Well, I hope no one is mad for my long absence. I have no excuse so I wont make one up; just been a bit tired. Ho hum, there is just one more chapter after this one, and no more. Hope this has been worth the wait!

It was late or to be correct, early. The time was now going on two o'clock and no sign of the baby had been evident. When Master Corran arrived with Hugar Manduce, they were adamant that Gavja retire to his own residence but he was not moving. There was pang of worry in her heart for Yunda. Something had grown but he was scared to embrace it. He would be there for her. The shoulder to cry on would be his.
Hugar sat with the elegance and poise of a princess. Her mind was off somewhere, deep into the force. She did not like being sent to do this. What if Yunda changed her mind and decided to keep the child for her? Whatever happened Hugar would make sure everything went smoothly. It was evident to her that Yoda was right on the subject of Corran being to emotionally connected to this girl. The Twe'lik was in more control of her emotions but it was hard for her to get her fellow Jedi Knight to fall into the same state. "You must not worry. Child birth is a natural thing"
"Yes, but she has never known what pain to expect. She has never had a mother"
Her hands folded in her lap as her eyes dropped a hint for Gavja not to eaves drop on their conversation. "There is more then just your worry for her health"
"She is my padawan"
"I know you better then you think, Corran. Do not lie to me." She paused. "No matter what her decision is you cannot let her keep that bastard child"
His forehead wrinkled at the very mention of calling the child a 'bastard.' "It is nothing of the sort"
"It is a disgrace to the Jedi Temple and it would mean ruin to our way of life. Other students would follow in her little rebellion"
Walking over to the window, Corran pressed his forearm against it, while his thumb and index finger rested on his chin. He did not want to hear a word that came out of Hugar's mouth. If she wanted to, the Twe'lik could make the truth sound like poison! Though it was impossible, he want to take Yunda away from all of this or at least have her child as his padawan but he had already had that talk with Master Yoda. It was not impossible. "Rebellion... love is rebellion"
"Corran... " She rolled her eyes. "No wonder the girl is such a mess. You don't even have your own thoughts in order"
"It takes two Hugar! Ever thought of that"
"She won't squeal on the father"
His front was facing her with intense eyes of furry. There were so many things he could say at this moment. It would not be hard to find out who the father was. A few blood tests on the human race and bada bang, you had the father, but he did not want to suggest such a thing. Yunda wanted the man or boy kept out of the lime light. "Children always turn out like the parents. In personalities and looks"
Hugar sucked in air through her nostrils. She had nothing to say in the debate and it would have done no good since the air was filled with the cry of a baby. Making it look as if she was cut off, the Twe'lik turned her gaze towards the door.
The Senator made a dash for the door but came to a halt when Corran beat him to it. It took all of Hugar's power not to enter the room and whisk the child away. She simply watched the Zabrakian disappear into the next room. Enjoy your time. Five minutes, she concluded.The room had two midwives and a doctor. Yunda at a loss for words with sweat rolling down her face. Never in her life had she ever experienced such pain in her life but it did not seem to bother her when she heard the crying of the child. Oh, how she wanted to reach out and touch it.
Opening her eyes, she gazed at her old master. His small smile caused a ripple effect in the room. There were no words between them just silence. Master Corran walked up to one of the woman and gazed down at the child. He was so tiny. The child had a thick head of brown hair already and one tooth. He was wrapped in a cream colour cloth to be ready to take him to his mother, but Corran put an arm in front of her. The woman's face knitted for a moment but she placed the child in his arms and left the room with the group whom she had came with.
A pang of sorrow washed over the master as he gazed into the child's eyes. Moving his feet in the direction of the doorway was the hardest thing he found. In an instant, he turned on his heel and walked over to the bedside.
He gave no words as he handed the child to her. The tears that ran down Yunda's face also brought tears to the Zabrakian's. How on earth could he bear to take the boy and walk out of Yunda's life? Never to see her again and never to be allowed to see the child after this day. Life was not fair.
It was evident that Yunda was having a battle in her. She could keep this blessing. There were no papers that she had signed which gave custody to the Jedi. Yet this was right. She could never give him the same life style and opportunities as the Jedi. Just as she cradled the new born baby to her chest, something flashed before her eyes. 'Let go'
Every muscle in her body fought against what she was doing. Slowly giving the child back to her old master, Yunda bowed her head low. "You must go now"
The yellow in his eyes turned golden with grief. It was time to go. Taking in a silent breath, Corran turned on his heel and left the room. This was the most difficult day of his life. He had finally lost his padawan... no... his daughter! Forever would Yunda Intuit be a part of his memories. And as they departed from the building, a tear rolled down the Zabrakian's face.