Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles Dollslayer character is mine.

Although Angeles knew it wouldn't help, they did go see multiple doctors, to see if they could receive a better diagnosis. All of them said the same thing as Dr. Staal. The couple even tried different fertility treatments, with no success.

Their last attempt to get pregnant was to have Padme try to heal the damage the toxin had done to Angeles' reproductive system. But even with her gift of Force Healing, Padme could not heal her sister-in-law.

Angeles was now forty. She was depressed. She wanted to give Poe a child, and she knew he wanted one. She failed him as his wife.

Poe spent time away from his wife. It was hard for him to face Angeles, since he felt she blamed him.

It caused a strain in their marriage. It got to the point where Angeles was spending more time in Coruscant than in Naboo.

"Angeles, you and Poe need to work things out," Ben urged her.

"There is nothing to work out," Angeles sadly replied. "I failed him, Ben. When I arrive back to Naboo, I am going to ask for a divorce."

"You don't want to divorce him..."

"Ben, he deserves to be happy! Not to be miserable with someone that can't even give him a baby!"

"She blames me, Padme," Poe said to his sister-in-law. "And I don't blame her. If my ship had not broken down, Angeles never would have been tortured."

"Poe, if anyone is to blame for this, it would be Vader, " Padme argued.

"No. Although I know it's hard for you say that, considering he was your grandfather..."

"You risked your life to rescue her."

"But did I rescue her? I guess not, since now she can't get pregnant. When she comes back to Naboo, I am going to ask her for a divorce. I don't want her to be consumed by her anger towards me."

Poe and Angeles sat at the kitchen table. She cooked him his favorite meal. They ate in awkward silence. Angeles was about to speak when they heard the doorbell ring. They both went to the door and saw their niece Leia, who was fifteen.

"Leia, this is not a good time..." Angeles said to her, The teenager barged past her aunt and uncle. Turning to face them, she said,

"It is not a good time. Don't divorce each other."

"Leia, you don't understand," Poe tried to explain, shocked that Angeles wanted a divorce, too.

"He wants a divorce, as well?" Angeles solemnly said to herself.

"Both of you have forgotten your vows, to be open with each other," Leia lectured them.

"I think you need to leave," Angeles sternly told her niece.

"She thinks you blame her for not being able to conceive," Leia told her uncle.

To her aunt, she said,

"And he thinks you blame him."

"I don't blame you," Poe said to his wife. "I blame myself."

"Why? I'm the one not able to have a child, not you!" Angeles replied, shocked by Poe's apparent guilt.

"Because I didn't make it in time," he softly whispered, before running from her presence.

"Leia, you need to go home, before your parents worry," Angeles told her.

"They are outside in the car, waiting for me," Leia said. "Please work things out with Uncle Poe."

Leia turned and left the house. As soon as she left, Angeles headed upstairs to the bedroom.