The broken glass was everywhere.

Isabella's face was a mask of stone, her back pressed to the very end of the bed frame and her violet eyes glowing with literal fire inside them. Exhaustion was present in them too along with both pain and anxiety.

They had found them. It was the worst timing too.

She was cradling her newborn son, so there wasn't any way to grab her gun. It was too far away. Still, she was smart enough to put distance between her and her attacker. She could fend them off and give her husband the time he needed to shoot them. But then again, she had just given birth. She was not useful at this time.

Leslie had kept a straight face the entire time, but if one looked close enough, they could clearly see the nervousness in his eyes, as he was trying to keep himself one for his family as he was hiding in the shadows holding a gun in his hand ready to attack, knife strapped on his legs ready to strike if the gun was to fall.

The attacker moved closely and Isabella snarled loudly at them, warning them to back away from her newborn son. She couldn't quite get up yet either as she had just given birth, but maybe if they came close enough, she could try to snap their neck. Then again, she would be too slow. They had guns in their hands.

Oh they better back the hell off.

She was getting even more anxious as Leslie moved forward, making sure he was hidden as he hoped his wife could see him or get his signal as she noticed him from the corner of her eyes. Her own widened and she instinctively covered her newborn son's ears as to protect his innocence from any type of noise of the gun, as it could be dangerous for him and could make him deaf. As soon as she did, two gunshots were heard, and two guys had fallen dead in front of her.

The woman gave a loud, shaky breath of relief, removing her hands from where they were shielding the baby's ears. He was crying now, and she began to hum a soft gentle lullaby and rock him in her arms in order to calm him down. It was one her husband would play throughout her pregnancy on his mandolin. It was engraved in her heart at this point.

As she rocked the baby slowly and continued to hum, Leslie came running towards them as he took out a bag and started stuffing it with clothes and essentials.

"We need to leave right now, they know our location now." He started as he looked towards her. "Can you move?" he asked the woman, knowing that she had just given birth.

She shook her head slowly, sweat pooled at the base of her temples. "No, not much." She stressed, shifting her weight on the bed and feeling a flare of pain shoot up through her abdomen. "I will try to pack over here, why don't you go around the house and take the other things?"

Leslie gave a nod. "Very well. If you need me, shout and I will help you."

As she nodded in confirmation, soon after she finished she yelled "done" and heard her husband's answering footsteps in response.

"I am coming," Leslie answered from afar. As heavy footsteps were heard of someone coming towards them, she had her gun in her hand for any sort of protection just to be safe. The door swung open and she saw her husband standing there with multiple bags. "Come on. I have kept the rest of the things in the car." He informed her as he picked up the remaining two bags. "Is this all we need?

"Yes." Isabella nodded in confirmation, cradling the baby with one arm with the bag slung around the other along with the gun clasped in it. Slowly and surely, she limped out of the house, wincing at step after step. Her baby was cooing in her arms, making small grabby hands at her face. She didn't have time to smile down at him as they were in a rush. As Leslie opened the car for them, she slid into her seat and buckled up with her arms around Ray protectively. That was what she had elected to name him. It was the first name that had caught her eye and Leslie had agreed without hesitation. It fit him after all.

"Where are we going to go now?" Isabella asked him as he began to drive. She shot continuous glances at the road before them, occasionally using the window to keep an eye behind them. She would have no problem with running over someone if it meant they were in their way.

"I don't know. Somewhere far away," Leslie concluded as he kept his attention on the road as well.

There was a pause of silence for a moment. Just for a moment until Isabella had decided to voice her thoughts once more. "I wanted my son to have a normal life."

"I know, me too. But they know about him now." As if he had sensed the sadness in his wife, he added, "Maybe we can homeschool him and then when he gets older in college or high school, we can tell him the truth and teach him the basics of combat. That way he can live a normal life with no struggle." He scratched his chin before returning his hands to the wheel, guiding the car to continue driving down the road. "We already have our online business after all. Maybe we can teach him all about it and make him the next boss."

"Perhaps," Isabella murmured quietly, considering his words as she stared out the window and took in the sights around them. "And after that? Where exactly does it classify as far away?"

"Wherever will be considered safe for him. Somewhere they'll least expect us," Leslie answered her with his hand on the wheel. "We'll change our names, start a completely new life and then like I said before, explain all of this to our baby when he grows."

"Then I suppose that is the right choice," Isabella concluded at last, staring down at her baby. "Oh, Ray, I'm so sorry. You have been brought into this mess against your will. Do not fear, for when you grow strong enough to handle yourself, your father and I will make sure you surpass everyone."