Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

Her.

Moscow's grip on my hand becomes more and more loose the longer the time goes on, Tokyo holds the other and I know she feels it too. It's clear he's hallucinating, he's talking to Tokyo as if she is his wife. It's as if I don't exist to him right now, and it's just them. Tokyo begins to cry hard thinking about Moscow's state of mind, and a lump forms in my throat watching the cold hearted bitch shed a tear. He then turns to me and smiles. "Where is she?" He questions.

"Where's who?" I mutter quietly to him.

"Your daughter," He breathes. "Where is she? She must be almost 2 now, no?" Not only is he halluncinating, but he is also dreaming of a future that might not even happen.

I gulp and notice Tokyo's eyes fix on mine curiously. "She or he isn't born yet, Moscow. Remember?" He let's go of my hand and rests it clumsily over my tummy.

"She's beautiful." He whispers then holds my hand again, as a tear leaves his eye.

"So it came back positive?" Tokyo asks and I just nod. "Have you told-"

"No." I snap back quickly. "Not yet."

"Vienna, we don't have much time left, you need to tell him." She stresses.

"I know, but I just haven't found the right time." I whisper.

"Then find the time!" She barks.

"Enough, Tokyo!" I shout.

"Sorry, just... You need to know what you're doing with it. I mean-" She looks at Moscow now. "her." He smiles at us. "He's right though, no matter what this baby is, if you decide to keep it... It'll be beautiful."

"Don't make this harder for me, Tokyo. Berlin might not want this baby, and if he doesn't-"

"Who cares? If you want this baby, keep it. He's dying anyway." She says coldly, making my heart break a little. "What I mean is, life will be a little easier after his passing if you have a baby to look after." She softens the blow by correcting herself, and I acknowledge her thoughts. It was true, if this baby is born, I'd have something to focus on after Andrés dies. But I can't think of him dead when we still have so much living to do.

***

The hours went by quickly, and Moscow's state deteriorated rapidly, and soon it was time to call the whole gang round to say our final goodbyes. Denver and Monica are the last to arrive, and it is clear they've been working hard to try and open that tunnel so his father can be saved. I move away from Moscow's side to let Denver and Monica see him, and I lean into Andrés for emotional support. His hand entwines with mine, and he plants a kiss on the top of my head attentively as we listen to Moscow saying his final words to his son and his new soulmate.

"My friends, I haven't introduced myself..." He struggles to say. "Augustin Ramos, and it's been a pleasure." I begin to weep silently in Andrés' arm, my heart not only broke for the father and son, but also for the fact that I was losing a father figure myself. Moscow loves me, cares for me and knows I deserve better - but children don't listen and he respected that. He's never going to meet his own grandchild or even my baby, her... It's time to tell Andrés who her is.

Denver whimpers whilst he sings to his father's body, saying his goodbye, whilst the rest of us watch this sad event unfold. Denver hugs the corpse and wails into the overalls Moscow is wearing, and I can't contain my tears anymore. I sob loudly, and Andrés pulls me into a hug to muffle the sound, but also to try and fix my crumbling heart.

Soon after his death, we place Moscow in a box that would have to do for a coffin, just like Oslo's. Denver says a few words as if it really was his father's funeral and we were all living in normality. Then, once he's said his farewells, the boys place the lid on top.

"I need to tell you something..." I whisper to Andrés. "It can't wait." He kisses my cheek softly, knowing that whatever it is, it's important. "Can we go somewhere private?"

"All right everyone," Andrés purrs addressing the group. "Let's leave Denver to have some time alone with his father, please." We're the first to leave the scene.

He holds my hand up the stairs but doesn't say a word to me. I cry the whole way up to his office, grieving heavily for our friend. "Come here." Andrés breathes sorrowfully and pulls me into another hug when the door closes on us. "Tell me what's wrong..."

I break the embrace and wipe my tears. How do I tell him? I should've thought of how to do this, I've had so much time to prepare for this exact moment. "Aurora?" He urges me.

I gulp. "Andrés..." I breathe. "I'm pregnant." I close my eyes, knowing his face will be cold and stern like a statue. Denver's impression of him the night of the festival runs through my head, talking about children being like a nuclear war. Then the thought of every wife wanting a child led him to leaving them, I'll be next, and I'll have to abort this baby to save our love.

His cold hands touch mine startling me, and he links them together like puzzle pieces connecting and places a kiss on my lips tenderly. "The only good thing to have come out of me, is meeting you..." He whispers, and I open my eyes to see a genuine smile on his face. "And having this baby."

"You want this?" I murmur unsure.

"Tell me a better way to die knowing I will have a beautiful wife by my side, and our baby who will be loved unconditionally." He grins happily. "I've never wanted children, Aurora." He admits. "But it seems right to have one with you." I wrap my arms around him excitedly, knowing this baby is wanted by not just me, but by it's father too. "It also gives me a reason to try and fight this disease off a little longer." He jokes and we laugh as I begin to cry again.

"I love you, Aurora." He whispers and leans out to look at me.

"I love you." I smile, and we kiss affectionately knowing we're going to be parents.