Just a few more chapters to go! I put spaces inbetween the paragraphs in hopes it will be better reading.

The months seemed to pass very slowly in the small apartment which she was staying in. Now Yunda was in her ninth month. Her stomach had grown very large and she was finding it hard to get up, and sit down. Once in a while she would just lay there and stare out the window; though it did not seem to hold the same fascination as it did before this all happened. But still, she would never change anything that had happened in the past. This was the present and the future was what she made it.

A soft knock on the door made her stir from her chair and turn her gaze away from the window. "Come in." she said with a sigh. She would have gotten up, but did not feel like making the effort. Within moments someone entered and he had a bright smile upon his face. Gavja Pumbbala wasted no time as he walked over to the chair she was lodged in. "I see you are doing well this morning Thordina."

Yunda nodded. In the little while she grew accustomed to being called by her new name, though she preferred to be called Yunda. Gavja had become a very dear friend to her and he never hesitated to pay her a visit. Being in the Senate, one would think of the middle aged Gavja as being a closed in man, consumed by politics; but that was not the case. He was a very sweet man with a big heart. His wife had left him several years ago for a pilot who worked for Naboo, and he had only one child. The child was now in his late teens and enrolled in a flight academy; top of his class and his fathers' pride and joy. The boy seemed to keep Gavja striving onward and always smiling. One day he planned on retiring from the Senate and moving to a more quite planet but he was only thirty-nine and would be by himself. Better to stick with the politics for a while.

"Very well, though I do not think that this child wants me to get a moments rest."
He chuckled. "Yes, they can be a handful, though it dims within age. Ukam was a right devil! But look how he turned out."

Watching her smile diminish, Gavja knelt before her. He did not know her past. All that people did know was that she was divorced, though Gavja was the only one that knew he decision about sending the child to the Jedi temple. "Are you sure that you wish to go through with this. You might regret it."

There was a long sigh. She was growing attached to this child. It was a part of her; a part of Klip and she was going to let it go, forever. But she knew that letting the Jedi take this child away was the right thing to do. It would have a better life. "No. I wish I could explain it to you, but I can't."

"And if the child does not meet up to their standards?"

"Then it will stay with me, but I do hope it has the Force flowing through its veins."

"Fine then. Consider it does, you'll be all alone. No one to take care of you when you get older. Not really responsible if you ask me."

She laughed at the smile forming in the corner of his cheek. "You do go on. Though, thank you for caring Gavja. I want this child to have a good life and I see nothing more honourable then becoming a Jedi."

"Then I wish the best of luck for you and the child."

"Thank you. Now don't you think you better be going? This is the time you usually head off for delegations and other meetings, is it not?"

Standing to his feet, Gavja patted her hand. No matter what the occasion he enjoyed coming to visit Yunda. She always managed to bring a song to his heart and a smile to his lips. Her youth and vitality reminded him of how he used to be; strong and willing to move forward in any situation. And he especially loved how she knew so much about politics; one of his loves.

"Unfortunately, yes. But tonight I want you to not think about dinner and such."

"Oh? And why not?"

"Well, one can treat a friend to a meal once in a while."

Yunda shook her head. He was extremely good to her and sometimes she felt bad for the attention. She knew of his duties and such, yet it brightened her day to know that Gavja would clear his schedule to spend time with her. "You do spoil me rotten!"

"And you deserve it!"

As his finger playfully tapped the end of her nose, she smiled, but it was a fake. If anything she felt like she deserved to die for the shame that she had brought upon the Jedi Temple. She stood to her feet and led him to the door, though every step felt as if she had weights tied upon her feet. Going to dinner was not what she truly wanted to do, but he had offered and it would get her out of this apartment. For sure she would have a good time, though she still felt that she did not deserve it.

The sun was setting in the sky when Yunda finished getting ready for dinner. She had decided on the red dress and to leave her hair down. It was always a bother to put it up now that it was dangling down her back. The red beads which she wore in her padawan days were now taken out but not discarded; kept in a tiny box under her bed.

Taking the elevator down to the elegant dinning hall, where many of the residents ate extravagant meals, she gazed about for any sign of Gavja. It seemed he had not arrived yet. She did not mind waiting but there was an awful shot of pain that ran through her body. It had been like this all day though she was not concerned. Most likely it was just cramps or the baby kicking without mercy, as it usually did.

Time flew by quickly and there walked in Gavja. He looked absolutely handsome in his blue attire and with his short black hair slicked to the side. She did not notice him at first but the strong hand on her shoulder made her aware. Turning around, she smiled. "I thought you had dropped off the face of the planet."

He chuckled. "Sometimes I wish that were a possibility. Shall we?"

She took his arm when it was offered to her, but they did not get far. The pains in her stomach were extremely intense and made her double over and grasp her stomach. Some of the people gazed on for a moment. Gavja knitted his brow and quickly halted. "Are you alright?"

Yunda stood up straight and chocked back the tears. "I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she had let out another low squeal. There was a gush of water that came from between her legs. Her eyes opened in horror. "I think I am having... Ah!"

He knew all too well what the ending of her sentence would be and did not plan on her having this child in here. How humiliating it would be for her to give birth in this place but it seemed the child was set on coming and was not going to give up. Scooting her off to the side, he dismissed a few of the staff who came over to see if they could help. "Thordina..."

"I want... to go back to my room..."

The grip she had on his arm was intense. A flood of memories came back to him as he thought of his son. What a joyous time it had been, but this was not the time to think of the past. There was a baby on the way. "Are you crazy!?!"

"Please..."

His eyes were full of sympathy for her but he could not go against her wishes. "At least let me get a doctor to help. I know nothing about birthing them. The only thing I specialize in is making them."

A smile came to her face for an instant but a quick contraction made it wash away. "Get hold... of the Jedi Temple... Master Corran..."

Smoothing back a lock of her hair, he nodded his head. "Of course."