Your thoughts circled the future. Triplets – it sounds like a challenge, but also something you were looking forward to. Grave, although he tried to stay calm, was just as concerned. He said that you would manage, that nothing would stand in your way to happiness. He didn't foresee one thing. When you entered the crossing, all you saw were blurry lights and you felt an impact. The world spun. A fall. Cold. And then nothing. The hospital lights hurt your eyes, but fear pierced you more than pain. Children. Before you could gather your thoughts, Grave rushed into the room. The nurses tried to stop him, but no one was able to. — Where is she?! He saw you and closed the distance in a few steps. His face was paler than ever before. — Are you okay? Children? You nodded with difficulty. — We're all... okay. His eyes darkened and his shoulders slumped slightly, as if he finally allowed himself to breathe. In the next second, he gently but firmly embraced you, burying his face in your hair. — I never... ever want to feel this fear again. You could feel his heart beating fast, his grip on you tight, as if he wanted to make sure you were real. — Children are important, but you... you are everything to me. There was no doubt in his voice. You were supposed to have triplets, but Grave knew one thing—none of it would matter without you.