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After the fifth day on Tattooine, I was ready to go home. Naturally, I would end up working on Tattooine during its deadly dry season, during which the cost of water almost tripled. Bly and Rex both switched to beer because it was cheaper, even having it with their breakfast.

"Just one more client?" I asked, sitting down between the men while still playing my role.

"One. Then back to your mistress," Bly smirked as Rex passed me a piece of toast.

Although I had always been taught that a Jedi shouldn't become attached, I couldn't deny that I was homesick. All I wanted was to go back to the farm, in the much cooler air, and hold my son.

"How's your chest?" Rex asked softly. Recently, my breasts had begun to leak milk at the most inconvenient times, the pressure becoming simply too much.

"A little better," I sighed. "What I wouldn't give to have Suu here." Rex smiled, passing me the jelly.

"What's the plan?" I asked, looking around the restaurant. "One more client?"

"Tomorrow he will show," Bly continued, eating. "Mistress says you can shop the market today and find some trinkets."

"Ooh…trinkets?" I whispered. "Marbles?"

"To teach my little one how to use a sling shot," Bly smiled.

"He does have the patience for it," Rex chuckled, stealing a piece of toast off Bly's plate and giving it to me. "He would be a great sniper."

"If only he would sit still long enough," I grinned.

"He's only four…give it time," Bly smiled proudly.

I spent more on the children than I intended, shopping the market thoroughly. Bly and Rex made it worse by adding in things they wanted for the children as well.

The glass marbles where a necessity; we all liked them and they could work in the slingshots Rex and Bly wanted for Neno. The two bags of beads were for Shaeeah, since it was apparently a new fad for girls her age. (I wasn't, however, very impressed with the school for allowing the girls to place such emphasis on material possessions instead of their own sense of self-worth.) We also bought some random toys for the younglings that we couldn't find back home.

"He's here," Rex nodded towards Senator Organa as he entered the bar, doing a fairly good job of blending in with the motley patronage.

"He's early," Bly whispered.

"Luckily, our shopping is done," I smiled, thinking of the many bags back at the hotel. "Although I am glad to see him, let's get this over with. I can't wait to go home."

Bly went ahead of Rex and me, taking the senator to a different hotel than the one I was currently staying at. Following shortly after, Rex took me to the small pay-by-the-hour…establishment, if it could be called that. "Two hours, or you're paying double," Bly growled for the sake of appearance. Senator Organa just smirked at him and led me into the room.

"You look beautiful," the senator smiled as he closed the door.

"As do you," I giggled as I sat down. It was so good to see him again. I looked around the room of this cheap, pay-by-the-hour wamprat hotel. Even the cheap blanket covering the bed was made out of plastic. " Great…room. Nice choice."

"Aayla has great taste," Bail chuckled.

"Sure she does," I snorted, trying not to roll my eyes.

"I hope she's feeling better," Bail said. "Has everything gone all right so far?"

"Obi- Wan looks great," I smiled. "Although I think he's beginning to go gray."

"He is a redhead; sometimes they lose their hair early," Bail said. "Obi-Wan is lucky, going gray is easier than losing one's hair altogether."

"Humans lose their hair?" I asked, unsure.

"Most lose some, with age. But some lose it earlier. It's all about genetics, like your makings or eye color," Bail smiled softly. "Aayla tells me you're a mother."

"I have a son," I grinned.

"You look great, even after all the additional stress," Bail smiled. "Do you enjoy your new roles?"

"It's different than being a- well, you know," I nodded, looking around the room. "Sometimes it's more stressful, being in charge of the children, responsible for their education and their meals. Sometimes I think a battlefield was easier to understand than trying to figure out why my son is screaming his head off."

Bail laughed. "So being Force-sensitive doesn't help with parenting?"

"Not even close," I sighed. "I can't read him; it's like Plo has a natural block built in. I don't know what I would do without Suu helping me every step of the way."

"Children are a challenge," Bail smiled, taking a small holo-projector out of his pocket and activating it. "My daughter, Leia." I looked at the picture, mesmerized. Although she was young, my mind immediately noticed the similarities between her and…Padme. My heart twisted a little with the realization. I took the projector with shaking hands. "She looks like Padme. Is this her…" I trailed off. It couldn't be…

"You know about the children?" Bail asked, stopping me.

"I know there was a child," I said, sensing Bail's confusion.

"But she never told anyone, not even me. How did you learn of it?" Bail asked, looking at the hologram.

"Skyguy conveniently had to stay a few nights with her. I went over there to speak with him, but he was gone. That morning I caught Padme retching violently and threatened to drag her to the medic. She didn't want to go willingly," I shook my head, remembering how frightened I had been at the sight of my friend so ill. "After we fought for a while, she finally confessed to me."

"She never told me," Bail sighed, looking down at his hands. "No one knew she was pregnant, not even her family. And after the Republic was reorganized…well, you know what has happened since then. Especially with Vader."

"I know," I whispered softly as I handed the picture back. "I wish…I wish I knew what went wrong with Anakin."

"We may never understand his frame of mind…what caused him to betray us all."

"I wish I had known he was suffering so much. I wish he would have confided in me…I was his Padawan, Bail." I blinked the tears out of my eyes. "If I could have helped him…stopped him…done anything-"

"Obi-Wan did everything he could," Bail said, squeezing my hands tightly. "I apologize; I didn't come here to upset you. We're supposed to be catching up."

I nodded, taking a deep, calming breath. "Tell me about the younglings."

"Well, Plo is the youngest; but he's not showing any signs of being Force-sensitive. Angel is the second-youngest; she is Suu's adopted daughter. She is Force-sensitive, as well as adorably cute. She likes to play ball with her daddy," I smiled softly. "Neno and Nara are the middle children, and both are Aayla's. Jekk and Shaeeah are both Suu's biological children, and they are the oldest."

"Suu is the woman that has taken you in?" Bail asked.

"Rex met Suu and her husband, Cut, several years ago." I played with the beads on my wrist. "Cut explained to Rex that if he ever wanted to leave the GAR, he would help him out. So after the Order, it was the only place Rex knew we could safely go.

She has been an amazing help."

"She sounds incredible; Aayla speaks highly of her," Bail agreed.

"Suu has become a second mother to me," I admitted. "I couldn't have survived this long without her…I sure wouldn't be able to cook as well as I can."

"I'll have to meet this woman one day," Bail smiled.

"You'll love her," I smiled. "She's my guardian angel. What's your daughter like?"

"Leia is her mother's daughter. She is constantly watching and learning about things around her."

"She's going to be an interesting child," I smiled.

"She already is," Bail grinned. "So will yours, if he has your eyes."

"Plo has his daddy's eyes," I said.

"The captain?" Bail guessed, smirking as my montrals darkened.

"Yes," I blushed.

"I always knew you two would make an interesting couple," Bail chuckled, holding my hand tightly.

"I have two husbands," I smiled, correcting him.

"You married Bly and Aayla?"

Laughing, I shook my head. "A clone named Fives joined our marriage several months after we went to Saleucami."

Bail snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. "Very Togrutan of you, if I may say. Is there a second wife as well?"

I shook my head, laughing, "Not unless Suu or Aayla count… but both don't share."

Bail grinned at me before becoming more serious. "Have you seen the base yet?"

"Only the docking bay. The ship was held in hyperspace; getting clearance was a little harder than we anticipated."

"That is what Aayla and I needed to discuss," Bail said, passing me a datapad.

"It contains all the financing information for the Rebel base here. As well as a few credits for your family," he said, placing a hand over mine. "If you ever have to move again, it will be taken care of."

"Thank you," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.