The sun was rising above the cityscape, its rays seeping in through the curtains illuminating the room where Aric Jorgan was sleeping. The curtains moved to and fro, following the winds minor movements. The winds that flowed into the room carried with them a hinting smell of rain. The Cathar rolled over, annoyed with the possibility of a rain later that day. He always felt sluggish and tired when the rain set in.

Slowly, he rolled over on to his back, his upper body exposed to the openness of the room. It was only early morning, but the room was already too bright. He closed his eyes, running his hand down the empty side of the bed beside him. Earlier that morning, more night than day, he felt her get out of bed, sluggish and nauseated. Aric opened his eyes once more as he rolled back onto his side, to see the emptiness and breathe her scent in deep. Oh how he loved the way she smelled. Something sweet yet robust, he grinned at this thought. How it described her perfectly.

He sat up in their bed, half exposed to the room. He looked around the room as he rubbed his eyes and face. Slowly he moved his hand over their alarm, waiting for it to go off. Since they had found out that she was pregnant, she was up before their alarm, just as he would be. Still every night, he set it for the next day, knowing he would once again be awake before it would call to them to wake, and turn it off.

The Cathar stood from his bed and began walking to the bathroom for his shower, taking note of the clothes that had been strewn across the room from the nights pleasantries had been picked up and put into the hamper. He smiled at himself, knowing his wife could not leave anything out of place, even if putting it away would bring back memories of past events.

His shower was cold and quick, he detested the idea taking long hot showers. Pointless, he thought they were. Now awake, he pulled pants over his lower body and began looking in his house for his wife, knowing where she would be.

Walking out into the living area, he saw a plate of food half eaten. She must have tried to eat something, anything for their child. A pained look came over his face. They knew this would be a possibility of having a family, she having morning sickness, but it pained him to see her try to eat only to be sick later. He began to put the plate back into the refrigerator for a later time and fixed toast for her. It would be bland, but she was able to keep that down.

Aric continued his search, looking in rooms, thinking of them becoming children's rooms, filled with laughter and joy. He traced the walls, feeling a bit under the weather himself, as he made his way to the balcony. The wind had picked up since he had seen and felt it in the comfort of their bed. Moving closer to the door and curtains, he saw the outline of her, his wife. Tiny, he thought every time he looked at her. But he smiled. She was just the right size to fit beside him, the perfect size.

He stood for a moment behind her, taking her vision in. Her blond hair blew in the breeze, wrapping itself around her body, defining her and every little curve there was too see. His eyes danced wildly, from her shoulders down her waist and keeping hold around her hips before going down her long legs. They go all the way up... his thoughts drifted, just as his eyes did back to her rear. He shook his head, banishing any thoughts of taking her once again before the day began.

Taking a step towards her, he heard her smile.

"Good morning, my love." Her voice reminded him of velvet, silky and smooth while carrying a sense of authority. Aric had closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, offering her the piece of bread. She took it lovingly from his hands, keeping a hand over her stomach, feeling their child inside of her, still too small to be seen. Following her actions, he placed his hands over hers and felt the warmth underneath her skin.

Placing his head on top of hers, he spoke, "Sleep well? I saw you tried to eat."

Taking a bite, she said, "Partially. I tossed and turned all night." He smiled, leaning down to kiss her skin, nipping here and there playfully.

"I know, I was there."

She chuckled, "Aric, now?" His hands began to explore her body underneath her shirt as his nipping became more violent.

"I can't help it if you drive me wild," his voice was more gruff than usual. She turned to face her husband, piercing his gaze with her milky blue eyes. She smiled as she leaded up to kiss him, "Later," she promised. "First we need to complete the work day. Garza has already called me this morning with reports, and she needs me to send a squad to Ord Mantell for some recon."

He seemed to pout, "Ord Mantell. Well, I guess I should get ready for the day as well." He pulled her close, as he kissed her hard, knowing that he would be gone a few days. It wasn't like Havoc Squad, but he liked his work. Force Commander of one of the recon squads, while his wife and commander, Nalondra, stayed on Coruscant leading the team from behind the table. He enjoyed it though, at least she was safe and not in harm's way while carrying their child and he on the front lines leading their team.

The ship was ready in the hanger, the troops loading gear readying for the few days away from home. Nalondra stood in her uniform at ease as she watched cargo being loaded on to the ship. She heard her husband's voice boom, giving orders to the men and women and couldn't help but give him a good staring, taking in all she could before he left. His body was covered in tough armor, making him seem twice his size and she thought it was all too much, he looked better with civilian clothes on more so than cumbersome armor. But she knew it would not hinder his movements, he was a Cathar after all.

In the midst of giving out commands, Aric's eyes caught his wife staring at him. His mind went blank for a brief second as he looked at her. Her hair was tied up high on her head, and her uniform crisp and clean, hugging her body. Why did he have to leave now? He silently groaned, trying to look anywhere but her.

"Jorgan," She called out to him, "Here are the reports from Ord Mantell. There was a small group of men that went missing when they were trying to do a search and rescue near Mannet Point. Find them and bring them back to base, and find out where their objective went."

He glanced at her puzzled, trying to not look at her too long, "Went? The objective went missing?"

"Yes. A doctor for the separatists. She's an undercover Imperial doctor they were supposed to bring in for questioning. But they went missing. Find them and her, and bring them back. That is all."

They stood for a moment, continuing to watch the last of the supplies being loaded into the ship's cargo hold.

"Aric, please be careful." Her voice seemed sad, broken. Nalondra hated to see her husband leave on these types of missions. She couldn't count all the missions they had been on when they were Havoc Squad, rescuing teams that had been taking by the enemy. More often than not, not everyone would be coming home.

He smiled down at his wife as she kept her eyes on the team in front of her, "Sweetheart, who do you think I am?"

"I know, it's just..."

"I know, Nal. I'll be home before you know it. I love you."

"I love you too," she looked up to him, handing the reports over so he could read them more in detail while on the way to Ord Mantell. He carefully took them, holding her hand for just a brief moment before walking towards the ramp on to the ship.