Grayson's POV
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We went home after the appointment and just cuddled on the couch ...sad and depressed. Every time I would put my hand on her belly she would flick it off .
Our baby is in danger and it's scary.
I don't want my little princess to have problems or quite possibly die.
"It's okay baby,"I said as I drew her in.
Bree walked in out of her room and she saw that Lyn had been crying. She asked what was wrong and Lyn got up and ran over to Bree and hugged her tight. She sobbed in Bree's neck for a good 10 minutes
"Lyn tell me what happened."
"We went to the doctor and*sniffle* *sob* we're having a baby girl but the doctor said*sniffle* the baby isn't growing right and she has a chance of death or severe problems at birth,"Lyn managed to get out.
"Oh Rosalyn I'm so sorry."
Sorry it's so short guys ...it's just a filler.
