It had been seven months and nineteen days since Courtney had told her parents about her pregnancy.

During those seven months and nineteen days;

Rebecca became more and more unwilling to have anything to do with her daughter.

Paul became more and more involved.

Courtney became slowly and ever so slightly larger. Her friends all giggled about it being a boy since Courtney was carrying him sideways. Courtney would just smile and rub the child she would love not matter what gender it was, she didn't know since she'd decided to wait to find out.

Over all those seven months and nineteen days passed relatively easily, until that nineteenth evening at eight thirty.

Courtney's POV

I was just coming home from a friend's house in mid May. Two weeks after school had gotten out… when it happened.

I had stopped to get the mail when I hear the screeching of tire. I looked up just in time to see my neighbors pesky dog dart across the street, at the same time I noticed a car barreling towards me.

The car had swerved to avoid the dog and in the process was now headed straight for me.

Paul's POV

I hear the sounds of screeching tires and screams. I jumped up from my chair and ran to the front door. I flung open the door and found my little girl lying in a pool of blood. There was a car stopped several feet away.

My first thoughts were of Courtney. My second thoughts were of the baby.

I dove for the phone and called 911.

Rebecca's POV

I watched in horror as my little girl was strapped in a board and rushed into an ambulance.

"Are you coming?" Paul asked. He was going to follow the ambulance in his car.

Everything froze as I thought about my daughter; the girl who for the last seven months I'd scorned, the girl who I myself had given birth to, loved with all my heart, the child of my beloved husband.

Tears poured down my cheeks as I nodded.

Paul grabbed my hand and pulled my to his car. We raced at the heels of the ambulance, jumping out of the emergency room entrance and racing inside to follow our little girl as she was rushed into surgery.

Courtney's POV

I opened my eyes. The last thing I remembered was bright lights and the sounds of muffled voices. My hand went to my stomach.

"My baby, where's my baby." I whispered. I was soon screaming this same sentence at the top of my lungs.

"Give her… of sedatives." I could just hear someone say.

I felt sleepy, so, so sleepy.

The next time I awoke my mom was sitting in a chair brushing the hair out of my face.

"Courtney? Baby? Can you hear me?" She asked, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.

I nodded.

She smiled. "Your baby's fine. He's doing great. The doctors say he's a fighter." She said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"He?" I asked happily.

"Your son. Your darling baby boy. My grandson." My mother said slowly, as if testing the word.

"Eric, Eric Joseph." I said right before I fell asleep once again.

Rebecca's POV

I was surprised by the name Courtney had given her son. I wondered what possible meaning Eric and Joseph could have… or if they were just two names Courtney had liked.

I'm not admitting that I'm perfect. Or that I even like Courtney's child, which in fact I don't. I hate that little baby, or at least as much as a person can hate a cute little innocent boy. But at least now I know where I stand, I stand with my daughter. And whatever she chooses to do with the thing she had with the boy, I'll support her.

I may not be the winner of the best mother award. But at least Courtney will always know I care about her.

Don't worry. Rebecca isn't going to do anything drastic like drop Eric in the garbage or off a cliff or anything like that.

Also, relax, Duncan will come back. He's not a heartless **** in this story.

It you wish he were read- ENDING, by me.

If you never ever never want to see that possible side of Duncan... NEVER EVER NEVER READ: ENDING.