Dagobah Base

I was in the 6th month of my pregnancy and became more misshapen. My movements had become quite sluggish.
I got tired very quickly, sometimes I almost fell asleep standing up.

Our sons were 8 months old now and had already had their first teeth. We had a lot of fun with them. But it was also exhausting. All what was within their reach, they put into their mouths. There was no point in putting something out of reach. If they couldn't reach it with their little hands, they took it with help of the Force. Dash was busy stopping any objects on their trip to the triplets. Every time the children started to cry when their plans were thwarted by their father. They seemed to understand each other blindly and cooperate very purposefully when it came to achieving something.
Sometimes our sons were directly scary to me. My husband, on the other hand, almost burst with pride at his children.
Luke was a frequent guest in our quarters to watch the development of this new generation of Jedi.

One morning he was once more with us and was amazed to see what Dash Jr., Biggs and Corran were capable of.
"Your sons are really very strong in the Force. We have to be careful that they develop as desired by us. It would be disastrous if they would serve the dark side with this Force potential."
Then he looked at me and I felt the groping search of his mind in my body.
"I feel that your daughter also has an exceptionally strong presence in the Force. She will be equal to her brothers. I'm looking forward to start training your children. Unfortunately, my sister Leia is still refusing to make use of her talent. She rejects it as a legacy of her hated father. I just can't understand her."
Dash had left us alone since he had to get his X-wing ready for the next combat exercise.
I sat down next to Luke and took his hand. It was his bionic hand, but I wasn't aware of it at that moment.
"I can understand Leia, Luke. She never told you what happened on the Death Star?"
Luke shook his head.
"Vader, her own father, has brutal tortured her. He never knew how close he came to break her. A little longer and she would have told him everything he wanted to know. How can a father torture his own child, Luke? And you? He wanted to kill you. Through him you lost a hand."
He withdrew his right hand and looked at it.
"Your father has done you so much harm, Luke, it's only too understandable that Leia can't forgive. And I can understand that she's afraid of using the talent she inherited."
Luke struggled to hold back tears as he spoke.
"You are right from a certain point of view. Our father didn't know then on the first Death Star that Leia is his daughter. He found out about it only a few minutes before his death on the second Death Star. At that time he had read my thoughts that I couldn't hide from him. When he talked about converting Leia to the dark side, I lost my temper. The dark side whispered to me and I almost succumbed to her temptations. It gave me unimagined powers. Suddenly, I understood why my father had taken this dark path. I was about to become like him. In addition to that the tempting, wooing voice of the Emperor. You can't guess what seductive power was in that voice. It was not until my father lay beaten at my feet and I saw the stump of his severed right hand, with its wires hanging from it, that I realized how close I had come to the dark side. I looked at my own artificial hand, which I owed not only to him but also to my recklessness, and chose the light side of the Force. What followed I have already told you on Endor, Nomi."
Luke had regained his composure at the end of his story. He sighed.
"I envy you for your children, Nomi. Will I ever have a wife and children? Leia has Han - I have no one. I often feel very lonely, Nomi. Especially at night I realize my loneliness and the emptiness in my heart. Maybe that's the price I have to pay as a Jedi."
His gaze went into the distance. He didn't seem to notice my presence as he spoke as if to himself.
"Once I loved and desired Leia how only a man could desire a woman. Her kiss on Hoth was the greatest happiness for me, and I still had hope that we might become a couple. When Ben told me that Leia is my sister, I was glad that there had never been more than this one kiss."

I hadn't noticed that Luke was in love with Leia. I must have been blind. I wondered why everyone pour out their heart to me.
"Why? Because you are a good listener. And you are above all close-mouthed."
"Damn, Luke, don't do this to me!"
He looked at me innocently.
"What should I not do to you?"
"What you have just done. You've read my mind. I don't want that. Promise me you'll never do that again."
"Excuse me, Nomi, it happened unconsciously. I still can't master my skills so well. It will not happen again, I promise you."
"I hope so."

At that moment, Dash came in with Wedge and Gavin.
"Hey, Nomi, sis, have you forgotten that you too must take part in the combat exercise? Your pregnancy doesn't give you carte blanche to miss your duties. See that you come into your pilot gear."
I made a face at Gavin.
"You could have a little more respect for your big sister, little brother."
Dash and Wedge laughed.
"Gavin's right, sweetheart. You're really late. Hi, Luke. You're still here? Are my children so interesting to you? Why don't you get children of your own?"
Luke got up and walked to the door.
"I think it's better if I go now. See you tomorrow."
My husband looked at me questioningly.
"What does the boy have?"
"You really have a soul like a Bantha, Dash."
Wedge nodded.
"Don't you notice what's going on with Luke, old buddy?"
Dash shook his head.
"No, what should I notice?"
Wedge sighed.
"You really have no sense of what's going on in other people. Luke longs for a wife. And then you tell him he should get own children. Did you have to rub salt into the wound? But now we have to go. Dash, Gavin, Nomi, ready for takeoff?"
We nodded and walked together to the landing pad.

After hours of practice I slumped completely exhausted at Dash's side in our bed and fell asleep immediately.