They married for love despite all warnings. She had a heart condition, and pregnancy was a risk that could cost her life. But he loved her as she was and once told her, "Even if we never have children, I will always love you more than anything else."After years of attempts and disappointments, she finally got pregnant, but she miscarried in her third month. The blow was hard on both of them, but it didn’t end their dream. They continued treatment, endured medicines, hospitals, and long silences. After a long time... the miracle happened. She became pregnant again.She reached her fourth month, and Liam decided to celebrate with the family to find out the baby’s gender. No one knew except his sister, who organized the party. He smiled as he saw her laughing, her hand on her belly, as if whispering to the baby that it was safe.Just before announcing the gender, he received a call from an unknown number. He answered, and a calm, mocking, and frightening voice said, "Count to three... then say goodbye to your wife."He needed no explanation. He looked out the window and saw black cars approaching quickly. He shouted, "Hide!" He ran to her and covered her with his body under the table.Then the shooting began.It didn’t take long, and after the attackers withdrew, he turned to her to make sure she was okay... but her gaze was still, and blood was seeping from her belly. One bullet was enough.He held her tightly and whispered, "We were two... now we’re three... don’t leave me now."