The driver stared through the windshield.
“Two vehicles are blocking the entrance.”
Roman looked ahead.
Two black SUVs were positioned across the road.
Their headlights were off.
The rain made everything difficult to see.
Then one of the doors opened.
A man stepped out.
Roman’s entire expression changed.
“Stay here.”
He reached for the door.
I grabbed his sleeve.
“Don’t leave me.”
He looked down at my hand.
For a moment, the coldness disappeared from his face.
“I need to make sure you get inside safely.”
“I’m scared.”
“I know.”
Another contraction hit.
I cried out and grabbed his arm.
Roman immediately looked toward the driver.
“Forget getting out.”
His voice became hard.
“Get through them.”
The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
“Yes, sir.”
The engine roared.
The SUV moved forward.
And then—
A gunshot exploded through the rain.
I screamed.
Roman pulled me against his chest.
Another shot struck the side of the vehicle.
Glass shattered somewhere behind us.
Roman wrapped his body around mine.
“Don’t move.”
I could hear shouting outside.
More gunshots followed.
But Roman never let go.
He covered my body completely.
And as I clung to him, one terrifying thought entered my mind:
Whoever was waiting for us knew exactly where I was going to give birth.
Someone Is Waiting
The sound of gunfire seemed to swallow the entire world.
I couldn’t see what was happening outside.
All I could see was Roman.
His body was covering mine, one arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders while his other hand braced against the seat.
“Stay down,” he ordered.
Another bullet struck the SUV.
I screamed.
My hands instinctively went to my stomach.
“My baby…”
“She’s safe.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m not letting anything happen to either of you.”
His voice was so calm that, for a moment, I believed him.
Then another shot rang out.
Roman’s security team shouted outside.
The driver accelerated.
The SUV swerved violently, but Roman never released me.
I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek.
It was steady.
Controlled.
As if gunfire was nothing unusual to him.
And that frightened me almost as much as the attack itself.
The driver suddenly shouted.
“We’re through!”
The SUV surged forward.
A few seconds later, the gunfire stopped.
I slowly lifted my head.
Roman looked toward the rear window.
“Are they following us?”
The driver checked the mirror.
“No.”
Roman picked up his phone.
“Get me a secure line to the hospital.”
I stared at him.
“Who were those people?”
He didn’t answer.
“Roman.”
His eyes met mine.
“I don’t know yet.”
“You knew someone was waiting for us.”
“I suspected.”
“Why?”
He looked away.
“Because your husband has enemies.”
I shook my head.
“Julian doesn’t have enemies.”
Roman gave me a strange look.
“You don’t know your husband as well as you think.”
The words hurt.
Because I was beginning to realize he was right.
The late-night phone calls.
The unexplained money.
The secret meetings.
The folder.
Celeste.
The sudden flight.
Maybe I had been married to a stranger.
Another contraction came.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Roman immediately reached for my hand.
“Breathe.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“It hurts.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know.”
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“No. I don’t.”
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