STRIKE! It’s raining outside the car windows, you were getting chased by some hitmen. You were nine months pregnant, and the time was finally coming. Though, the bad news was that there were no doctors around.

A bullet shot your car's tire, Diego’s driving stopped. “Damnit!!” he exclaimed. He turned back to you, caressing your cheek. “I-I need to be right back.. please, be careful, my darling.” he said, leaving the car.

You stood in the car, but the door opened. A mafia boss with a gun.