This Moment by Melissa Etheridge

I... I am watching you sleep
It's the promise you've made
One I find I can keep
Oh I...want to swallow the moon
Give a smile back to you
Light your way
Tell the Angels they'll just have to wait

The Shadow was on the hanger bay, all powered down, but still they had made no move. Jag, Jaina in his lap, watched her face, unable to keep himself from admiring the beautiful creature in his arms. It was still slightly amazing to him that she had chosen him, of all people. It was truly amazing. Yet she wore the engagement ring he'd given her, and she wore it with a pride he never thought he'd see someone putting into when it came to a ring. Yet he was just as proud, proud to be the one to have given it to her.

Fortunately for him, his thoughts were cut across by the most wonderful sensation of Jaina's lips branding his own with love and stars knew what else in way of possession. He smiled into the kiss, using his tongue to part her lips and get a true taste of her love, the love he returned equally. The feeling was amazing, something as close to pure bliss as one could possibly achieve, in Jag's opinion. Yet at the same time, he didn't want to share this feeling with anyone. He, Jagged Fel, wanted to be selfish for once. Yet who could really blame him?

'Cause I wanna stay here in this moment
Can I quietly slip into you
You and I can stay here in this moment
Let the world fade away,
I just want to stay with you

He truly wished his bliss could last forever, the moment never ending, but time and circumstances, not to mention a need for air, broke the idea down to figments of imagination. That, and the sound of a voice being cleared behind them. Jag, reluctant though he was to release his bride-to-be, did just that, and turned his head to look at who he thought would be Kyp.

He was rather surprised to find that it wasn't actually Kyp. Rather, it was Baron General Soontir Fel. Feeling a slight blush trying to rise on his cheeks, Jag dispelled the feeling, instead nodding to the man at the back of the cabin.

"While I'm sure you might indulge in such activities in the Known Regions publicly, Jagged, I was not aware that you'd turned into such a Rebel that you would forget that these are, in fact, the Unknown Regions," the Baron remarked, his voice clipped.

Jag, about to respond, was silenced by Jaina's voice and it's curt remarks, so typical to the Solo name she bore, and proudly. "Of course these are the Unknown Regions, General. Why else would I find it appropriate to kiss my consort in 'public', as you'd have me call this. I typically don't get the chance to do as much when I'm on a ship, let alone in a crowded hanger."

I... I am watching you breathe
I am pulled into you
As you smash into me
Oh I want to give you the stars
All that I can hold in my arms
Placing them where you lay
Tell the Angles they'll just have to wait

Jag winced slightly at the word she used to describe him, but had to grin none-the-less. Yep, she was definitely a Solo. He glanced at his father again, at once noticing he seemed to be thinking along the same 'Solo' lines.

At last, the General seemed to loosen up a little. "I see, Miss Solo. However, since you've also pointed out that these are the Unknown Regions, with wonderful support, I'd also like to point out that in such case Jagged would not be considered your consort."

Before either Jaina could comment, or his father continue, Jag broke in, attempting to break up this little 'love fest'. "Father, Jaina, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about me as if I were here. Now, I believe we did not come to spend the entire two weeks inside Master Skywalker's yacht, but I could be wrong. I thought we were here for the celebration."

Both Jaina and the Baron appeared to agree with his thought, for they both nodded. Jaina shifted on his lap, then stood up, her hand still in his. General Fel, on the other hand, walked out of the cabin and out of the ship. Jag stood and allowed Jaina to lead him a few paces before stopping her. He bent his head ever-so-slightly and whispered in her ear, "I don't think that's what you wanted to do to make a good impression, my dear."

Jaina huffed and said nothing, but nodded after a moment. Jag smiled to himself, glad that she at least seemed open to agreeing with him here.

'Cause I wanna stay here in this moment
Can I quietly slip into you
You and I can stay here in this moment
Let the world fade away,
I just want to stay with you

The journey from the private hanger to the Fel estate was short and altogether uneventful. Baron Fel had made a few comments about how 'Syal will be so happy you've come for the holiday, Jagged', and a few others to similar ends. Jag had replied in kind, but paid more attention to Jaina and the somewhat irritated expression she wore.

When he'd asked her why she was upset, she'd told him that she wasn't, she just didn't feel so great. Jag had accepted that, and hoped silently that he wouldn't have to ask his father to pull over so Jaina could throw up on the side of the road. That would lead to some nasty explanations for, while Jaina had more of a stomach than she'd had three months ago, it still wasn't as noticeable as her pregnancy could've been.

Kyp, strangely, had been silent the entire ride. He seemed to be lost in some kind of meditative trance, though he might've just been faking it. Jag didn't want to risk being snapped at if he roused the Jedi, however, so he'd left the Master alone.

And so now, here they were. The four of them, two Jedi, four pilots, one soon-to-be-yet-unknowing-grandfather, and a pair of lovers. Jag almost laughed at the situation, but managed to restrain himself. His only worry right now was how his mother and siblings would accept Jaina. And, of course, that either his mother or father would figure out Jaina was pregnant and the two of them weren't exactly married.

With my hand on your skin we can slowly begin, I am free
Now the heavens have less cause I've found the best and I won't let them take you away
Tell the angels they'll just have to wait...

The door opened to a house Jag remembered only too well. Jaina, her eyes wide, was looking around the large den with an expression close to awe, her stomach's discomfort seemingly forgotten for the moment. Kyp, his expression also rather interested, was doing much the same in way of studying. And then, from the kitchen, Jag heard a voice that made him smile.

"'Tir? Is that you, dear?" Syal Fel, formerly Wynssa Starflare, glided through the rooms as if not really walking on the floor. Jag sniggered silently as he saw Kyp's mouth open slightly, before it snapped sharply shut. No doubt the Jedi Master had realized it woudln't do to stare when Jag's father was around.

"Of course it is, Syal. I've brought home your son, and a few guests as well." The Baron, his entire demeanor changed by his wife's presence, kissed her on the cheek before putting an arm over her shoulders and moving out of her way. Syal uttered a happy gasp and scurried from her husband to Jag and gripped him in a tight hug.

Jag couldn't help smiling at his mother's enthusiasm, pleased simply because he was receiving such a warm welcome. Syal stepped back from him a moment later, her hands gripping his upper arms, her eyes looking him over. "You're looking as good as ever, Jagged." She paused, now looking at Jaina with interest, then Kyp. "And these two are...?"

With a smile, Jag shifted out of his mother's hold and moved over to Jaina. His arm going around his fianc's waist, he looked back at his parents. "This is Jaina Solo, my fiancé."

'Cause I wanna stay here in this moment
Can I quietly slip into you
You and I can stay here in this moment
Let the world fade away,
I just want to stay with you

Syal, the picture of motherly happiness, beamed broadly at the pair of them. Jag, now even more ecstatic that his mother appeared to like Jaina, felt his grin grow. Next instant saw Jaina being pulled into a hug, then released. Jag took that moment to introduce Kyp. "And this," he said, indicating, "Is Jedi Master Kyp Durron."

Kyp nodded, pausing his intense study of what could be seen from the position just past the door. Jag watched as Kyp was also embraced like a lost son and then sheparded toward the kitchen. One glance at his father told them that they should follow as well, yet the General said nothing. Jag silently wondered what kind of yelling he was going to get for becoming engaged to a Rebel. Then again, his father had..."overheard" him telling his mother that he was going to propose to Jaina. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad.

Dinner was altogether just as uneventful as the speeder ride back. Jag had found out that his siblings, one in flight school, the other in a private acting academy, would be arriving the next day, so they'd best be prepared to deal with a noisy house again. And then everyone had decided it would be best to get settled into their rooms and get rested up, considering the lengthy flight in.

Kyp's room was down the hall from Jaina's and his, three doors to be exact. Jag, however, was too intent on getting time alone with Jaina to really mind that Kyp would be taking what had once been Cherith's room.

I wanna stay here in this moment
Make the earth stand impossibly still
Disappear in your kiss, we'll never be missed
Let the world fade way, I just want to stay with you

It was past midnight, but still Jag was lying awake in the darkness. Jaina was on her back next to him, her head turned to the side on the pillow. Softly, Jag leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, not wanting to wake her up. A semi-smile seemed to trace its way onto her lips, though she remained asleep.

Earlier that day he'd thought he never could be more content. In this moment, he knew he'd been wrong. Every moment he spent with Jaina was a moment he wanted to remain forever, to never die. And this was just another in the soon-to-become storybook of them. Resting on his side, his head propped on his hand and elbow, Jag ran his fingers through Jaina's chestnut hair, watching her blistful sleep. She truly was an angel, yet she was his. Everything else could wait; he had Jaina.

Jag's fingers slipped from her hair to instead rest on her abdomen, fingers brushing against her skin tenderly. Though he might not have the Force, he could still tell there was a life there. A life that was half his, half Jaina's, entirely his family, and given being to out of love. The galaxy might've been at war, but at that moment, Jag was at perfect peace with it.

With you