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"I know that by buying these holomags I'm just encouraging the people who write them," Nen Yim said with a laugh, "But they're just so amusing that I can't help myself."

"Hmm?" Jacen murmured, raising an eyebrow.

"This," Nen Yim said, holding up the holomag, "has to be the most hilarious piece of fiction that I have ever seen."

"Is it about us?" Jacen asked. Nen Yim nodded. "Let me see that," he stated. She passed him the holomag and he skimmed the article. "Well. If that isn't the oddest thing I've heard since Jaina announced that she's pregnant with Kyp's child, then I don't know what it is."

"How is Jaina, anyways? I was meaning to comm. sometime," Nen Yim said, looking fondly over at the infant carrier where Eshaa was napping. Genetics had worked in the child's favor; she had her father's skin tone and hair color, and a facial structure somewhere between the two extremes.

"She's fine," Jacen replied. "And you might not want to. Apparently Kyp's visiting again." Nen Yim grimaced.

"It has never ceased to amaze me how she can be more sexually active than a womp rat in heat in her condition. We certainly weren't like that. And wasn't she supposed to be in the outer rim for a year and a half? This is fishier by the minute. Has it ever crossed your mind she might have just done it to get re-stationed?"

"That's not the reason," Jacen said. "They had her playing desk jockey once they moved her. Jaina hates desk jobs."

"So how do you think she's going to cope?"

"If I know Jaina, that kid is going to have a heck of a childhood."

Eshaa whimpered in her sleep in opened her eyes. It was only a moment before she began to wail.

"She's got your father's lungs," Nen Yim said before Jacen could say anything snide. She got up and rushed over to Eshaa, scooping the baby into her arms and cooing in what sounded to Jacen like a cutesified version of Yuuzhan Vong. Jacen watched her as she carried Eshaa to the kitchen area and then sat back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. At least Eshaa was sleeping more now. The first two weeks had been hell. Happy, but hell.

"Kid's asleep," Jacen remarked, wrapping his arms around Nen Yim's waist. "Looks like she'll stay that way for a while. Anything you want to get done?"

Nen Yim tore her eyes away from the sight of her sleeping daughter and looked at Jacen. "Just a few," she said slyly.

"What might those be?" he asked.

Twisting in his arms, she kissed him. "I'll need your help, though." Jacen kissed her back.

"I'd be glad to help."