Mel and Brem continuing to share their good news.

"You tell them."

"No, you can tell them. Unless you want me to tell them."

"I could tell them or you..."

"Would one of you tell us already!" Edda cried, exasperated by the couple standing before them.

Bremon and Melaana looked at each other and then they both spoke at once. "She's," "We're going to," "Pregnant." "Have a baby!"

Edda and Geb stared at them and didn't say a word.

Melaana was a little worried they hadn't heard correctly. She glanced at Bremon. She knew her husband was desperate for someone else to be excited about this, to tell him that it was going to be alright.

"That was fast." Edda finally remarked.

"Well, we weren't trying." Melaana explained. "But we weren't preventing anything either..."

Geb suddenly burst out with his deep booming laugh. He was holding little Steela and in an obviously teasing fashion he drew her back a little tighter and said. "You'd better keep your son away from my baby girl."

Bremon froze and Melaana knew it was the insinuation, even joking, that their child would be an aggressive male. She took Bremon's hand in hers and threw back. "Maybe you need to keep your boy away from our daughter."

Bremon started breathing again before he smiled gratefully at her. "Actually, we might want to go ahead start the betrothal process before your mother gets any ideas about setting her up with the new Bonteri heir."

"Speaking of which," Edda smiled at them both, shaking her head. "Aren't you still betrothed to Lieutenant Bonteri?"

Melaana giggled. "I won't be for much longer. Now that Mother and Daddy have met Bremon..."

"And invited me to lunch." Bremon added.

"And told me I have to return my betrothal gift." Melaana pouted.

"What do you need with a ship when we've got Frayl?" Bremon reminded her.

It was then that Saw, who couldn't understand all of what was being said by the adults but he was trying to keep up, tugged on Melaana's skirt.

She looked down at him, smiling. "Yes?"

"If I'm betroved, can I have a ship?"

Bremon swooped up the child and flew him around the room. "Only if you promise to take the very best care of my baby girl."

Saw spread out his arms like wings and squealed. "Faster, Uncle Brem!"

Edda pulled Melaana aside and whispered, "When are you going to tell Naidon?"

"We'll wait as long as possible but I'm sure he'll find out some how." Melaana sighed. "My mother already mentioned something about discussing a dowry with him."

"That's not going to be an easy discussion for Brem."

Melaana watched her husband with the little boy and thought of what a wonderful a father he was going to be. "I know."

The altercation came sooner than they could have expected much less prepared for. Bremon knew he had to get back to the rupings but he wanted to see Melaana safely home first. They stood at the foot of the grand staircase saying their, "goodbye for now"s, and "see you later"s, and "I'll miss you"s, with very few words and mostly lips pressed together. That is until Melaana overheard her mother's laugh from the lounge and then Bremon heard a much lower voice chuckle, "Well it's not really fortune telling."

Melaana and Bremon moved closer to the doorway of the lounge and listened curiously.

"But you do occasionally have visions of things that are yet to come?" Mother twittered girlishly.

Naidon Kira answered her humbly. "I have once or twice been gifted with a brief glimpse of events beyond the here and now."

"Then," Mother's voice was breathy with excitement. "Could you tell if this current embarrassment will be the end of us or if - if the House of Rash will continue to rise in society?"

"My dear, I'm sure he doesn't..." Father interjected.

"Lady Rash," Uncle Nadd answered in his most ethereal tone. "When I look to the future of your noble family, I see a crown."

Bremon rolled his eyes and entered the room with Melaana only half a step behind him. "Uncle."

"Bremon!" The man turned to face them his smile jubilant. "And your beautiful bride." His gaze traveled over her as if he were scanning. "And is it true? Am I soon to be a Grand-uncle?"

"Well you're the one who can glimpse events beyond the here and now." Bremon clenched his teeth.

Mother rushed over and took Melaana's arm leading her over to a place to sit. "Isn't it exciting, Mr. Kira? The first joint heir of our families!" She bustled around making sure her daughter had a pillow behind her back and a place to put up her feet.

Melaana scowled. "Mother I..."

"We will make sure, of course, that she has the best of care." Lady Rash went on. "I've already purchased a midwife droid who will be constantly monitoring her condition."

"There are a few tests..." Uncle Nadd came to hover over Melaana along with her mother. "To asses the... er... health of the child."

Mother's hand went to her heart with worry. "Are there any genetic conditions in the family that we should be aware of?"

"Oh no, nothing to concern you, Madam." Nadd hurried to reassure her.

Bremon stormed across the room and took Melaana's hand, pulling her to her feet. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of my wife and child. Come on."

Mother gasped. "You're not planning on taking her away from her home and family?"

Bremon gave the woman a polite nod. "You'll excuse me, My Lady, but Melaana is my wife. I am her family and her home is with me."

"Brem..." Melaana smiled at him proudly, she would follow him anywhere.

Hand in hand they walked out to the front steps and Bremon whistled for the ruping.

Frayl flapped down in front of them, and Bremon started to help Melaana to mount.

"You're not planing on letting my pregnant daughter ride on that thing!" Lady Rash shrieked.

Melaana petted the ruping's back between his wings. "Mother, Frayl would never let any harm come to me and neither would Bremon."

Her husband climbed up into the saddle behind her. "I assure you, their safety is my primary concern." He shook the reigns and yelled, "Yah!" And Frayl took to the air.

Bremon didn't direct the ruping in any particular direction, he just held tight to Melaana and flew. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't let him get to me. He's just been doing this my whole life, forcing me down a path that he thinks I need to follow."

"I know, My Love. My mother is the same, but it will all work out."

"You know the tests he wants to do. He wants to know if our child..."

Melaana leaned back against him and patted his hand. "He wants to know if our baby will wield the Force. Well, if she will or she won't, she will still be our perfect Sanya and that's all there is to it." She felt him relax behind her.

"You're right, of course. I'm sorry," he said again.

"You've no reason to be sorry, Brem. I'm proud of you."

"Are you really?" he asked, disbelieving.

"Yes, and I'm proud to be your wife and proud to have your baby."

He kissed her shoulder and she could hear the amused smile in his voice. "Would you care to tell that to the hovercam that's following us?"

She grinned and shouted to the wind, "I Love Bremon Kira and I'm Going To Have His Baby!"