's too young and too weak. His heart is missing certain arteries and can not do what it has too as he grows up. The machines are keeping his heart going but soon it'll fail. We could try to transplant but it's like a one percent chance he'll make it at his age. He's just about a week old. He has to be at least three to six months old. I'm sorry I had to break this news to you. It's upsetting and I understand how you must feel. We don't know when his heart will fail so if there is anyone you'll like me to call just say. I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Lynch. I'll leave you to spend quality with your son now" The doctor broke down as I did too along with Courtney as he told us.