Sabezra's 9th-12th Anniversaries:

D2/5 ABY, Lothal

Sabine woke up deliciously warm, comfortable, content, and feeling safe all wrapped up in Ezra's arms as he spooned her now much smaller form from behind. Not opening her eyes yet, she absently stroked her hand over the forearm that was resting across her abdomen, loving the hard strength in the veins and muscles. Her head was resting on the bicep of his other arm, but he'd still managed to bend it back enough to cup a breast in his sleep.

As she petted his arm, he responded by stroking his thumb over her nipple.

"Mmmmmm."

"Mmmmmm, to you too," he mumbled against her neck, the whispering caresses of his lips making her shiver pleasantly.

Sabine responded by wriggling backwards a bit more so she could rub enticingly against the hard length nestled against her buttocks.

Ezra gave a rather muffled groan as he started nibbling and sucking on her succulent neck.

She wriggled a little more and he moved back just enough so that his hot and ready cock could slip into her equally ready and wet heat.

They both groaned.

Ezra started thrusting at a perfect angle that had the head of his very-happy-with-its-location cock bumping into her g-spot with every movement of his hips.

She turned her head and kissed his flexing bicep as he rubbed her breasts in turn. "Now THIS is the perfect way to wake up to our ninth anniversary," Sabine said breathlessly.

"I totally, one hundred percent…"

Swoosh!

They froze and looked up as their bedroom door opened to reveal a bright green haired five year old boy, grinning at them in triumph and excitement. "Sabie! Ezzie! Uncle Zeb and Uncle Kal have come back for a visit!" And then the boy took off, disappearing from view.

Ezra groaned and Sabine buried her face in his arm. At least we were covered by the blankets. He waved a hand and the door closed and locked again.

"Stars, how does that boy keep learning new tricks when no one is teaching them to him?" Ezra complained.

"I don't know, babe, but remind me again why we thought that moving from the Tower and into Spectre House was a good idea?"

Ezra cupped the bump growing in her abdomen and started up a gentle thrusting motion again. "Because you didn't want to wait until you were the size of a bantha."

Sabine swatted his arm. "Hey!"

He nipped her neck. "Hey back. I'm just quoting your own words, cyar'ika."

She pushed her round bottom into him further, demanding more depth and enthusiasm. "Only I'm allowed to call myself a bantha."

He chuckled against her soft skin. "Whatever you say, my warrior goddess."

"I do say. Now get a move on. We have 'guests'."

Zeb and Kallus do not qualify as guests. More like the weird uncles that dropped by just because they could. Ezra laughed and thrust harder, one hand trailing down to strum her clit. "As you wish."

D2/6 ABY, Lothal, 4 A.M.

Sabine crawled back into bed after putting Caleb back in his crib after his fifth crying session of the night, flopping her exhausted head onto Ezra's chest with a solid and very intentional thump.

His response was to pull her closer and tug the blankets around them better with a sleepy, "Cold."

She deliberately stuck her ice cold feet on his legs.

Ezra sucked in a breath and peered down at her in the muted light of their room. "All right, all right. I'm awake, woman. What is it?"

She propped her chin on his chest and gave him a nasty squinty eyed look. "Remind me again why we thought having a child was a good idea?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh."

"That's what I thought."

"But we love him."

"Of course we do. But I miss being able to sleep. I miss long lovemaking sessions. I miss the quiet."

"Wahhhhhhhhhhh! Wahhhhhhhhhh! Wahhhhhhhhh!"

Sabine rolled her eyes. "Case in point." She pushed her husband off the bed with a hard shove. "It's your turn."

Ezra stumbled to his feet, rubbing a tired hand over his eyes. "Yep."

Sabine snuggled into the warm spot he'd been forcibly evacuated from and called out, "Happy tenth anniversary, babe."

Ezra bent over the crib and picked up his bawling son in careful hands. "Yep."

D2/7 ABY, Cerulia

The beach was filled with young laughter as the children of the ever growing Jedi family took a much needed vacation from politics and various businesses.

Ben, Minxha, and Caleb were building sand castles under the watchful (mostly) and amused eyes of their parents. (The Force gifted toddlers weren't using shovels and buckets to put it bluntly.)

Skye and a few other Cerulian/human hybrids of a similar age were chasing the herd of lothcats that had somehow managed to migrate to the planet that many of the Jedi now called their home away from home. They absolutely adored the new animals on their world, not having a pet type species in their lives before.

Jacen, Rowan, and the four Force sensitive children Jacen had led Hera to on their travels were swimming like fish in the ocean, having made instant friends with about twenty other young Jedi Cerulians also between the ages of five and fifteen.

Sabine watched her son move sand around with his mind (with some assistance from his hands because getting dirty was still fun) and couldn't have felt more proud if she'd tried. He was adorable and precious and perfect. He had Ezra's gorgeous blue eyes and her dark chocolate brown hair. She found the colour boring on herself (which was why she was always dying it) but on Caleb, it was perfect. In the sunlight it had the faintest sheen of deep purple to it, which Ezra thought might have come from his mother, who'd had lavender hair.

Ahsoka's daughter, born only a day after Caleb due to longer Togrutan pregnancies, was completely inseparable from her son (they finally figured out that that was the reason he used to cry so much) and was the cutest thing ever. She had Ahsoka's blue and white lekku and montrals, but in a much shorter version at the moment, and Lux's human skin tone and grey eyes.

And then there was little Ben who had somehow managed to look nothing like his father. But Han was pleased as could be with the boy, saying to anyone who cared to hear that the boy was the spitting image of his little brother, whom he'd lost to plague when he was only six. Ben also looked like Han's father, but Han and his brother had been abandoned by the man when money became too tight to feed them, so Han didn't talk about him much. Ben did have Leia's eyes, though, and they were just as warm and brown as the recently elected Queen of New Alderaan. (She'd been the easy favourite and had won the vote by a landslide.)

Sabine's eyes were drawn to Skye as she went streaking past, her brilliant red hair streaming behind her and her massive Nautolan black eyes alight with glee. The girl and her companions came to a sudden stop and looked at her parents, seated together next to Ezra and Sabine. Sabine guessed that either Raign or Krystal had mentally told the children to leave the lothcats alone for a bit, which was probably for the best; they'd been running all over the beach for the past fifteen minutes. The two year old girl nodded reluctantly and then turned to the ocean, splashing into the waves and swimming over to Jacen like she'd been born in the water. (For all Sabine knew, she had.)

The green haired, half twi'lek boy welcomed the girl with a huge smile that Sabine could see even from as far away as she was. I can definitely see how they're bonding the way Ezra says they are. The same way practically everyone here has. The same way Ezra and I have. I just wish I could feel it. It would be nice to read Ezra's thoughts instead of only hearing the one's he purposely plants in my head. Sabine felt a little left out when it came to her group of friends and their amazing Force powers, but she'd long ago come to terms with it. It helped a little that she'd been raised to despise Jedi and all that they could do. She couldn't imagine being someone who'd admired them from a young age and having to live with the same limitations.

Someone like Hera.

Sabine turned her eyes to her second mother, who was stretched out on a towel facedown, gleefully sunbathing in a skimpy two piece swimsuit like she'd never get to do so again. Her face was turned to the side and she was smiling at a transparent Kanan, who was lying beside her on the sand with his chin on his folded arms, as they talked in hushed whispers about only they knew what.

Hera didn't seem to mind that she missed the majority of the conversations going on around her because they were all done mentally, but Sabine found it frustrating. Resigned to it, but frustrating nonetheless. After being talked to in her mind by so many telepaths who didn't talk vocally for a month or so after first finding Ezra, Sabine had finally told Ezra that he could talk in her mind too, if he wanted. It had seemed wrong to let strangers do so and not her bonded soulmate. And when Ezra had beamed at her like she'd just given him the moon and proceeded to kiss her breathless in gratitude, it had made Sabine regret not giving him permission to do so years sooner, not realizing how much he'd felt closed off from her.

Beside Hera and Kanan, Leia and Han were in a similar position, but they had their mouths locked together as opposed to using them to talk. Leia's waist length brown hair masked some of their activity, including a roaming hand or two, to the casual eye, but not very well.

The Solos weren't alone in their amorous adventures by any stretch of the imagination, though.

Beyond them, Leia's twin and his wife were sharing a towel with her propped up between his spread legs. Luke appeared to be nibbling on Mara Jade's neck as he rubbed his hands over her massive stomach that housed the next Skywalker hellion to terrorize the galaxy.

Or save it. It was all in the perspective, as Anakin the Transparent was fond of saying to whoever would listen. If Obi-Wan the Transparent was also around when Anakin said it (which he usually was because they kind of followed each other around just for the sake of bugging the other) he usually rolled his eyes nearly out of his ghostly head. Sabine was grateful those two rarely showed themselves to non Force users; she had enough comedy in her life without them adding to it. Apparently Anakin also never showed up when Leia was around because she hadn't forgiven him yet for torturing her before he knew who she was to him. She also had a not so small issue with the fact that he'd let Tarkin blow up Alderaan. Sabine didn't blame her one bit.

On Sabine's other side, Ahsoka and Lux were sitting so close together on their towel they might as well be surgically joined at the hip. Their arms were wrapped around each other's waists and hands were definitely trailing over the bare skin exposed by their swimsuits. And Ahsoka appeared to be mapping Lux's jawline with her lips.

Even Raign and Krystal were now also blatantly making out, apparently not worried about their daughter out in the ocean at all. I suppose telepathic amphibians have that luxury. Could never do that with a fully human toddler, that's for kriffing sure. Although, the way we're spending what is amounting to half our lives on this planet, our non amphibian children are going to be half fish anyway if Jacen and Rowan are any indication.

Ezra sure benefited from spending so much time swimming, gotta give him that; his shoulders, arms, and chest are BUILT. Swinging a huge Kyber sword around doesn't hurt the situation any either.

Keeping Caleb and the other toddlers in her peripheral vision, Sabine turned most of her focus to the object of her latest musings and did some hand trailing over bare skin of her own. Ezra's muscles were very fine indeed and deserved her attention.

And now we see if my riddur is actually paying attention to the female draped across his lap…

"Ezra?" she thought clearly. (And loud enough for every Cerulian in a ten kilometre radius to hear her, but she didn't know that and no one had the heart to tell her that she was basically shouting when she tried to communicate to Ezra telepathically. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't a natural sender.)

His eyes immediately left the ocean where he'd been watching his little brother and his Padawan play and met hers. He raised a brow. "Yes, my goddess?"

Bonus points to the man I sleep with every night. Sabine smiled her sweetest smile and curled a lock of his long midnight blue hair around her finger. "I was thinking we should give Caleb a sibling before he gets too much older. What do you think?"

Ezra's eyes widened as the vast majority of the beings on the beach paused whatever they were doing for half a second and then continued on as if they'd heard nothing. But most were smiling just a little bit bigger than before. Ezra's smile went from curious to beaming brighter than the sun above their heads. "YES!" (Ezra's telepathic call of triumphant acceptance was loud enough to be heard all the way to IncandesCity, as Wayve would inform him later.)

She beamed back and was still smiling as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. A good five minutes later both of them were quite oblivious to the laughter and smirks they were receiving as they all but recreated their real life reunion after being physically separated for almost five years.

Eventually Sabine needed to take a real breath, so she pulled back a fraction and rested her forehead against his. "Happy eleventh anniversary, Ez'ika."

He stroked a thumb over her cheek. "It most certainly is."

"I hate to break up the moment," Kanan's dry voice said in their minds, "But my namesake appears to be floating himself."

"WHAT?!" Sabine and Ezra's voices rang out together as they tore their eyes from each other to see that Caleb was indeed floating a good half metre off the sand and was waving his arms and legs as if he was swimming.

"Fragging hell," Ezra breathed. "Kanan, is that normal?" he managed to squeak out.

Sabine was too shocked yet to do anything other than gape like a landed fish.

Kanan shrugged. "I don't think so. But the Force is so strong on this planet that someone who has no concept of what should be possible and what actually is possible can possibly manipulate the Force as they wish. Caleb apparently wishes to swim."

Not to be outdone, Minxha and Ben started 'swimming' too, little frowns of determination on their faces until they'd managed to accomplish what their playmate had.

Han's resigned, "He is definitely your son, Princess," inspired a chorus of chuckles as Leia scrambled up onto her feet with wide eyes.

At the same time, Lux was staggering into a standing position with a loudly exclaimed, "Bloody hell!" in his cultured accent.

Sabine finally found her voice. "I take it back, Ezra. I don't think I'm ready for a second Force using child." Then she was up and off his lap and dashing across the sand to go catch her son before Caleb actually managed to 'swim' all the way to the ocean.

Nearly the whole beach laughed uproariously at Ezra's very disappointed sounding, "Karabast."

And so did the Force, in its quiet, mischievous way.

D2/8 ABY, Lothal

Ezra somehow managed not to wince as Sabine literally crushed the bones of his hand that she was clutching as she bore down with a groan.

"One more big push," the med droid said perkily. "You're doing great."

Sabine gave the oblivious droid a death glare that should have fried its circuits on the spot. "I'll give you a big push into the nearest garbage chute you fragging…. Arrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ezra couldn't decide between watching with horrified fascination as new life emerged from between his wife's legs or closing his eyes and concentrating on helping her with the Force as much as possible, even if it was just to siphon off a little of her pain.

Sabine eased off again for a second and she panted heavily, drenched in sweat and looking rather red and exhausted after seven hours of labour, but Ezra still thought her the most beautiful warrior goddess ever.

Said warrior goddess looked at him sideways with a nearly identical glare to the one that she'd given the droid. "This is definitely the last one, Ezra Bridger, unless you want to carry and birth them yourself," she grit out through clenched teeth.

Thank the stars no one's figured out how to make that possible yet. He didn't know what to say in response to her declaration that wouldn't get his head removed from his body, so he was extremely grateful when the droid said, "One last push please. I can see the head."

And so Sabine did, and Ezra actually heard a bone in his hand snap from the pressure. He sort of floated past the flash of white hot pain though, because his daughter had finally emerged fully into the world and Sabine was sort of crying with relief and his daughter was definitely crying at what she deemed the clear abuse to her person. Her mental voice, which he'd been hearing for months already, literally cried into the Force, "Cold, cold, cold! Put me back! Mama! Daddy! Why?!"

While the droids took care of the final aspects of birth and cleaning up his daughter, Ezra soothed her as best as he could while keeping half his attention on Sabine, stroking her damp hair lovingly off her glistening forehead. "It's all right, my little angel, everything's okay. Mama and Daddy are here. Just one more minute and you'll be back with Mama. You'll like her arms better, I promise."

Mira whimpered but quieted her mental and physical crying. "Daddy."

And to Sabine, he murmured. "You did great, cyar'ika. Really, really great. And yes, I promise this is the last one if that's what you want." But I won't object if you change your mind someday.

Sabine leaned into his touch with an exhausted sigh. "Good."

She perked up a minute later when the droid brought their daughter back, scooching a little more upright with a grimace. The little bundle made up of a pink blanket and an infant was placed carefully in Sabine's arms and Ezra finally got his hand back. (She'd been holding and/or crushing it for at least an hour straight.) He absently sent some Force energy to the throbbing appendage while watching mother and daughter look at each other in awe.

"Hello, little angel," Sabine said reverently, admiring the shock of dark blue curls on top of her head. "Ezra, she's perfect."

He leaned closer to Sabine, brushing her flushed cheek in a loving kiss. "Of course she is, she came from you."

Sabine snuggled the baby closer to her face. "And you, Ez. Thank you for our beautiful Mira."

"Mama!"

Sabine's eyes widened. "I heard that! Oh, stars, Ez."

He could only hug his beautiful girls as Sabine cried happy tears. "She's very strong in the Force, already, if she can make you hear her," he explained in a wonder filled murmur. He kissed Sabine's hair lingeringly as she did the same to Mira.

"Well, of course she is," Sabine said after a moment, glancing up at him. "No Wren girl is ever going to let her brother outdo her."

Ezra chuckled in wry amusement. "Tristan would probably say otherwise."

"Shush."

Ezra gave her his trademark smirk as he crawled into the hospital bed beside his wife now that the droids had cleared out and left them a little privacy before the flood of well wishers were allowed in to see the newest Wren-Bridger. Ezra could practically feel their impatience from a nearby waiting room, and most especially from Caleb. Ezra sent his son a quick message of, "Just a few more minutes and then you can come see your little sister. Mommy needs a little more time."

"Kay, Daddy. Practicing patience."

"That's my boy."

Sabine cuddled into his side, holding her daughter who was already starting to squirm in her arms.

"Hungry!"

Mira's parents laughed as Sabine offered a breast for the questing mouth.

Sabine let out a little gasp and then sighed in contentment, everything feeling absolutely perfect in her world in that moment.

Ezra echoed her sentiment exactly, sensing how she was feeling. Tilting her chin up for a second with a finger, he kissed her lips softly and then met her shimmery amber gaze. "Happy twelfth anniversary of our first kiss, cyar'ika."

And that was the last time they celebrated that particular anniversary because it became Mira's birthday, and that was ever so much more important.