Her brown eyes watched intently as a group of marines jogged through the main street on their hunt. Their hunt for her. For her son.

Letting the blue curtain drift shut, Rouge leant against the wall for support, her hand resting against her swollen stomach. It was never supposed to be like this. She'd known the minute she'd fallen in love with her pirate that things were never going to be easy. He'd disappear out to sea, his first love for stretches at a time, but at the end of the day, he'd come home to her. She never thought it would be like this.

Pregnant.

Alone.

The shouts of the marines on the street echoed through the closed curtains, their sound growing fainter as they returned to the docks. Another day, another close encounter.

"Just a bit longer."

Rouge whispered to the empty room.

"We just have to hold on a little bit longer."

There was no reason for them to be hunting her. No one on Roger's crew would have ever let slip information about her, and Rayleigh was the only one they had told that she was pregnant. They shouldn't have ever known about him.

Rouge pressed her hand more firmly against her stomach as she felt a fluttering kick from her baby boy. She didn't know what it was that gave her such certainty. Perhaps it was a mothers' intuition, or merely her gut feeling, but she knew her baby would be a boy. He would be her little angel. Her Ace. Her son, that no one should have been able to connect to his father, and yet the marines knew.

Monkey D. Garp.

Roger had told her that he trusted him. That if she needed help after his death, Garp would help her. Now she wasn't so sure. Garp may have held Roger's respect, but he was a marine, and this was her son's life on the line.

Dropping her head back against the wall, Rouge slid to the ground. She could do this.

"Just a bit longer."