Ahsoka's POV

I awoke in my dorm the next day. A soft, numby feeling ran up and down my arms and legs. I turned on my side to face out the square window to the Coruscant streets. As usual, ships sped by, making blurs across the sky.

I began to think of last night's events. Dr. Kayril had released me from the hospital last night, even though I had not got over the sickness from my brief seizure. That had reminded me. I reached to my bedside table and pulled out yellow pill Dr. Kayril prescribed. I threw it to the back of my throat and took a gulp. It scratched my throat as it went down. I forgot water. I groaned and sat up from my bed. My head started to spin so I sat there for a while. I never considered the toll being pregnant was taking on me. Once I felt up to it, I got up, slipped on a loose robe and grabbed my lightsabers from my bed.

I entered the hallway to see Obi-Wan walking towards me. His teal eyes were shining in the Coruscant sun. I walked toward him weakly as something was affecting my balance I slammed into the wall unintentionally. Obi-Wan rushed towards me in a huff.

"Ahsoka, stay still." He ordered as he gently took me in his arms. His soft tone made it easier to get comfortable. A round purple bruise started forming on my shoulder. I was lucky enough to have crashed into the wall on my back, not on my stomach. I came to assume the child was unharmed.

"I should get you to Dr. Kayril for a check-up. Not a very good start to the day." He chuckled to himself before picking me up in his arms. We started towards the medical ward before I interjected.

"Master, I'm fine and I'm sure the child is fine as well." Our blue eyes met before he agreed, reluctantly.

"Fine then, but don't think your blue eyes will convince me like Anakin." He answered. I chuckled like him before I thought of Anakin. He was leaving today.

I ran inside the dorm, out of Obi-Wan's grasp. I was somehow infected with a burst of energy. I ripped my cloak of my bed and ran out the door towards the hangar. My legs were giving out by the time I entered the hangar doors. I was careful not to let my stomach move as much as I ran. I entered the hangar to see Anakin's starfighter being directed towards the outside take off point. Then I saw him.

Anakin was talking to Cody by a gunship. I pulled up my hood and used my last bit of energy to limp towards him. Anakin and Cody broke their conversation before I fell into my Master's arms. His eyes lit up upon seeing me. Tears welled up in mine however.

"Snips, what's wrong?" He asked through my sobs. My vision was blurred by my tears, but I could see his hurt expression.

"I-I need you he-here, M-Master." I managed to get the words out before digging my face in his chest. He sympathetically rubbed my shoulder. I felt as though my whole life was shattering in front of me. He couldn't leave me. Not when I needed him most. He understood me more than any other jedi. I can't do this without him.

"Ahsoka, I have to go. I promise I'll contact you when I get to Felucia. You are stronger than you think." He whispered this in my ear. Another hand grasped my shoulder. I turned to see Obi-Wan in front of me. He had managed to catch up to me and took me in his arms. I resumed burying my head, but this time in Obi-Wan's chest. We began to walk inside the hangar to the temple. His stiff arms wrapped around me tightly. My sobs became silent and irregular. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, letting warm tears fall to my stomach.

"Your move." Obi-Wan said quietly. I looked down at the Dejarik board. His Ghhhk had managed to destroy my Kintan. I did not feel like playing anymore. I instead glared around the temple's atrium. Its round roof confused me to an extent, with its ancient paintings.

Obi-Wan must have sensed my hinting towards quiting the game. He got up from his chair and motioned me towards the balcony. I had to have my face covered by a hood at all times outdoors, so I adjusted my cloak before joining Obi-Wan at the balcony. The traffic buzz was annoying at somepoints, but I ignored it. The view was to perfect.

"Have you thought of a name?" Obi-Wan asked leaning into my ear. I had not thought of this question. Sure, it did cross my mind, but I never thought of an answer.

"Well, if it's a male, Shrilo; My father's name." I answered back quickly, turning towards him.

"If it's a female?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Shmi."