AN: Hey look, the story is reborn! Sorry for the long wait on this one. No excuses, only the knowledge that I'm taking this one off hiatus and have an ending in sight.

Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals
Sighting: Odessen (unconfirmed)

Life has a way of sweeping the rug out from under you. I've considered what a future with Torian might mean, even factored in the possibility of children. I always knew that he'd make a great father, if only to spite his own by doing a better job of it. It was something we'd handle in the future, once the war settled, and the galaxy got back to normal. I should've known better.

Shit, shit, shit. Sadio sat on the fresher floor, fingers tangled in her hair while Torian reminded her to breathe from the holo by her feet. He was only a few inches tall, upright only by a fluke of landing when she'd dropped the device. Every now and then, Torian looked over his shoulder, shouted some order, then returned to her.

"Riduur, look at me." Sadio peeked from behind her wrists at Torian's prompt. His hair stuck out in every direction, mussed by the helmet he should be wearing. "Are you safe?"

Safe was a relative term that depended largely on the results of the test percolating on the sink ledge. Mentally, Sadio was a wreck, but that wasn't what Torian wanted to know. Without bothering to hide her turmoil, she nodded. "I'm on Odessen." She looked around the unfinished room before admitting how low she'd sunk to her husband. "Locked in the commander's fresher."

Torian's barked laugh made Sadio jump. "Do I want to know how you got access to that?"

"Wanda's idea." Sadio resisted the urge to stick out her tongue. She couldn't tell Torian over open channels that the commander of the Alliance had four children herself, and thus kept all the supplies a woman in Sadio's position might need at hand. The Barsen'thor and her husband made for a fertile combination. Sadio had heard quiet jesting in the cantina that the couple was trying to build their own army from scratch. She changed the subject. "Are you?"

"Safe?" Torian offered a lopsided grin that Sadio thought looked forced. There was no mistaking the battle sounds in the distance, or the flurry of activity behind him. "As safe as possible. I'm back at base, coordinating clans with a couple of others. The Mand'alor managed a good turn out with his call. Shame he got himself killed so soon. Vizla seems to be doing an alright job so far. Don't think she likes it much."

Sadio scrounged a weak smile. "Who would?"

The timer dinged, and Sadio's thoughts stumbled over one another until all that was left was a numb sense of the inevitable. She stared at the visible part of the test barely hanging over the edge, but couldn't make her muscles move. "That it?" Torian asked. Sadio nodded again, or, she intended to. Every nerve ending had locked up, so she couldn't be sure if her body obeyed. Torian blew out a breath. "Want me to read it?"

"Yeah." Through massive will, Sadio managed to get to her knees, though it likely hadn't been with any grace, and snagged the strip from where it poked over the cabinet. She held it towards the holo, unable to force her eyes to acknowledge what her hands held.

Sadio watched as Torian leaned forward, her stomach in painful knots while she tried to not gauge his reaction. The change couldn't be ignored. Torian's baby blues softened, then a triumphant smile spread across his face. It was all the confirmation she needed.

"Fuck" Sadio lurched towards the toilet and unloaded what little she'd managed to get down that morning.

Torian's voice reached Sadio from where she'd left him, but his words were indistinct. Sadio hadn't seen her husband in three months, and had been so busy running supplies for the Alliance that the lack of a period didn't register, not until the nausea set in. Sadio had assumed it was some bug that she could sleep off, but after a few days and a bra that no longer fit, she finally caught on.

Settling on her heels, Sadio wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared towards the holo. "This is your fault."

The bastard had the audacity to laugh. "How do you figure that?"

"If you'd just—" Sadio paused when another wave of nausea struck, swallowed it, and continued with her accusations. "Just gotten on that damn shuttle when Corridan called, I wouldn't be puking my guts out every hour."

"I don't remember you complaining then," Torian's voice lowered to a husky pitch that had always coaxed her into bed. Sadio refused to let it affect her this time.

Flushing the toilet, Sadio went to the sink and swished some water. Finally, she looked at the happy little icon in her palm that announced that in a few, long months, she'd be the guardian of a brand new, defenseless human. She groaned and thumped her head against the wall.

"It'll be okay," Torian crooned from where he waited by the door, still only inches tall and so far away. "We knew this would happen eventually. Even planned for it. Kinda."

"I wasn't alone in those plans." Sadio sighed and folded herself back onto the floor, knees pulled forward and elbows resting on top. "This was supposed to be a team effort."

Torian waved for someone to take his place, then moved to a quieter location. "It still is. Let me talk to Vizla, see if I can get a pass. Can't imagine she'd deny it for something like this. Family is everything." He paused, jaw working like he'd tasted something bitter and couldn't decide if it was best to spit it out or swallow. Sadio cocked a brow, tilting her head to one side to show her irritation. Torian sighed. "I...would prefer for you not to take any more missions, just for a bit. Go home and get some rest. See if this sickness will pass before throwing yourself into another dogfight."

As much as Sadio wanted to throw Torian's suggestion back at him, home sounded wonderful. She missed the salty air and gentle lap of the waves outside their hut. Defeated, Sadio blew out a breath, then made a mental note to brush her teeth before talking to anyone face to face. "Yeah. Okay. I'll meet you there?"

"Count on it. I've got to go, Riduur. See you soon." Torian's image flickered away, leaving Sadio on the floor of an alien fresher in the middle of a war zone.

Sadio wasn't sure how long she sat on that cold tile, but the knock on the door startled her. "Still alive, girly?"

Climbing onto stiff legs, Sadio palmed open the door to find Wanda with arms spread, prepared to receive her sobbing daughter. Of course, Sadio didn't realize that's what she'd become until Wanda wiped the tears from her cheeks. "So, I'm going to be a grammy?" Sadio's snorted laugh brought fresh tears to her eyes. Wanda chuckled and wiped those away too. "Bet Torian's over the moon; all of them. So, What now?"

Straightening, Sadio pushed the conflicting emotions down. She was happy to carry Torian's child, of course, but the timing...they should have planned better. Sadio took a breath, looked Wanda in the eyes, and failed to push the terror from her voice. "I'm going home."