Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

Florence.

My arms entwine themselves around the small child who lays asleep inside of them. The cool breeze flows through my hair and her blanket, and I pull her closer, shielding her from the chill. The sun shines down on us, and my engagement ring sparkles brightly in the sun's rays, showing off it's beauty and reminding me of the night before the heist and how happy me and Andrés' were at that exact time.

I look away from the gleaming ring and back to my precious baby and see her dark, long eyelashes slowly flutter open, and she stirs. I smile happily and I coo at her calmly to settle her again, and I softly begin singing the baby back to sleep. Her eyes lazily fall closed, relaxed to hear her mother's sweet song and soon drifts off again.

"Oh Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao..." I whisper the song now, and my eyes begin to fill with warm tears thinking of Andrés and how beautifully he sang.

I finish the song, and gulp trying to keep the tears at bay so I don't upset my tiny baby. With my index finger I trace it delicately over her face, and she sighs when she feels my touch, happy and content I'm here. "A year ago today," I whisper to the dreaming girl. "Your father gave up his life for his friends, his family and for me and you." She breathes in and out heavily, she's deep in her sleep again. I know she can't hear me, but I'll tell her this same story every year because it brings me comfort talking to what is left of Andrés.

The first year would have always been the hardest, and it has been. Everyone knew it was going to be diffcult, and I had many offers to have company. Nairobi volunteered herself first, her beautiful, selfless heart told me we could raise the baby together - me and her, the best friends. Reluctantly, I declined, telling her she needs to put her life first before mine and focus on getting Axel back. I miss her awfully. I wish she had been there when I gave birth. She held my hand when I found out I was pregnant, so for her to be there when she came into the world seemed right, but I was alone and regretted not accepting her offer of help. I don't know where she is, I only know she's with Helsinki. But I know she's happy, and we'll meet again soon. I look down and admire my angelic child, and think about all of the kind words Nairobi would say about not just her, but for me too. She'd tell me what a beautiful baby she is, and how well I'm doing as a single mother, and how proud Berlin would be of me.

I then had the offer to stay with Sergio, who said he would go wherever I wanted. As much as I believed him, he too couldn't keep his life on hold for me either, especially knowing he and Raquel had unfinished business. It would have been selfish of me to keep him from a happy future. He begged me to go back to Italy and back to the monastery where Andrés' dearest friends would look after me, but I didn't want to hurt Martín anymore then I already had - hearing about Andrés' death would have been traumatic enough, let alone me coming back pregnant with his best friend's baby. I also didn't want the reminder of Andrés everywhere I walked, because if I did I'd be constantly waiting for him to appear. Accepting my reasons, Sergio promised to stay in touch, and he does. We speak daily. I think he does it more to check on me instead of wondering how the baby is, but I appreciate him and hope we meet again when the baby is older.

Even Denver had offered me the chance to travel with him and Monica, and I slightly laughed at this one. Even after the pain I had caused Denver, he didn't want me to face this alone. At least after Moscow's death, he had Monica to support him. I kindly rejected his offer too. Him and Monica needed to form a real relationship together and needed to focus on their baby, who was born just a week before mine. I smile thinking of Moscow, his last words to me were about how beautiful my daughter is. I wish he could have met her too, so we could laugh together knowing his guess on the gender was right. Because of Moscow I hadn't even considered a boys name, I was so confident he had seen her just before his death.

Andrés comes back into mind now, and I sigh missing him more each day. "He was a cocky man," I smile and chuckle quietly. "but he was brave, very caring and most importantly, he loved his family more than anything in the world. He might not be here my love, but he lives inside of you and I just know how proud he is to call you his daughter." A tear slips down my face rapidly and falls on her forehead, causing her eyes to open wide quickly from the shock of the warm splash.

I wipe it from her head, and with her big, dazzling, brown eyes she inherited from her father, gazes at me. "He loves you so much, Florence." I mutter and kiss her head gently where the tear landed.

Florence.

Florence, the city in Italy, the city where I first met Andrés and where our love blossomed and bloomed. Florence, the first name I considered when we decided our own city names for the heist. Florence is her that Moscow saw on his death bed. Florence, the daughter of two brilliant criminals. Florence, the daughter of Andrés, who will carry his name with pride throughout her entire life.

Florence is all I have left of him.

I will never forget Andrés and our wonderful time together, and I'll tell Florence what real love feels like. Her father saved me from hiding another day from the British police, he sacrificed Tatiana for me, he protected me and stood up for me when other's doubted our connection.

Our time was cut short, shorter then even Andrés' had anticipated, but my time with Florence was forever and watching her grow brought me the strength to carry on that I thought I'd never get back after losing Andrés. She gives me the reason to keep going, to keep playing the highly-wanted criminal that I am, she is the reason I plan to avenge Andrés.

You're my last love, Aurora... Andrés' voice echoes in my head, his purring tone lingers and I sigh wishing it wasn't faint, and distant but real.

I smile widely now and think deeply about what he said to me.

I may have been Andrés' last love, but Florence will always be his eternal love...