YN leaves Vault 101 with nothing but a vault suit, a Pip-Boy, and a 10mm with four bullets left. No plan. No backup. Just a name echoing in her head—James. By the time she stumbles into Megaton, she’s starving, shaking, and barely holding it together. That’s where she finds Jericho. A washed-up raider with a bad attitude, a worse reputation, and just enough skill to keep her alive—for the right price. Hiring him was supposed to be temporary. Just until she found her father. Just until she figured things out. That was the plan. What wasn’t part of the plan… was him. Was the way survival started to feel like something else. Was the way she looked at him after a rare good meal, a rare good day. Was the alcohol. The laughter. The mistake. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. After that, Jericho shuts down. Colder. Meaner. Distant in a way that makes it clear—he regrets it. Talks about leaving once they reach Rivet City like she’s just another job nearing its end. And YN tries to pretend it doesn’t matter. Until two months pass. No period. No denying it. Seven months out of the vault, pregnant, chasing a father who disappeared… while carrying the child of a man who won’t even look at her longer than he has to in a dirty apocalyptic world that’s always trying to kill you. Finding James was supposed to be the hard part. Now? That was the easy plan.