How Deep Is Your Love -Shourtney Fanfiction [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

The End

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Kari's p.o.v

"I just called Shayne, and he's coming," I tell Courtney, laying down on the bed shaking her head side to side.

"W-what a-about Dylan a-and Skylar?" Courtney ask.

"Dad just came for them," I say.

"I forgot how much it hurt to have kids!" Courtney cries.

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Shayne p.o.v

"F*CK! THERE'S TRAFFIC!" I cuss at the top of my lungs.

"Dang Shayne! I'm right next to you!" Damien shouts.

"Sorry Damien, but how will I get there in time? I won't be able to be there for the birth of my kids!" I complain

"I'll call Kari and tell her we'll be late." Damien sighs.

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Kari p.o.v

I feel my hips vibrate from my phone, but I can't answer.

"Come on Courtney, you can do it. You did it once you can to it again!" I pep talk Courtney in her ears.

I look at my sister.

Her face red, her vein in her forehead sticking out.

Hands hold on tightly to the hospital bed bars.

"I can see the head, keep going, Mrs. Topp!'' The doctor smiles.

Under 10 seconds I hear a baby cry.

''It's a boy, Mrs. Topp!" A nurse yells rushing to clean the baby.

"Two more to go, Courtney," I whisper to myself biting my nails.

After another three minutes, I hear another cry.

"It's another boy!" Another nurse yells, rushing to clean the baby as well.

"Good job Mrs. Topp, this is your last one, you can do it." The doctor smiles.

Courtney lays down her head.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore!" Courtney cries.

I start panicking.

"Courtney, listen to me, you can do it! You've been waiting nine months for this day, and you won't give up! Think about the last baby you lost! Do you really want to lose another one?" I shout at her.

Courtney shakes her head no.

"Then do it, Courtney!" I yell.

Courtney nods her head and positions herself to push.

I start pacing back and forth wondering if this one will be another boy.

I notice my phone and grab it, and realize that who was calling me was Shayne.

Who was listening to this whole time?

I guess I must've hit answer with all the movement.

"It's a girl Mrs. Topp, congratulation!'' 

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