Warning: War depictions, blood, and birth in this chapter.

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Chapter 2

General Kenobi was clearing through the lower basement levels and searching the countless rooms with Commander Cody and members of his battalion, the 212th , and members of the 501st. The clones were ever so hastily left in his command as Anakin dashed ahead on a hunch. Skywalker, as usual, went in a rush for the Senator. That had been a while ago, and still no sign of his former apprentice. He would use his comms to contact, but this unusual structure disabled communication and scanners quite efficiently. "Blasts Anakin," he cursed. Even though his former apprentice was no longer in his charge, he still worried constantly about him. "Why am I always picking up your mess?"

While the pace was steady and no casualties so far, the pace was slow, and something was not right. This place was not what it seemed, he sensed dissent and, perhaps, even the dark side. And of course his friend had to go charging into it blindly.

The Master Jedi froze when the coldest chill racked up his spine. "Anakin," was all he could whisper. Something was wrong with him! He was in agony and clinging to the Force like the Master had never felt.

He activated his comm. "Cody! We need to gather the troops and head," he used the Force and outstretched his hand, calling it to Anakin's location. His hand went into a direction as he called upon his bond. "Northeast. General Skywalker's in trouble, we must get to him right away!"

"Understood, sir," Cody responded, ordering the troops to follow the orders overheard on the comms.

Commander Rex went up behind Kenobi and saw his demeanor, and it assured him of the urgency. "You go, sir, we'll be right behind you," he said, releasing him of the troops.

"Thank you, Rex," he said, running off.

General Kenobi followed the strong bond between him and Skywalker, and eventually the litter of droid parts. It appeared there was a massive explosion; even the walls bent and bowed. It must have been an incredible force, yet there were no heat marks. Before he knew it, he entered a massive space with significantly bowed walls in all directions. Piles a pile of mangled droids and their pieces heaped around and into the curves of the walls, but that's not what he focused on. In the middle was Anakin, and even the senator lying on some medical bed.

"Anakin!" He ran through the maze of the mechanical litter. The relief he saw on the man's face was palpable.

"Obi-Wan!" Skywalker rejoiced.

The Master Jedi was curious of the unusual mechanical carnage, quite similar to a blast, but also akin to a Force power Jedi Master Windu could enact. However, he had never seen such a powerful display of the practice. He made it closer to them and realized that nuzzled close to Senator Amidala bosom was a quiet newborn. His shocked expression went from the infant, to the obvious mother, and then to Skywalker. "What the blazes did I miss?!" he bewildered.

Anakin seemed as though he was about to speak, when Amidala began instead. "When I was taken by the Separatist forces from the Senate Building, I was pregnant. Though I kept it from the public eye. Somehow, the beings who led the attack knew and that's why I was targeted. They brought me here and soon induced labor after countless medical examinations," Padmé finished, obviously uncomfortable. Whether from retelling her experiences, or having recently delivered, Kenobi knew not. "Anakin got here just in time, destroyed the droids, and assisted me while I delivered my son, Luke," she finished the obvious blanks gazing at her child, her son. Kenobi followed her line of sight and adoration.

The new life was unlike any infant he had seen. It was almost as if he was gazing upon light itself, through the Force. He felt already connected to the small creature, and he already seemed so familiar. Naturally, yes? He had known his mother since she was a child. Looking closer, the infant opened his little eyes. They were a striking blue, both in color and familiarity. He had seen those eyes before; they were startling clones of Anakin's. He quickly shifted attention to his previous padawan, with accusation and demand. Force, Anakin would not be that reckless, would he?

While Kenobi knew his friend had a friendship and an… attachment to the senator, he never thought they would have a child! Surely Padmé was too sensible for that, even if Anakin's senses abandoned him. Surely!

Words were about to tumble out of his mouth when Padmé released a low moan, and his attention went back to her. "Are you alright, Padmé?" he asked, concerned. Automatically, he brought his hand near to her hand, which grabbed the bed railing, in an assuring gesture. She seemed comforted by it, and even went atop it and squeezed. It was not painfully squeezed, but she was in markable pain.

She did not respond verbally, obviously preoccupied with her pain. Though she did nod reassuringly as she forcibly breathed through her nose.

"That's it Padmé, keep breathing," Anakin encouraged.

It was then Kenobi noticed the circling massage Skywalker was preforming on the Senator's enlarged abdomen.

"These contractions will assist in the after-birth delivery. Just let me know if you feel anything else."

Kenobi was impressed by his former student's knowledge and actions. This was not standard Jedi curriculum: midwifery. "Impressive," he complimented bewildered. Both hands instinctually enclosed around his friend's; she trustingly squeezed with anticipation for future pains. "Where have you acquired such knowledge?" he asked casually, expecting some wild tale of one of his many missions.

While Skywalker was about to speak up, he was beaten to it.

"His mother," Padmé sighed, the pain passing. "She often served as a midwife, and Anakin would watch and help her," she informed.

Kenobi had not expected the answer and felt saddened, for his friend's sake. He had no idea. With Shmi and Anakin's harsh slave realities, they would have been without proper access to medical care. The birthing beings who were also slaves must have had to use those with any knowledge and experience, even though they lacked medical training. They would not of had hospitals, and Anakin was kept with his mother constantly for his safety. He had told Kenobi unattended slave children would often disappear or end up found tortured and murdered and for amusement days later. The man wondered how many births turned tragedies his friend had seen, how a child would assist in birth. It was a haunting thought, for medical droids and access was not even a second thought for the Coruscant reared. Again, the Master Jedi was sharply reminded of Anakin's painful and traumatic past.

"Oh, I see," was all Kenobi could say. He looked at the patients, "Well, you two are certainly in good hands then Senator," he assured.

A warm smile graced her lips, "Oh, I never doubted that," she replied.

Kenobi released a few chuckles but was cut short as the woman's hand squeezed tighter.

She put her head back and let out a tired and low moan. "Seriously, this has to end sometime, right?" she exclaimed frustrated.

Kenobi looked at Skywalker, whose gentle massaging had changed to deep prodding. He saw the look on his face, and he knew he was concerned. It was then the Master knew something was wrong.

Amidala let out a huff and eased her grip.

"Yes, it will. I think we can cut the cord now," Skywalker said, examining the now pale cord. He had expected the afterbirth to have been released by now. Her abdomen still seemed firm and full, and it puzzled him. This was clearly not an average experience; something was not adding up, but he could not find any knowledge to draw from. His life-partner nodded and he began to clamp the cord, and then got the sterile scissors from the medical table. "Would you like to cut it or shall I?" he asked. He was less than familiar with Nubian birth customs and rituals, but he was aware different cultures had different ways to separate the birther and child.

For Padmé, the tradition was to have family, friends and the parents burn candles lit with positive intentions to cauterize the cord for separation over a sacred box. Since this was obviously not an option, she opted for the next best thing. "Well, how about we all?" she suggested.

Instantly Skywalker was onboard, but Kenobi was shy, understanding the possible significance, "No, I couldn't possibly intrude," he replied, shaking his head.

"Come now, Obi-Wan, you've been a friend of mine since I was a child. On Naboo, friends and family are involved in cutting the cord, to fully sever the child from its birther and invite it into the light—or "world". A world of friends, family, safety, and love," she informed.

"Well, then, I'd be honored, friend," he said, embracing the hallowed tradition, understanding the value. While it was very against Jedi customs, the intentions were not, and who was he to deny his friend?

Anakin looked up at Kenobi, "Alright, one of us should hold the clamps…"

Obi-Wan did just that, a few inches from the infant's future bellybutton.

"Here, Padmé," Anakin said, passing the scissors to her. She held them and he overlapped his fingers and hand on hers to shadow.

"Welcome to the light, Luke. While our physical bond is gone, our being tied together as mother and child shall not be severed, and the sacred connection is still intact," she recited. Then she clamped down and the infant was fully separated from his mother after full gestation of complete and utter reliance on her.

Kenobi felt a part of something beyond any ancient Jedi practice. It was—it was beautiful. Were his eyes misting? He knew Skywalker saw what was in his eyes, and surprisingly he made no quips; in fact, he had misty eyes as well, everyone did.

"Ooooo," Padmé moaned louder than before.

Both men looked at Senator Amidala, alarmed. The sound was somehow universal and meant the pain of a birthing human. Intense pain, often associated with birth, not afterbirth.

"What are you feeling?" Anakin asked, obviously alarmed but maintaining composure. He prodded at the lowest part of her belly, he obviously felt something unusual and inspected it with more touch.

"I feel pain, like the more intense contractions, I also want to push, I think," she said once the pain had passed. "Is that normal?" she asked, concerned.

Skywalker was still inspecting whatever it was he felt within her; he remained quiet in contemplation and evaluation. A realization hit and his eyebrows raised in surprise and shock. "I think—I think there's another baby," he announced. "I'm going to check to see if I can feel anything through the birthing canal. Is this alright?" he asked. Something his mother had always stressed was minimal interference, communication, and consent.

She nonchalantly nodded in a way that made Kenobi realize just how comfortable she was with Anakin, "Of course."

Anakin gently did just as he had announced, and to everyone's awe, the examination proved confirming. "The second baby's right there, I can feel her," he withdrew his hand. "Twins!" he said with the brightest smile Kenobi had seen him express. Force help them.

"Obi-Wan, hold Luke," Padmé anxiously announced. She felt the beginning of another contraction and her body told her this meant business. Goddesses, the pain was so intense!

The Jedi quickly followed instructions and gingerly, though efficiently, transferred her newborn to his care.

"Ah, ow, ow, ow…"

Her life partner was busy readying for the second arrival at the end of her bed. "You're doing great. Again, listen to your body. Everything's ready."

Relief flooded her with that, though soon replaced with anxiety at the impending birth.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?" Anakin asked, ever considering her comfort and needs.

Now that he mentioned it, she felt parched and like she should be sitting up more. "I'm thirsty, and I need to sit up."

He took in the information. Both he and Kenobi went for their belts where an electrolyte infused liquid container was kept. Anakin reached it first, having a not holding baby advantage on Obi-Wan. "Alright," Anakin started, "Here," he passed his canteen and extended his hand to her.

His steady appendage was offered to assist in her repositioning, to which she was grateful. She hoisted herself up with his assistance and he adjusted the mechanical bed to accommodate her new position. She greedily gulped down the fluids, not realizing her dehydration until now. It was like the best drink she had ever had. She jerked the container forward as an intense pressure built. "Ooo," she moaned, rubbing her lower back, not enthusiastic about the pressure and pain.

"It's okay, you're almost done, just a little bit more," he encouraged. She noticed he was investigating the control panel of the bed, swiping through settings and features. He pressed on some settings, she assumed, and from the end of the bed rose two bars on either side. They then extended what appeared to be places to hold on at the top. It was then she recognized it as birthing bars, a way for the birther to be upright and grab onto something and encourage different positions to enable a better birth.

"Were you aware you were having twins?" Kenobi confusedly asked. How could she not know? Surely it was a standard medical disclosure?

She nodded her head side to side, "No, no, I had no idea," she breathed. Her eyes met her lover's, and they shared a moment of marvel, excitement, and shock at their quickly growing family.

"Well then, congratulations, Senator," he said sincerely. Why did she not know this? Had she never received prenatal medical care? Padmé seemed too sensible for that.

Amidala's hands crunched the rails with the surge. "I don't really feel a need to push," she communicated to Anakin.

"That's okay, you don't have to."

It was bizarre to have such a strong contraction absent of the associated urgency. She grasped both handles and tried to alleviate the pressure in her lower back. This baby was already very different; there was a lot of back pain with this one. "My lower back is really hurting," she communicated.

"The baby's moving down. She's probably in a different position and location than her brother was," he rationalized.

Kenobi was not sure if he was making that up, he seemed concerned. Perhaps anxious? Excited? Afraid? It was impossible for the older man to tell.

Padmé kept repositioning herself for a few minutes, and then it hit again. That powerful, unimaginable urge to bear down as her body clenched in on itself. "Oh, I need to push again!" she cried, bearing down. She released a low moan while she pushed, chin to her chest. "Oooooooo!"

Soon her contraction passed and she could already tell this baby was going to be quicker. "Are you ready to catch? She's moving fast." She trusted her partner's intuition; a daughter made sense. Before Luke was born, his prediction felt comically incorrect. But now, it felt right. She had the son she predicted, now Anakin prediction for a daughter would probably be right. He had an uncanny knack for being right.

"I'm ready," he answered with joy in his eyes.

Padmé knew his smile was because of her pronoun choices. But there was no time to banter, for she was bearing down again. Her sounds were low, and then her pitch became higher for a few seconds. Then she was quiet, even though she was obviously bearing down hard.

Master Kenobi stared at her wide eyed, watching and sensing through the Force. It seemed impossible that someone could endure so much pain, and expel an entire new being from their own body. Even though he thought it should be a horror, it felt like a miracle.

"The head is out—and the shoulders—"

She felt the baby fully exit her body before he could say it. It must have been a few moments, and now their baby was here. Their second child.

They had gone from a family of two to a family of four in under an hour.

"Hi, little one, hi," the mother ushered as the little body was placed in her embrace. "A daughter?" She looked to her husband for confirmation, to which he nodded.

He was too overcome with emotions to speak. His eyes glistened and tears streaked down his cheeks.

Padmé sniffed, "You know," she turned to her spouse, "I never thought of a girl's name." She positioned the newborn in her grasp better for the blanket Skywalker passed.

Skywalker let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the space. "Stubborn I see," he joked.

Kenobi felt like he must be missing something.

"I'm sure that will be remedied," he tightly announced. He seemed masked. "Now, assuming there are not any more babies," he cocked an eyebrow. "The afterbirths will be delivered soon."

Kenobi swore Padmé paled.

"There couldn't be another baby?" she claimed unsure.

Again, he resumed the gentle messaging on his spouse's swollen stomach. "I don't think so. I don't sense another one, and your stomach feels much different now. I believe you're done, my lady." There was mischief in his eyes, but again he words were carefully calculated.

The relieved Senator relaxed back into the propped bed.

"Generals!" Commander Rex called right as the Senator reclined fully.

All the adults' heads snapped towards the approaching clone, behind him more filed in.

The troops cleared a path through the robotic debris as they went.

"What did we miss?" he asked once he made it to the scene. Both of his blasters held in a resting position pointing up.

"Not much," Padmé breathed sarcastically.

The men of the 501st looked at their leader; their Force signatures felt curious and loyal.

"We'll need a medical evac from this location. Pa- Senator Amidala has just delivered twins; she won't be able to leave on her own."

"On it!" Jesse nodded as he began to run back. Two other clones joined him. They could not message over the communication devices still, so the message would have to be told in person.

"How's the situation outside?" Skywalker asked his Commander. Anakin wiped the blood and birthing fluids from his hands with a sterile towel.

"We're holding them off and made progress was last I heard," the clone said. He removed his helmet and stared at the infant in Padmé's hold. He turned to the baby in Kenobi's arms. "They're healthy looking newborns, Senator," he complimented. At least, for a clone it was a high compliment. Not the normal cute coos other populations may communicate.

"Thank you," she smiled kindly at her friend, completely understanding his culture.

212th soldiers filed in, led by Commander Cody. "General Kenobi," he chipley reported to his leader.

"Commander, good to see you," Kenobi greeted, careful not to move. He was nervous of disturbing Luke.

"We've received word that a medical evacuation is inbound. There's a place they can land a yalf a click South of here. There's an opening in the droids, but we believe it will be brief," Cody informed.

Skywalker winced. His gaze nervously landed on Padmé. "How much time do you think we'll have? The Senator has not completed the placentas' delivery." He was concerned about her hemorrhaging due to retained placenta; she had twins, and a birth accelerant not meant for humans. Who knows what it could do to her and her body.

Skywalker also did not know if moving her would cause harm, but he remembered women who had just delivered could be tender. His mother always stressed how they should be softly cared for with minimal physical labor, if the slave had such an option.

He had seen women abused shortly after birth, he had seen birthers die from it. They would bleed to death, and there was nothing anyone could do. It was common where he grew up, birthers dying from blood loss.

The first person he saw die was because of a placenta abruption. The female just bled to death in front of everyone, even the slavers, and no one did anything. Her and the potential life inside her were both lost.

It did not feel right to move Padmé yet. Something did not feel correct.

"We do not expect long at all. Immediate evacuation is advised," Cody finally commented. His helmet covered head twitched slightly as he looked from the Senator to the General.

Anakin clenched his jaw, obviously not happy. "How are you feeling, Padmé?"

"I'm feeling good, I'm not in any pain," she assured.

He was not soothed.

Jesse and company returned. "There's a medical evac inbound. They have a limited window, the new model Seppies are deploying another wave, and we can't keep them back. We need to leave before we're overrun."

Skywalker nearly growled.

"Understood, Jesse. Commander Cody, call an evacuation, we need to leave before that wave gets here."

Cody nodded his 'yes sir' and ran to spread the word.

"Are there any wounded needing to join the evac?" Kenobi calmly queried while Luke used his grip reflex on the man's index finger.

"No, sir. We've had most of the wounded evacuated already. They have another ship approaching as well to their rendezvous location," Jesse informed. "I have the coordinates for where they've planned to take us."

Rex put his helmet back on.

"Understood, Jesse," Anakin said while staring at his spouse and daughter. "Obi-Wan, I'll carry the Senator and her children. You lead. Troopers, form a protective formation around The Senator and the newborns. It's of the utmost importance they are not harmed; it's this mission's objective. Any methods necessary," he ordered with a tight, stern face.

"Sir, yes sir!" the clones said in unison. They were already acquainted and protective of the clone advocate Senator, and the new little lifeforms sent them into protective overdrive.

General Kenobi nodded agreeing to the plan, and gently transferred Luke back to his mother.

Amidala awkwardly balanced her two babies; she had never held two at once before. Luke seemed content to be back in his mother's hold.

Anakin carefully went to Amidala's bedside, closely standing besides her and the twins. "Are you ready?" His eyes were narrowed, and he was near unnerving with severity.

"Yes." Her brown irises trustingly stared at her life partner.

"Let me know if you feel anything, or if you're in pain. We'll adapt to your needs, not the other way around," he instructed.

"I will."

Skywalker was skeptical. Still, he bent down and gently slid his hands under her knees and back. He lifted her and their children with ease, staring at her face unbreakingly.

The Senator's replaced and lengthy medical gown draped below her feet. She curled protectively around her children. If she were honest, the movement hurt, but once settled it was not so bad. Her sex, back, and body were tender from the birth, there was no way around that. She would never let Anakin in on her discomfort, though.

Skywalker was certain Amidala was in pain, but her mask was smooth. He was about to alter their plans when the place shook. Cannon fire; they had to leave, NOW. The laden Jedi did not lose his balance and once the disturbance ended, the group ran towards the extraction point.

Unfortunately, their journey was not without conflict. Some advanced super battle droids blocked their path. The new shields glistened and flickered around their cool metallic surfaces.

The clones flanked and spread to defend the Senator. Anakin's fingers twitched; he felt like his family was a sitting shaak. He looked down at his wife, her left shoulder poking up to support Luke's head.

The previous explosion and current blaster fighting caused the twins to wail. The idea he was carrying his newborns into a battlefield sank his lead stomach.

The cruel sinfonietta of noise burned into the father's ears. Newborn screams, clone shouts, blaster fire, a lightsaber deflecting bolts, his spouse quietly crying because of their children's screams, explosions. It was his own personal hell.

They were so close to getting out, he must focus on that. He blinked his misty eyes to focus them, he must stay on target.

Force be with them.

He heard his previous master yell something and the Clones remade their protective circle and the group moved towards a destroyed ceiling.

The hole was not caused by their current invasion, but by the age and abandonment of the location.

The group could hear the unison clanking of approaching droids, seeming from every direction. They were out of sight, but close.

The ship landed in the available space and troopers unloaded to provide coverage fire. Anakin b-lined it to the ship as the clones spread to protect. He used the Force to leap in the craft and soon Kenobi, the Commanders, and troops joined while the ship provided laser fire.

Skywalker gingerly placed his family on a medical cot. "Get us out of here!" he ordered. The craft ascended.

Kenobi came up to them. "May I, Senator?" His embrace opened and he readied to take a baby, or perhaps both.

The mother, who was teary due to her children's tears, nodded and moved so the closest baby was easier to hold. It was her unnamed daughter.

"Why hello, youngling," the General cooed, quite captivated by the screaming little being. "Shh, shhh," he tried to sooth.

A medic clone, Kix, approached them and stared at the group. He noticed the Senator's blood stained gown near her groin area. "What are her wounds?" he queried, ready to get to work.

Skywalker smoothed the head of the crying infant in the Senator's hold. "None, childbirth."

The medic stared blankly, "I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know much about that," he admitted unsure.

"That's alright, I do," he replied. Skywalker stiffened when he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He dove his standing body over Padmé and clasped his hands to the bolted bed.

Just as he finished the split second reflex, the ship shook as it went through flak that exploded to its side.

"No, we need more cover now!" the copilot barked into his comms. "There's too much flak! I've got newborns onboard, blast it!" he called over the radio. The tone must have changed because under a minute, more fighter jets surrounded them.

The passengers got their bearings after such a violent jolt. The twin's screaming returned full volume.

Kenobi was sure he was going to slam into the bulk of the ship, taking the blow for the baby of course, but was surprised he had not. He did not understand until he realized Anakin was using the Force to hold him locked in place. Obi-Wan stared at his friend, who was using himself as a human shield above the Senator; he had grabbed the metal cot so hard his mechanical hand had dented it.

Padmé clung to her husband during the blast, and slowly uncoiled from him. Their son was unhappy about the event, but completely unharmed. She began shushing him. Her breath sharply hitched.

Anakin unclenched and stared at his wife, who was obviously in pain. "What's wrong?" He asked, scanning her for wounds.

She did not answer for what felt like years, "A contraction," she bit out between clenched teeth.

He marginally relaxed.

"I think something's coming out," she communicated with a twisted face.

The General sprung to the foot of her bed in the blink of an eye. He lifted her gown and folded it over her legs. His makeshift postpartum bandage had been bled through, and he tossed it to the side. Soon his wife's body expelled the first placenta. The marvelous mass of the organ seemed healthy and intact upon first inspection.

The ship landed in the medical hangar of the lead Star fighter.

The clones quickly cleared a path for the emergency team the filed in ready to take the Senator and her infants to the infirmary.

Skywalker had placed the first placenta in a medical tray and was thoroughly examining it to ensure it was intact. To his relief, it was. He turned to one of the medical personnel, "Make sure this is frozen and preserved properly," he ordered. The clone nodded and began prepping the organ for transportation. He returned to her.

Something was wrong.

There was an odor coming from her. The smell of something putrid and stagnant. Large spurts of blood began to pulse from Padmé's uterus; there was so much blood. His eyes snapped to her face.

Amidala's color was sapped from her. She was in a haze, possibly going into shock.

"Get her to the infirmary immediately!" Anakin ordered, pale as ever. The second placenta but have hemorrhaged or been retained. He went to grasp her hand which was free of Luke.

The medical team quickly unlocked her cot and transferred it to a hovering device. They directed the gurney out of the ambulatory ship.

The entire party followed her. The unhelmeted clones, still in protective mode, would not be satisfied until the Senator was safely delivered to the medical wing.

Kenobi, holding Padmé's daughter, Anakin holding her hand and speaking to her. Exactly what she could not tell. She noticed he had gently pried Luke from her embrace, she went to protest, but was hit with a stabbing pain in her back. "Ooooww!" she lowly groaned, one hand on the location of pain.

Was she going to pass out?

The lights got bright and the troops stopped at a wide doorway. They all looked worried.

"She's losing too much blood!" someone yelled.

"We need blood bags! Now! O positive! Is the IV line in yet?" another barked.

So many hands were touching her, everything felt distant.

"Stay with me, Padmé, stay with me!" she heard muffled words of her beloved.

Why of course! Where else was she going to go?

Everything blacked out for her. Such a peaceful, painless, and quiet abyss of darkness she found herself in.

~xXx~

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Luvvykitty: Thank you so much for your encouraging words; it made my week!

Skywalker was a rock star birth partner, at least I hope so! I'm a massive advocate for decolonizing birth and birth healthcare. Don't get me wrong, there are places for modern medicine that save lives and are completely necessary. But so much of what occurs in Western hospital settings are being proved unnecessary and harmful. Again, I am not a qualified birth practitioner and one should seek an actual professional. (Got to have the disclaimer)

There is nothing more beautiful than a birthing support partner and/or group that: advocates for the birther, supports the birther, and focuses entirely on them and their needs. It's unlike anything else on Earth.

That's my two Republic credits on the subject!

Of course! Thank you a thousand times for your review! Your time and efforts are valuable, and I'm so thankful and blessed you spent some on this story!

Until next time and many blessings,
Heaven's Prayers

Date: September 28th, 2022