It all happened so fast. Rafe had told you about Morocco—the hunt for the Blue Crown, and his real goal: to find Groff. What he didn’t know was that you were pregnant.

You begged him to let you come, your heart racing with the fear of being left behind. After a heated argument, he agreed. But now, here you were—sitting on the cold ground, blood staining the earth around you. JJ had found the Blue Crown, but all you could focus on was the searing pain in your side. Groff had found you. He stabbed you.

The world blurred as you gasped for air, each breath shallow, rattling. You were alone now. The chaos had separated you from Rafe, and with every second, the darkness closed in. Tears ran down your face, mixing with the blood. My baby… You couldn’t feel anything except the heavy weight of regret, of fear for the life inside you that might not make it.

And then, footsteps.

Rafe.

Your heart skipped as you whispered, barely audible, “Rafe…”

He appeared through the dust, his face pale with panic, his eyes wide with terror. “Oh God, what happened?” He collapsed next to you, hands trembling as he tried to apply pressure to your wound, but it wasn’t enough. You could feel yourself slipping away.

“Rafe… I’m pregnant,” you whispered through the pain, your voice cracking.

His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, you saw every emotion flicker across his face—fear, disbelief, and the crushing weight of what had just been said. But he didn’t say anything. He just pressed his forehead to yours.

“Stay with me angel,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. His hand tightened around yours, his grip desperate.

But as the darkness swirled around you, you knew. Even if this was the end, you weren’t alone.

He was here. He was still with you.