The Present
Jaina could hear the front door softly open and close. She knew who it was even before he stepped inside. She felt his hands on her upper arms as he stood behind her, gazing into their old room.
"Jaina," he said softly. She shut her eyes tightly and wriggled gently from his grasp, pained. She pushed past him and made her way back into the living room. She stood across the room from him, staring at him full of hurt.
"Going somewhere?" he asked her quietly, gesturing towards the kitchen where she had her pack laid out. She nodded, crossing her arms. "Where?"
"I don't know yet," she replied simply. He looked at her, expecting her to go on. She sighed. "I'm finished with it, Geist. I can't take it anymore. I told Sidious I quit."
He started to come towards her, a look of relief coming over his stressed face. She took a step backwards as a warning sign, wincing. He stopped, looking at her sadly. "I'm so glad you finally did that."
She looked down at the floor. "I went to see Aiden today."
"Why?" Geist asked her.
"I haven't seen him since he was three days old, Geist," she said, pain and anger rising to her voice. She looked him straight in the eye. "You took away what I had in my life. Everything. I have nothing left."
He looked at her, emotions crossing over his face. "Jaina, you pushed me away. I had no choice."
The Past
Jaina carried the child Aiden inside their apartment, setting the baby carrier down on the floor next to the door, holding him still in his arms. Geist went to their room and was quiet. She glanced worriedly after him, but decided not to follow him.
She got a bottle and prepared it, the baby gurgling happily in her arms. She fed the bottle to Aiden, carrying him to sit upon the couch in the living room. She was becoming extremely tired and so, she noticed, was Aiden.
He barely finished drinking the bottle before he fell asleep. Jaina did not wish to wake him, but instead placed the bottle on the floor at her feet. She leaned back, cradling the child close to her in her arms, settling comfortably in the corner of the couch. Before she realized it, she began to doze off.
She awoke with a start as the baby was being taken gently from her arms. "What are you doing?" she asked Geist sleepily. He leaned down and kissed her longingly. He stood again, holding Aiden, and looked down sadly.
"I'm leaving," he said softly, going to the door. He stooped down and grabbed a bag, slinging it over his shoulder so he could keep a good grip on the baby.
Jaina jumped up quickly, running towards him. "What?" she cried. "No! You're not leaving me! You can't! You just can't!"
He opened the door, but she tried to push it closed. "Jaina, let go of the door," he said softly. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I have to go, Jaina. I've tried to fix it, really, I have tried so hard to get you to understand. But you won't listen to me. You refuse. I cannot let you do this to me anymore, and I won't let you endanger the life of our son."
"Where are you going? Where are you taking him?!"
"I don't know where I'm going. But I'm taking Aiden to the Jedi. I know he's Force sensitive, because they tested him at the hospital. He'll be raised with them, of course, and he'll have a good life."
She cried, her sobs becoming more and more audible. "Please, Geist," she whispered. "No." She grabbed his arm, but he gently pushed her away. "No, Geist. Please!"
He pushed the door open and started to walk down the long dark hall. She stood in the middle of the hall outside of their door, falling to her knees as she sobbed. The last she saw of them both was through her blurry vision as they went into the turbo lift and was gone from her life.
