{So I know this story was labelled as Complete, but I thought of this chapter and thought that I would add it on. I hope that you enjoy}

"Hey, Sabine?"

The Mandalorian looked up at the doorway. She was laying in the hospital bed still, holding Mira close to her chest. Both of them were lazing and relaxing in the bed. Sabine's stomach was still sore and every sharp movement, especially twists, were more than unpleasant, so she allowed herself to rest. Ezra was with them for most of the day as well. Although he wasn't exactly allowed to lay in the bed with her, he would usually sneak in to lay with her, his arms around them as Sabine and Mira slept. He always wanted to be close to them, which was why she was surprised that he was gone for so long. Kanan and Zeb convinced Ezra to go to the Ghost and take a shower. But they were probably still talking to him or something. She would wake up and find that Ezra was sometimes meditating beside the bed. But he had been gone for a little over an hour.

So it had just been her and Mira for the past little bit. The nurses had offered to take Mira to the nursery, but Sabine and Ezra refused. They didn't want Mira away from them if they had to make a great escape and in general just didn't want her away from them. Sabine and Ezra were just fine constantly holding her and having their crew that came in, her family, hold her as well. All of them came in to visit Mira again. Hera, Dawn and Kanan had visited most of the morning because Dawn had been excited to see the baby again, but they welcomed the visitors again. Zeb came down from the Ghost a little later to see Mira again, but left after a couple of hours to work on the Ghost again with Rex. But for the past hour it was just her and Mira.

So she was a little surprised to suddenly hear Hera's voice from the hallway. The nurses had been pretty relaxed about them coming to visit her. There were a couple of other Ming Po new-mothers in the hospital, but the population inside this part was pretty small. And the nurses knew the Ghost Crew well and let them back without any problems. But she didn't think that Hera would be back so soon.

"Sabine, are you up?" she asked.

Sabine moved a bit on the bed to get into a more comfortable position, leaning up a bit and readjusting Mira.

"Yes I'm up," Sabine called back to her, her voice a bit softer so that she wouldn't startle Mira. The baby was up for a little bit and Sabine was enjoying talking to her again.

She saw Hera's head poke around the corner of the door with a small smile on her face. Sabine furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused. This was unusual behaviour.

"Someone wanted to stop by and say hi," Hera told her.

Sabine's brows barely had time to furrow more before she saw a new face come out from the doorway. Sabine's eyes suddenly widened and the edges of her mouth tugged up into an instant, surprised smile as she stared at the new face who looked slightly nervous until he saw her smile. He gave her a smile back as he moved into the room, a small pack by his side.

"Tristan!" Sabine exclaimed.

The boy's smile widened as Hera commented that she would leave them alone to reconnect. Sabine had sent a message to her mother about what had happened and she meant to tell Tristan, but she didn't know where she was so she just hoped her mother would pass along the message. But she hadn't been expecting her brother to visit her on Carlac.

He wasn't wearing any of his armour, which was probably for the best both to to keep his clan heritage hidden and out of respect for what Death Watch had done. The off-worlders were causing enough of a fuss. She was sure that another ship would have angered more locals. If they had known that their father was a part of what happened then she was sure that there would have been riots in the streets. She didn't know if the nurses and doctors knew her heritage or if they felt sorry for what she was going through that they didn't care. But she hadn't expected family to come. He looked so weird without his armour. He looked slightly smaller without them.

"I hope it's okay that I stopped by," Tristan told her.

Sabine smiled and nodded.

"Of course!" Sabine told him, her smile widening as he moved more into the room. "I wasn't expecting you to come though."

Tristan shrugged.

"Well, I was around and I wanted to see you," Tristan explained, a smile still on his face. "And my niece of course."

Sabine shook her head, though the smile was still on her face.

"In the Outer Rim Territories?" Sabine asked.

Tristan shrugged, moving to place the bag be brought on the bed near her legs.

"In all honesty, the Core Worlds are near enough from here that I would come and see my vod'ika after she had her baby," Tristan told her, looking over at her, a smirk on his face that made Sabine roll her eyes.

"You didn't have to do that," Sabine told him.

Tristan smiled.

"I really wanted to," Tristan told her.

Sabine raised her eyebrows as she watched him search through the bag. She looked down at Mira to check and see if she was awake and to Sabine's surprise she was. She seemed to be very interested in the new voice. Her face was turned to look towards Tristan. If Ezra was here she would ask what she was feeling, but for now she took it as an interest in the new voice. But she could tell that both of them were interested in each other.

The new mother looked back up at Tristan and smiled, "do you want to hold her?"

Tristan turned to look at her, his eyes wide with slight surprise and Sabine couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Really?" Tristan asked.

Sabine's smile widened as she nodded. She looked down at Mira and saw that her girl was still looking towards the voice, curiosity in her eyes. She wondered if Mira could sense Tristan. Ezra was telling her how Mira was already using the Force to sense her family to find out if they were safe. Kanan said that was probably why she didn't cry when she was in the new arms of the nurses or if she woke up and wasn't in Sabine or Ezra's arms. She wondered if that was what she was doing now. She wasn't sure, but she wanted Mira to know her uncle.

"Of course," Sabine told him gently. "Why wouldn't I?"

Tristan suddenly looked self-conscious and he looked down, moving his hand to scratch the back of his neck nervously.

"Well…you know…I know that we kind of made amends but…well things still aren't what they used to be," Tristan answered, his voice lower before he suddenly looked up at her and answered with a bit more panic. "I mean, not that it's your fault. I know that. I…"

Sabine shook her head.

"Tristan, I'm glad that you're here to see her," Sabine told him. "I know that it's not what it was, but I still want her to know you. And you her."

His tense shoulders deflated a bit and his nervous smile disappeared. Sabine gave him a warm smile and told him as she moved Mira, getting ready to transfer her.

"Come on, I think she wants to meet you. She's been looking towards you ever since you came in," Sabine told him.

The soft surprise on his face again could not help but make her smile. She moved Mira in her arms again to slightly move her towards him. Tristan walked forward and to the other side of the bed where she was closer to the edge. He smiled and moved his own arms carefully so that he would be ready for the baby being transferred in his arms. Sabine carefully transferred Mira to his arms, making sure he was ready, but his hold was solid as he carefully took the bundle.

When she was secured in his arms, the older Mandalorian looked down at the baby in his arms as he moved to stand up straight and suddenly for a few minutes the whole world was her face. The baby in his arms looked up with him, confused for a moment, her eyes searching his face. She had such beautiful, unique eyes. He could instantly pick out the features of each parent.

"Hello, little one," Tristan whispered softly to the baby.

Recognizing his voice and now putting a face and sense signature to the voice, the baby in his arms instantly smiled, making small noises as her one hand moved out of the bundle. Her tiny hand moved up as though to touch him. Tristan obliged, moving down so that her hand could part his nose.

The instant that she was in Tristan's arms, Sabine saw her brother's shoulders instantly relax as though they suddenly melted. His guard was completely down for this little bundle in her arms. And she hoped she'd never forget the look on his face when his eyes first saw her and how his smile widened and eyes glowed with absolute affection. Sabine relaxed in the bed as she watched them, a relaxed smile on her face as she watched her brother interact with her daughter, seeing his eyes sparkle in a way she hadn't seen before, his smile showing how memorized he was with her.

"Oh ad'ika you have such a gorgeous smile," Tristan sighed, his own smile widening as he watched Mira look into his eyes, making small sounds as her own eyes wide and shining eyes took him in, her hand moving back down. After a couple of seconds, he spoke again, though his eyes never left the newborn tucked safely into his arms.

"What's her name?" Tristan asked his sister.

"Mira," Sabine answered.

Tristan finally looked up at her, slightly surprised.

"Very…" he thought for a moment, trying to find the word. "Poetic but…older."

Sabine smiled, looking over at her daughter.

"She's named after Ezra's mother," Sabine explained. "She died when Ezra was a child and helped inmates escape from an Imperial prison before she died. She was a strong woman."

Tristan nodded, looking down at Mira as he swayed slightly to keep her comforted.

"I think the name suits her," Tristan told her with a smile before looking back down at the baby with a large, mesmerizing smile on his face. Sabine noticed that he seemed to have a more gentle hold on her than Sabine had seen with Zeb or Ezra. He held her like she was a fragile gem.

"You look like a Mandalorian," Tristan commented with a smile. "I can see it in your eyes. You have your mother's fierceness and determination."

Sabine chuckled.

"I'm sure some of that is also the Jedi in her blood, but some of it is pure Sabine," Tristan commented, his gaze still never leaving the little bundled baby in his arms.

"Her father is just as determined as me," Sabine commented with a smile.

"Oh, so she gets it from both sides of the spectrum?" Tristan asked with a grin, "how much luck should I wish to you?"

Sabine rolled her eyes so dramatically that she was sure that Tristan would hear it. She stared at him again, a smile on her face as she watched him with her daughter, still holding her securely though gently in his arms. However, his face soon turned to look at his sister, his face and eyes expressing more serious concern.

"You're okay though?" he asked. "Mom wasn't given a lot of details, but we assumed that if you made a last minute stop to a random planet that it was urgent."

Sabine nodded.

"Yeah. We had to make an emergency stop. She needed to be born via c-section," Sabine answered.

Sabine watched as her brother's eyes widen and fear start to flare up. Tristan moved closer to his sister, concern bright in his eyes.

"Seriously?" he asked. "Are you alright?"

Sabine held out her hand to indicate him to stop so she could start to reassure him. She gave him a small smile and told him as she relaxed into the bed, "I'm fine. The procedure went well with no complications."

Tristan nodded in understanding, "Do you know what happened?"

"Major fetal distress," Sabine answered. "And I was in a lot of distress too. Hera was ready for a home birth, but it got out of our hands so she had us stop on Carlac. It's a good thing too. Mira might not be alive if she didn't. How it was going, if I had started pushing it would have led to cord relapse and the umbilical cord would have been cutting off more oxygen than it already was. It was really twisted," Sabine explained to him.

He nodded and reached out a hand to her as he sat down on the bed beside her with his back to the door, his one arm still securing the baby to his body.

"But you're okay?" Tristan asked.

Sabine nodded, smiling.

"I'm still pretty sore, but I'm fine. I'll live," Sabine answered him. "We're both doing well, but I'm just going to have some slight trouble walking for the next couple of days."

Her brother nodded and smiled a little, squeezing her shoulder.

"I'm glad," Tristan told her, a smile appearing on his face again. "And I'm glad that you have this group. They really take care of you."

Sabine smiled as their faces appeared in her thoughts, especially of them holding her daughter for the past day. She looked back up at Tristan and nodded.

"Yeah," Sabine agreed. She looked down at her daughter in her brother's arms. "I'm glad that I have them too."

Tristan smiled and his eyes trailed to the bag, as though finally remembering something.

"Oh! Right!" he exclaimed, moving off of the bed to walk around to the other side where his pack was. "I came bearing gifts."

Sabine raised one eyebrow as she watched her brother move around the bed. His one hand moved in the pack a little roughly from only using on hand as his other arm was occupied holding Mira. When his hand gripped the thing he wanted in the pack, Sabine watched him carefully slide out a thin, quilt-like, yellow blanket that she recognized instantly. Her eyes widened again with sudden shock as she recognized the family heirloom. Tristan looked up at his sister, trying not to laugh at her shocked face as he gave the blanket to her.

Sabine slowly unfolded the medium sized blanket, recognizing the family crest and colours that were quilted together. The fabric as soft as she remembered it. She saw the embroidered names that moved around the edges, recognizing the names of her family that used it over the generations. She saw her name beside her brothers, which was beside her father's and all of his siblings as well as her grandmother and all the names that were passed along. Not all family clans had this type of heirloom. Sometimes it was other items that were passed along to newborns. However, the tradition was to pass down something to the newborns with something to represent their family heritage. This blanket had been in her family for…eighteen generations if they counted Mira now.

But Sabine didn't quite understand.

"Tristan…this is technically yours," Sabine told him. If following tradition, the blanket was meant to be passed down to the eldest of each sibling.

But Tristan just shook his head.

"Well, technically when our family first started it it went to the sibling who first had a child and they could pass it to the others if they so please. So, technically, that would be you and Mira," Tristan answered. "Besides, it's going to do a lot better keeping you two warm than in some storage box. I don't think I'll be needing it any time soon."

Sabine smiled at her brother before looking back down at the blanket, her fingers trailing the stitches. The blanket had needed some fixes over the years of course, some refurbishments, but it always was the same. This was the same blanket that had been wrapped around her as a child, and that had been wrapped around her ancestors.

"Tristan…are you sure?" Sabine asked him.

He nodded confidently.

"Like I said, I don't think I'll be using it any time soon. And I want Mira to have it. It'll be something for her Mandalorian heritage. I'm sure you'll raise her at least somewhat with our culture," Tristan said, starting to gently sway Mira as she moved in his arms.

Sabine smiled and nodded.

"Of course. She will know of her Mandalorian heritage," Sabine answered. "Ezra and I are going to raise her in both."

Tristan chuckled, looking down to smile at Mira again to make her smile before he looked back up at his sister.

"That will be interesting to say the least if history has any indication of that," he answered.

Sabine chuckled.

"Yeah, we'll see how it goes," Sabine answered with a smile, looking at the bundle in Tristan's arms. "What does mom think about the heirloom being given to a non-full-blooded Mando?"

Tristan shrugged.

"I honestly don't think she'll mind," Tristan answered before he bit his lip, as though debating about if he should say something until he finally sighed. "You know she wants to be here, right?"

Sabine sighed herself, looking down at the blanket for a moment before nodding.

"I know," she answered.

"She just…" Tristan sighed. "She doesn't think she belongs anymore. She doesn't think she has a right to know her, even though we've made our amends."

Sabine nodded.

"I figured," she answered. "I still want Mira to know her but…"

"You know Mom," Tristan tells her. "She'll put on a brave and stern face and claim she is all fine. She's had good practice over the years with what happened. But…I think she feels like she doesn't belong anymore. Kind of…replaced, but she knows that it's her own fault. She doesn't want to move in on your new family."

"And you don't mind?" Sabine asked, "I mean, just coming here."

"If you asked me to leave I would have," Tristan told her. "I'm not trying to wiggle myself in. I just wanted to congratulate you because you are my sister and I'm proud of the family that you made."

Sabine's smile came back again, before faltering slightly as she thought of her mother.

"I want her to, but…" Sabine sighed, looking at the bundle again. "She will always be Mira's grandmother, but…"

"I don't know if things will ever be what they were," Tristan told her. "And I understand. I'm not asking them to be and neither is mom. But she'd want you to be with Mira as you want and what you think is best for her. She'll understand that more than anything. You do what you think is best for you and Mira at the time. Mom won't push you."

Sabine nodded, looking down at the blanket again, her fingers trailing over her name that her mother had embroidered so many years ago.

"Mom would want her to have it," Tristan told her. "She may not admit it, but he would."

He always did know how to talk to her.

Sabine looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you, Tristan," Sabine told him. "She'll love it."

"It'll keep both of you warm at night," Tristan told her, his own smile returning. "You two already seemed very attached."

Sabine smiled.

"That's what happens," Sabine answered.

Tristan nodded before he moved to his pack, looking down at Mira as his hand moved through it again, this time with a bit more ease as the next gift was small. He told his niece as his hand moved to find the next gift.

"I have one more thing for you, Mira," Tristan told her gently, as though she could understand him. "I thought that I would follow one more Mandalorian tradition."

Sabine smiled, already knowing what he was giving her, but she wondered what he chose to make. But the carving of a Gakeer {A/N: something like a large bear}, placed on a thick string to make it almost like a necklace for when she was older. Tristan showed it to Mira, moving it close for her to touch.

"This, Mir'ika, is like my substitute when I am not beside you. This little guy will be your protector, his eyes my eyes. No matter where you are, if you have this with you then you will always be safe, my soul watching over you," he told her.

Sabine smiled as she watched the tiny hands reach out to touch it, murmuring at the feel of the wood, a new type of texture for her. She took the small object that was slightly bigger than her own head in her hands. The wooden figure was meant to be like a mini-protector, one to protect the newborn for her life. Tristan told her right. The wooden figure was meant to be his eyes, his soul always with her. It was tradition for siblings to make wooden figures for their nieces and nephews, a symbolic representation of family unity and protection for one another. They chose what animal to make, but they would carve it themselves. Each animal was meant to be different, a show of many different warriors. Sabine still had hers in her room, near her bed.

"Another person to always protect you," Tristan told Mira.

Sabine smiled warmly as she regarded them, her brother looking down at Mira with a kind smile. She could see how much he loved her daughter.

"Thank you, Tristan," Sabine told him.

Tristan lifted his gaze from his niece to his sister.

"Of course," Tristan told her, moving towards his sister again. "I'm really happy for you Sabine, congratulations."

Sabine smiled and leaned her head up as Tristan moved his down. The tops of their heads touching to lean against each other, just as they did as kids. Finally, they lifted again and Sabine told him, "it's not all lost." It could be what it was.

Tristan smiled, looking down at Mira and bringing the baby carefully up to his face to kiss her forehead. The baby made a happy coo before Tristan looked down at her again. Sabine didn't need to be a Jedi to know how much he loved her.

"Hopefully I'll see you soon, Mir'ika," Tristan told her.

Tristan carefully moving Mira to Sabine again. Sabine took her daughter easily, seeing that her daughter still had the wooden figure.

"I have to go. I can't stay long," Tristan told her. "But I thought I would come for a quick visit."

Sabine nodded.

"I'm glad you came," Sabine told him, resting Mira so that both of them were comfortable again on the bed. "I'll place the Gakeer by our bed." So he could watch both of them.

Tristan smiled.

"I like that," Tristan told her, taking the pack and putting it over his shoulder again. He walked back towards Sabine and moved a hand in her hair to comfort her. "Bye Vod'ika. Keep in touch?"

Sabine smiled.

"Absolutely," Sabine told him. "I'll send you images."

Tristan nodded, smiling. He looked once more towards Mira.

"May life bless you," Tristan told her.

There was a knock at the door. Both siblings moved to look at the doorway, Tristan twisting his head. Both Mandalorians saw a young Ming Po nurse with a clipboard.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Sabine, I thought it would be good to try feeding her again," the nurse told him.

"Don't worry, I was about to leave," Tristan told the nurse before he turned back to look at Sabine. "I'll hear from you soon."

Sabine nodded, giving him a smile. And even though Mira was three before she saw Tristan again in person, every couple of months she would send him images of Mira and tell him some of the stories as she grew up.