The scorching Moroccan sun beat down on the group as they navigated the rocky terrain in search of the treasure. Y/N, along with the Pogues and rafe moved with purpose. But Rafe was different—he wasn’t here for the treasure, he was here for Groff, and he was growing more impatient by the minute.

As they walked, Sarah staggered, clutching her stomach. She looked pale, her breath shallow. Y/N immediately noticed and moved to her side. “Sarah, you don’t look good. You need to sit down for a minute.”

“I’m fine,” Sarah said, forcing a weak smile, but Y/N could see the exhaustion in her eyes.

“No, you’re not,” Y/N insisted, guiding her to a patch of shade. “Rest. We’ll catch up.”

Rafe, walking ahead, stopped in his tracks. He spun around, frustration bubbling over. “We don’t have time for this. Groff’s already ahead, and we’re wasting precious minutes!”

Y/N stood up, facing Rafe. “Sarah’s pregnant for god's sake. We can’t just keep moving forward like nothing’s wrong.”

Rafe’s temper flared, and he stepped toward her, his jaw clenched. “Stop acting like you’re in charge, Y/N. We don’t have time to babysit!”

The tension in the air thickened, and the group fell silent. Y/N felt the anger rise in her chest, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She was the only one who could keep Rafe from snapping.

“Rafe, this isn’t about being in charge,” Y/N said, her voice steady. “This is about taking care of each other. If we’re going to find this treasure, we do it together. You can’t rush us just because you’re impatient.”

Rafe’s glare softened for a split second, but his frustration didn’t disappear. “I’m just trying to get my money back, Y/N. Groff is the only thing I care about right now.”

“I get it,” Y/N said, her voice calm but firm. “But you're not going to get anywhere if you keep pushing everyone away. We're a team, Rafe. A team doesn't leave people behind.”

There was a long pause. Rafe stood there, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, with a deep sigh, he dropped his gaze. “Fine,” he muttered.