"LUKE," Mara screamed. "LUKE!!!" She gripped his hand tightly tears trailing down the side of her face. "It's too SOON!" her cries louder with each contraction.

Their first, and probably the only daughter they would ever have, was being born six weeks and two days early. "Mara…you have to push now!" the nurse ushered her. Nurse Fre'tia was a personal friend of the Skywalkers, since she delivered their son. Mara had felt that trusting a droid to do the work was not sufficient enough. She wanted the first hands to touch her son to be flesh. She didn't mind what intergalactic race, as long as it was flesh.

"Push Mara. You must push." Luke frantically urged.

"TOO SOON!" Mara screamed, reluctantly pushing.

"Yes…that's it Mara. A few more, a little harder. I can see the top of the head…push hard…"

Mara's screams slowly turned into anguished sobs and groans as she pushed. "Luke…" whimpered her almost lost voice.

"Ok…one last push…ok Mara push…push…"

"LUKE!!!" A final scream rushed from her throat.

A quite wail filled the room after Mara's scream stopped ringing against the walls.

"It's a girl. What do you plan on calling her…"

"A g…girl…" whispered Mara's faint voice. "We…we could name her af…after your mother Luke. Padme…?"

"No…I like your mother's name…Anastalitiretia." Luke chuckled.

"No…that would be cruel. How… How about your sister Leia? I b…bet she would l…like that."

"Having two Leia's might confuse the baby. How about the best of both names? Analeia?

"Yes…she is Analeia…I like that…name…" Mara closed her tired eyes and sunk into the mattress.

"I will weigh her now, and check her vitals. You did well Master Skywalkers." The nurse left, and Luke had to stifle a chuckle. She still kept her tail pinned underneath a belt on the back of her nurse's jacket.

It was a while before she returned. When she did, the baby was washed and placed into her fathers awaiting arms.

"Mara, Sweetheart. Your daughter would like to meet you." Mara opened her tired eyes and lifted a hand to run a finger across Analeia's cheek.

"She's so…small…is she…is she alright…" Mara stuttered, too tired to speak smoothly.

"She is surprising perfectly healthy…however…I would like to comment that she is continuing the Skywalker line of an over abundance of midiclorians. However I would like to point out that she has a strangely abnormal amount. Your father, Grand Master Skywalker, had a little over 20,000 if the records are correct, and you and your son are about the same. However her's are over 25,000, and I have no explanation for the excess." Nurse Fre'tia's overly large ears twitched in curious annoyance. "I will however have to put her in a heating pod for at least 8 days. She is too small to go home right now with…"

A whimper broke free of the bundle in Luke's arms, and the room went instantly silent. Small, bright green eyes were staring directly at Luke's blue ones.

"Her eye's shouldn't be open yet…and they should be blue. You are human…your eyes are always blue at birth…" the Gornagies ears were flapping now in her confusion and curiosity.

"Hello, Analeia…I'm your…mommy…" Mara raised her hand and rubbed a single finger along where her daughters ear met the side of her face.

"She needs to be put into her heating pod now. I'm sorry Master Skywalkers, but I must take her now…" Nurse Fre'tia's ears fell flat against the sides of her head.

"Yes…she…needs to be…healthy…our daughter…" Mara was too exhausted to speak. Her head fell against the mattress with a thud, and light snores escaped her mouth almost instantly.

Regretfully, the nurse took the baby out of her fathers arms, and started for the door. Turning around she, and nodded her head in a suggestion to follow her.

"I'll be right back sweetheart. Just rest…" He whispered kissing his wife's cheek lightly, before following the nurse out the door and into the next room where she was placing the baby into the heating pod.

Closing the lid, another nurse took the pod from her and rolled it out another door to the pod room, while Fre'tia pulled him aside.

"I am worried about your wife. She is far too tired. The disease she had when carrying Ben excused it last time. This time…I am afraid the disease may be attacking her system again. I really hope it isn't, she may not survive another round of medication." She pressed a few buttons on the holo screen filing system pulling up Mara's files. "If her file reads correctly, which it should…if the disease is taking control again, she will need two times the original dose…it has a 43.7% chance of being lethal at that dosage, and as far as I know, a second dose has only ever been administered in a few cases. Maybe a couple hundred…"

Luke glanced at the closed curtains around his wife's bed. He couldn't loose her...

"Do you really think it is back?" He asked wringing his hands still looking at the curtains.

The Gornagie lowered her voice. "I am not positive, but it is a possibility…I warned you if you had more children together there would be a chance…but I truly didn't imagine Mara could even conceive again." Her ears twitched.

Luke stared at the curtains before closing his eyes in meditation. "I don't feel anything threatening in her near future…" he finally turned to face the nurse.

"Even if the disease has returned, the record, "she pushed more buttons on the holo screen bringing up a reference on the disease, "says that it wouldn't show the same deadly signs for another three years. She should be tested though. Let her rest and call me later, I'll bring my droid with me." She then turned toward the curtains. "She has her mother's eyes…I would hate for that baby to grow up without a mother…it would truly be horrifying to see your dead wife's eyes everyday in your child…" She trailed off. "I'm sorry, I shall take my leave now." She quickly bowed her head before leaving the room, ears sticking strait up.

Luke stumbled back to his wife's bed, moving the chair so he could sit in it and rest his head against Mara's.

"Please…don't leave me…" he whispered to her sleeping form. He rubbed his fingers against hers before clutching her hand in his. "I can't loose you…" Her turned his head so it was resting more comfortably, and slowly the veil of sleep shadowed over him.