Chapter 18

It's been a while since I've updated this story, and I almost don't know where to begin. The LITR One-Shot (Forgotten Meeting) took place during EzraBine's honeymoon... and, well, 10 years before... So I might as well begin in their last days of their vacation.

Also, where we're at, Ezra is around 20 years old; Just days before the events of Rogue One, but neither him, Sabine, or Phoenix Squadron knows anything of a superweapon, except for rumors. Rebel leadership has more information with the rumors and are keeping quiet to Phoenix Squadron.

Ezra was just sitting in one of the chairs on the balcony of the small cabin he and Sabine were staying in for their honeymoon, completely relaxed. Sabine was inside, trying to cook something, and she's struggling. Ezra could hear her mumbling to herself in frustration, and could even sense her frustration. Something popped and Ezra jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Sabine was covered in some sort of red liquid and she was wiping some of it out of her eyes.

"Kriff, Sabine are you sure you don't need help?" Ezra laughed, helping her get cleaned up.

"It's harder than you think, Ezra," she sighed.

"What happened anyway?"

"One of the pans was filled with the sauce you use with this meal. I guess it got too hot," she replied. She groaned with frustration again. "I'm sorry, Ezra. I'm screwing up our honeymoon..."

Ezra hugged his wife from behind. "You would never ruin anything, Sabine. If anything, this is the most eventful evening I've seen since we got here."

Sabine turned around to face him, "Really? So what was all that we did in bed?"

Ezra blushed, "Besides that, my dear."

Since Sabine was already pregnant, they didn't want to do too much so they've been having heavy makeout sessions at night. They were very careful of her baby bump, which has grown quite a bit in their 3 weeks they've been there.

Sabine began to laugh when she saw that her husband was now covered in the thick, red sauce. Ezra looked down, seeing his shirt and pants were painted red.

"You know what, maybe I should deal with dinner tonight. You get yourself cleaned up," Ezra suggested as he stripped his shirt. He was wearing his Mandalorian shirt he received from Sabine just months before. Sabine blushed, seeing the skin tight material outlining his muscles, as she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll see you," Sabine started, her voice taking a slight seductive tone, "At dinner." She disappeared around the hallway corner to the bedroom to grab a spare set of clothes for a shower. Ezra was smiling as he turned his attention to the messy kitchen and began properly cooking dinner: A Lothalian style cuisine of personal origin. Ezra first thought of making it, and it was Sabine's favorite.

It was strange for Ezra to see a Mandalorian love food from Lothal, especially one from House Vizsla, Clan Wren. He finished cleaning up the mess and remade the sauces for the dish.

About half an hour past before Sabine finally got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her naked form and stepped out of the refresher. She could smell the cooked meal from across the cabin and she closed her eyes, breathing in the scent.

Ezra was watching from the other side of the hallway. He only went to the bedroom to grab something and he found Sabine just standing in the hallway. He was smiling at his wife, but it made him sad to snap her out of her little trance.

"Smells that good, eh?"

Sabine jumped, not expecting Ezra to be where he was. She thought he was still in the kitchen. She stared at him, but he was chuckling at her reaction.

"Come on, it's done," he said then.

Sabine smiled, "Yes, it does smell that good. You know I love your cooking."

Ezra grinned, "Hey you're cooking is pretty good, too. At least when you don't make a mess."

Sabine rolled her eyes, but she didn't drop the smile, "Ha ha, very funny. Let me get dressed first, alright? I'll meet you at the table."

Ezra walked back to the kitchen and brought out a couple plates while Sabine got dressed in the bedroom. She looked in the mirror and examined her baby bump. She was almost 4 months by now; She and Ezra were in this cabin for 3 1/2 weeks already. In just a few days she will be exactly four months. Sabine put on a loose long sleeved shirt, covered with all sorts of colors. The shirt was originally grey, but she splattered all sorts of colorful paint on it. After she finished getting dressed, she walked into the dining room and gasped. Ezra was standing next to the table, which was lit up with old fashioned candles. The plates were full with the food Ezra prepared, and the lights were set to 0% illumination; The candles the only light source.

"E-Ezra... you did all this?" Sabine asked.

"It took awhile but, yeah I did. I figured we should make this night memorable," he replied, a light blush on his cheeks. His ears were also a little red.

Sabine ran up to him and kissed him. Eventually, they did sit down and began eating. Sabine took a hesitant bite at first, but then seemed to melt. Ezra was smiling with all of it, as he watched Sabine seemingly inhale the food.

Sabine caught his eye. "What? The baby's hungry, too."

Ezra burst out laughing, "I never doubted that. Almost 4 months pregnant, these things will happen, right?"

Sabine laughed softly, "I suppose. I feel like I haven't eaten in years."

"You just emptied an entire plate in 5 seconds!" Ezra chuckled.

"2 minutes. It took two minutes," Sabine corrected, making Ezra roll his eyes.

"You know what I mean." There was a pause. "You want some more?" he asked, gesturing to the rest of the food.

Sabine nodded, "Of course."

Ezra placed some more of his homemade cuisine onto Sabine's plate, and she was smiling the entire time. This time she took her time to eat so she wouldn't feel the aftereffects of eating too fast later. She thought back to the day Ezra first proposed to her, when they were having lunch. She grinned and shook her head a bit, and Ezra noticed.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking of the day you first proposed," she replied. Ezra relaxed and sat back into his chair. Sabine continued to speak.

"I actually want to ask you something," she said.

"Alright," Ezra said as he leaned forward, interested with what Sabine wants to say.

"When we were having lunch that day, or any other day for this matter, why did you always eat the Souffle?" she asked, while trying to stifle a giggle.

Ezra thought for a moment, "I really don't know. It can be a main dish, or whenever it's sweetened it is a dessert."

"When I mixed it with my food it tasted very sweet like a dessert," Sabine pointed out.

"You... Well, I..." Ezra stammered, trying to come up with an answer.

Sabine giggled, "You've always been quite odd with these sort of things."

Ezra chuckled a little bit then, realizing it was pretty strange. It wasn't really like him to have desserts for lunch. Sabine was giving him a curious look again.

"Well, speaking of Souffle a la Lothal... did you happen to make some?" she asked softly, her eyebrow raised and her head cocked to one side.

"Let me guess," Ezra began with a smile. "The baby wants some?"

"Actually, both of us want some," Sabine said, resting her elbows on the table and resting her head on her hands.

Ezra grinned, "Of course. Can't have a meal like this without a dessert now can we?"

Sabine smiled, "Good. But first, we have to finish this."

Ezra faked an annoyed groan, "Aww, do I have to?"

Sabine played along with him, "Yes you have to, silly. You can't skip dinner and go straight to dessert."

Ezra stood up, grinning, "Why don't you stop me?"

Sabine laughed, "I bet I can."

Ezra tried to walk past Sabine, but she also stood up and wrapped her arms around his, forcing him to stop.

"Hold it right there, Master Jedi," Sabine cooed. "You're not going anywhere."

Ezra grinned, "And who's going to stop me?"

Sabine spun him around so he was facing her, and she pinned him against the wall. She pressed her body to his, her leg sliding between his, her swollen belly pressed ever so slightly against his own muscle toned abs. Her hands were resting on his muscular chest, pushing him back so he couldn't move. Their faces just inches away, then centimeters, then millimeters, their noses brushed past each other. Ezra was motionless from surprise, and the fact Sabine had her weight on him, plus the weight of the unborn child.

"I'm stopping you right now, aren't I?" Sabine said, her voice almost inaudible.

Ezra closed the very small gap and their foreheads connected, "Even with your pregnancy I can't win against you, can I?"

Sabine giggled, "My dear Ezra, you should already know long by now that Mandalorians never let anything stop them."

She pressed her lips to his for a moment, and tugged at his lower lip with her teeth while separating. She's been doing that alot since their wedding, always a sign she wants some fun. She's also been extra flirty since that day as well, and Ezra relished every moment of it. He's always dreamed of being with Sabine and that dream has become a reality in ways better than he originally thought it would be.

"You have a point, dear," Ezra said, sensing his wife's internal reaction to his words. He smiled and returned the quick kiss she had given him just moments before. Sabine relished every moment of it as much as Ezra did, but they still had food on their plates so they had to finish before it all grew cold.

*Meanwhile*

Hera and Kanan were awake, barely. Their child was crying again in her crib next to their bed and wouldn't stay quiet.

"Kanan, it's your turn," Hera mumbled, only half awake.

"Can't you do it? You're literally right next to her," Kanan groaned.

Hera kicked him and he jumped out of bed.

"Alright, I'll take care of her," he said, now more awake from the kick.

He walked over to the crib and peeked inside. Almost immediately, Dawn stopped crying, sensing her father's presence right next to her. She reached up with her little, green hands, wanting to be held. Kanan obliged and the young Twi'lek/Human hybrid squealed happily. It was impossible for Hera and Kanan to keep a straight face whenever she did that.

"You amaze me, you know that?" Kanan said quietly, holding his index finger over his child so she could play with it. She gurgled and squeaked in reply.

"You never gave any signs you were there, and I didn't sense anything out of the usual," he added.

Dawn coughed twice, then yawned. She slowly closed her eyes as she drifted back to sleep. Kanan carefully laid her back in her little bed and pulled a blanket over her before returning to bed himself.

"Nice job," Hera mumbled.

Kanan groaned sleepily in reply just before falling back to sleep himself. Dawn was quiet for the rest of the night.

Ezra and Sabine were lying in bed, enjoying their quiet moment together. She was on her side, and Ezra was behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his steady breathing hitting the back of her neck, making her occasionally gasp as it sent slight chills down her spine. His breaths were slower than Sabine's primarily because he was practically asleep already, though they did makeout for a good hour and a half beforehand. Sabine was more asleep than awake, but was more aware of their surroundings than Ezra; He was out like the light.

"Ezra..." she purred when his steady breathing sent more chills down her spine; She couldn't sleep when she felt pleasure of any kind.

Even though he was sound asleep, he could still hear Sabine's voice cut into his sleep. It was faint, but he knew what she wanted. He adjusted his head, allowing Sabine to slide her head under his chin. She sighed, fully content with the change. Ezra smiled in his sleep, sensing her comfort.

The next day, Sabine was up early, as usual, and was preparing breakfast; Waffles with some fruits: All sorts of berries, some Jogan fruits, and a couple Meilooruns Ezra managed to find in the markets two days before. She was making Muja sauce, a common topping for the waffles. She smiled when Ezra walked in and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Well, good morning to you, too," Sabine giggled. "Sleep well?"

Ezra nodded, obviously still too tired to speak. He buried his face into the crook of her neck; Sabine tilted her head to one side to give him more room.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," Ezra said quietly.

Sabine gasped softly. Right after Ezra said that he kissed her neck for a few moments, leaving a few temporary marks on her olive skin. Ezra had become quite fluent in Mando'a, much to Sabine's surprise. It wasn't an easy language to learn. Her family was even more surprised considering his personal history.

"Ezra, I think we can agree that I love you more," Sabine said, turning around after turning the heat on the stove down a bit so she wouldn't burn the waffles.

Ezra grinned, "That's debatable. I fell for you when I first saw you."

Sabine rolled her eyes, but had a smile on her face, "If you mean on the Ghost, then keep telling yourself that."

She turned back to the stove and put some of the fresh toppings on the waffles, flipped them over, and applied the topping to the other side. She had them sit for about a minute before taking them off the stove. She sat at the table with a plate of freshly cooked waffles and a mug of caf. Ezra did the same and instead of sitting at the opposite side of the small table, he decided to sit right next to Sabine. She snuggled up to him while they ate, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I've always wondered what it was like to have a normal life, away from constant fighting," Sabine began suddenly. "Now I know."

Ezra looked down at her, "What do you think about it?"

"It's a bit boring, honestly. The only action we have here is what we do in bed," Sabine said. She smiled up at her husband. "Don't get me wrong, but I like a little more adventure as well."

Ezra smiled in return, "I know what you mean. Everything's as quiet as that old radio tower I used to live in."

They continued to eat their breakfast, having small conversations about whatever they could come up with. After they finished eating, Sabine went to take a shower and Ezra went to the holotable in the common room to watch the holonet. He activated it and saw all sorts of reports of terrorist attacks in multiple outer rim systems, shootouts between stormtroopers and criminal gang members who took no sides in the war, and after switching through multiple channels, only saw Imperial propaganda and food channels. A few sitcoms here and there, and some game shows and sports, but otherwise nothing too unusual. It wasn't until he found the frequency for the Senate's private channel. There was talk of a lot of spent money, more than there's ever been. There were senators complaining about the military having assignments so secretive it's terrifying. Ezra was so sick of hearing about politics that he just shut off the holonet and walked outside for some fresh air.

Sabine wanted to get dressed in her normal outfit, but her pregnancy didn't allow her to wear her bodysuit, which frustrated her. Still, she would never regret everything she's done with Ezra. She walked out of the room, but her belly felt a bit cold. Something wasn't right, she's felt that cold enough that she understood it. It wasn't medical, it was something only her Force-sensitive child, and her husband, could feel.

"Ezra?" she called, walking to the common room. She looked around the house, and found Ezra on the back deck, slumped over the railing. He seemed to be cold.

"Ezra..." she said again.

"She felt it, too?" he asked, talking about Mira.

"Yes, what you do think it is?" Sabine asked then, sliding her arm around his and grasping his hand.

"I don't know... something just doesn't feel right..." he said. Sabine cuddled close to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"We need to contact Hera. See if she knows anything," she said. Ezra reluctantly nodded.

"I don't know much, but there's talk of some sort of weapon," Hera said, keeping half the holotable open to communications and another half is a map of the galaxy.

"Sabine?" Ezra asked.

She shook her head, "I never heard of any other weapons other than the ones I've told you about. I was never a high ranked officer in the Academy, so I wouldn't have had the clearance."

"Where's Kanan?" Ezra asked.

"He's with Dawn. He felt the same thing, and so did she," Hera answered, concern in her voice.

"Should we come back?" Sabine asked, then.

"I'd hate to drag you back from you honeymoon so soon, but yes. For your safety you need to return to Yavin," Hera said.

"We understand. That's the reason we called," Ezra said.

"I'll see you two soon. Be careful," Hera said as the channel was closed. She turned back to the map, holographic shapes of ships scattered all around the galaxy. The entire Rebel fleet has been scattered in this time of high security.

"General," a girl called over. She obviously didn't want to be there in the first place, but she was only there to do what her father wished her to do.

"Jyn, are you sure you want to do this?" Hera asked, remembering Jyn Erso's inspiring speech in the command center.

"My father gave me the coordinates. We need to get those plans!" Jyn said.

"I'm with you on that, but most of the Rebellion..."

"Screw them then. We can do it, I know we can!" Jyn said. "I won't let anymore innocence die by this superweapon."

Hera thought for a moment and concluded, "I'll see what I can do from here."

Jyn nodded and led a group of rebel soldiers to a shuttle, piloted by the reprogrammed Imperial droid and the defector Imp pilot, Bodhi Rook.

I feel I escalated things a little too fast, jumping straight to the events of Rogue One and all that. If I got anything wrong or if something doesn't add up, feel free to let me know and I will try to fix it.