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If you see this ~XXX~ in the story, it means a flashback, FYI.

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Chapter 46

Epilogue

~Three Months Later~

~X~

"Our strength was once in our numbers. Now we live in the shadows, only to come above ground one at a time."

~Pre Vizsla~

"Mando!" Greef shouted as Din entered the bar. Everyone of course turned and looked - much to the Mandalorian's displeasure. "Back so soon?"

"The jobs are done," he informed the man, tossing four tracking fobs onto the table in front of him. Din then unclipped the strap for his incinerator rifle and removed it from off his back before taking a seat across from him.

"Impressive," Greef commented, sliding the fobs to the side. "Most impressive." Then looking around, he noticed that the Mandalorian was alone. "Ravana didn't join you this time?"

"I am," he agreed. "Ravana said she thought the kid needed some time planet-side."

"Ahhh, no wonder you completed the jobs so quickly, you must be eager to get home to them," Greef nodded, reaching out to take the fobs before placing a pile of credits on the table in their place. "Well, be sure to give Ravana my best and tell her we missed her this time around."

"I will," Din agreed, pocketing his pay without a word of complaint. Greef knew better than to try and dicker him down or pull any of that Imperial Credit crap on him. The last time he'd tried, Cara had slapped him upside the head, resulting in the most comical look of shock Din had ever seen on Karga's face.

"You need any more?" the guild man asked, gesturing to a small stack of pucks at his left.

"No, I want to spend some time with Ravana before I go out again," he said with a shake of his head. "The covert is doing well, and Paz has been able to make contact with two other clans since acquiring the Dark Saber."

"Yes, Cara told me," Greef nodded, snickering just a bit at the mention of Paz. "Trust me, not a day goes by that she doesn't let some fact about that man slip out of her mouth. If I wasn't afraid she'd pound me into the ground, I'd be tempted to tease her a bit about it."

"I wouldn't if I were you," Din warned, his eyes catching sight of the very woman they were talking about coming in the back door. "In fact…I'd wipe that grin off your face right now, because here she comes."

"Your bounties are all off-loaded and being processed," Cara announced as she came to stand beside the table. "Has Greef paid you?"

"Yes," Din nodded.

"And to his satisfaction, I might add," Karga piped up, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding on that subject.

"Good," Cara smiled, knowing she had her boss right where she wanted him…in fear of her. "So, you heading back to Anoah right away or taking on some more jobs?"

"Heading back," Din informed her. "Been out for over a week, and that's too long."

"Odd that Ravana didn't come with you this time," she mused, knowing that her friend enjoyed tagging along when Din went on bounty runs. Unless of course he deemed them too dangerous for her and the kid, but this hadn't been one of those times…or at least from what she gathered while inspecting the bounties she'd just unloaded.

"I thought so too," Din muttered, his brows furrowing beneath his helmet. She had been acting rather strange the last few days before he'd left.

"Women. No one can figure them out," Greef offered, only realizing his mistake when Cara's hand came in contact with the back of his head. "Ouch! Stop that!"

"I will when you stop saying stupid things," she informed him.

"You work for me, remember?" the man grumbled, rubbing at the area she'd struck. "You should show more respect."

"I show respect when it's earned," she said with a shrug. She then turned to Din with a smile. "Speaking of…would you mind delivering a message for me?"

"Sure," he agreed. "Who for?" As if he didn't already know.

"Oh, no one special," she chuckled, pulling out a small chip and placing it in the Mandalorian's open palm. "Just tell him I said hello."

"Will do," Din assured her, pocketing the device and getting up. "I'll see you both on the next run."

"Bring Ravana and Junior next time," Cara instructed. "It gets rather lonely around here without anyone to talk with."

"And what am I?" Greef questioned in a huffy tone. "Chopped Bantha Meat?"

"I meant someone intelligent to talk with," she clarified, rolling her eyes. "Give them my love, Din."

Nodding his agreement he collected his weapon, chuckling to himself as he heard Cara and Karga bickering behind him as he went.

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Once back on the Razor Crest, he powered up the engines and took off, wanting to return to Ravana as quickly as possible. The credits he'd earned would keep the covert well supplied for some time, but there would always be a need for more. More food, more supplies, more of everything. For thankfully, their numbers were growing – slowly, but they were getting larger. And if Paz was able to contact and unite more of their clans, there would be even more of a need. He'd been careful to accept reasonably safe bounties, and he imagined Greef had been saving the highest paying ones for him on purpose. Ravana had gone with him on at least three bounty runs, as well as a trip back to Leban to have Junior's name written in the records of his people.

Koda had indeed been happy to see them again, as were Nilla and Moda, with the four of them remaining on the planet for several days. It was good for Junior to interact with others of his own kind, and Din was pleased to see they'd accomplished much in rebuilding their village. All in all, it was a very successful trip.

Still, they were always happy to head back to Anoah when the jobs were done, with the family of four having chosen to consider the planet and the covert their home base. He would of course continue bounty hunting but had expressed his wish for Ravana and the kid to remain planet-side for safety sake. Sadly, Kuiil had been correct…his stubborn wife not taken to the idea, at all.

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"Are you out of your mind?" Ravana had balked when Din had broached the subject. "If you think I'm going to sit around here twiddling my thumbs playing housewife while you go skipping across the galaxy, then you are out of your kriffing mind, Din Djarin."

"I only want you and Junior to be safe," he insisted.

"And why wouldn't we be safe when we're with you?" she challenged.

"Oh, I don't know," he stated sarcastically. "Because there will always be someone like Gideon out there who wants to harm the kid, or you…or me, for that matter."

"Then it's vital we do go with you, for your protection," Ravana told him with a smug smile.

"Nu draar!" {absolutely not!} Din growled, not liking it when she twisted his meaning around so that what she said made perfect sense.

"Fine," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Sometimes she wished she wasn't catching on to Mando'a so quickly and could feign ignorance when he told her no in his own language. "How about this...I will promise to stay behind when you go on a job that you deem overly dangerous."

"That sounds reasonable," he agreed, wondering why she had suddenly become willing to concede.

"On one condition though," she added, holding up her hand.

"And that is?" Din knew this had been too easy.

"That you promise never to take on a job that is overly dangerous." Here she grinned at him like the Loth-cat that ate the cream.

"Why do I even bother?" he sighed, reaching up to rub his forehead in frustration.

"Because you love me," she responded, standing up and taking the few steps necessary to ease herself onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him as she snuggled in close. "Tell you what," she said with a sigh that would rival one of his own. "I'll agree to stay home when the bounty hunting jobs are too dangerous, as long as you promise to take Paz with you for back up? Would that be a compromise you can live with?"

"I think that can be arranged," Din agreed, bending his neck so that he could place a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, cyar'ika." {my darling}

"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" she questioned, pulling back so she could look up into his eyes – something she swore she would never take for granted now that he removed his helmet every time they were alone. "I'd say we've got this marriage thing down pat, wouldn't you?"

"Elek," {yes} he replied, always trying to incorporate Mando'a into their conversations, for Ravana was a quick learner and she picked up on things fast. "We are doing very well."

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And until he left for this last job, Din had continued to think that was the case. Yet, with the way Ravana had been acting, he wasn't so sure now. Had she chosen to remain on Anoah because she was growing tired of his company? Had he done something wrong? He couldn't think of anything he might have said or did that would have upset her. But then again, he'd also once thought telling her she could get a lot of money by selling her body had been a compliment. How wrong he'd been.

"Maybe I said something stupid like Greef and need a good slap upside the head as well," he muttered, punching in the coordinates for Anoah. "I suppose I'll find out when I get back." He then shook his head in annoyance. "Wayii, {good grief} now I'm starting to talk to myself."

He really needed to get home and speak with Ravana.

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Ravana was stunned…utterly stunned.

"I'm pregnant," she muttered under her breath as she walked out of the medical facility. "I'm going to have a baby."

When the kid made a questioning noise, as if asking her what she meant, she looked down at him in his little carrier slung over her shoulder.

"I know you don't understand, Junior…I hardly do myself," she confessed. "But it means you're going to have a brother or sister in a little less than seven months, give or take a few days." When she'd began to feel a bit different, she'd begged off going with Din on his hunting trip, so she could make arrangements to see if her suspicions were correct. And they had medical droid had stated that conception had taken place very soon after their wedding…within the first two weeks in fact. "I guess that's what we get for locking ourselves in our rooms and not leaving for days on end."

Reaching down, she ran her hand over her flat stomach, wondering how soon it would be before she began to show. It was times like these that she really did miss her mother, for right now she could use a bit of feminine advice. Cara was really the only one she had to talk with about private things like this, and though she visited regularly…mostly thanks to Paz…she wasn't sure her questions could wait till then. Her next choice would be the Armorer, but for some reason Din didn't seem to feel comfortable with her talking to the woman about their private matters. So that left her with…well, no one.

Oh, she'd made a few friends among the covert, but none that she felt she could share a subject like this with, at least not yet. She'd made a quite a few acquaintances among the covert, having taken on the job of helping out with the foundlings when she wasn't skipping around the galaxy with Din, and she hoped they might become close friends one day…but that would take time.

That was why she was now wandering around the marketplace of Anoah, unsure of what to do or who to talk with. Din would be back today, or at least that's what he'd said in the message he'd sent. So, regardless of the fact that he probably knew even less about this kind of thing than she did, he was the only one Ravana could confide in…and rightly so, with him being the father and all.

"I guess, your daddy and I will just have to fumble through this together," she told the String-bean, reaching down to rub his little head affectionately. "And really, how hard can it be? We're doing pretty good taking care of you, right? What's one more?"

Again the kid only cooed and gurgled, sounding encouraging, yet unable to articulate any true words of comfort. It was then that Ravana caught sight of someone in the marketplace she actually recognized. She hadn't had much opportunity to explore the town since settling on Anoah, for there was always much to do inside the covert, as well as heading off-world with Din on his hunting trips. So when the older gentleman who owned the stall that Junior had once pilfered the holo-cube from came into view, she thought it might be a nice time to reestablish their acquaintance. Ravana recalled that he'd been the kindly sort, not holding Junior's sticky little fingers against him, so she headed over – hoping that a bit of friendly conversation would prove a good distraction.

"Hello, there," she greeted him when she drew close. "Do you remember me?"

At first, he looked perplexed, but when his eyes fell upon Junior, sitting happily in his carrying bag, his eyes brightened with recognition.

"Yes, I do," he laughed, heading around to the front of the stall. "Though to be honest, I recall your little friend here more."

"He is rather difficult to forget," Ravana laughed. "But don't worry, I'm keeping a close eye on him this time."

"Don't give it another thought," the man chuckled. "All's forgiven."

It was then, as he stepped out into full view that Ravana noticed he was missing a leg. Well, he was missing his real one at least, a metal one attached in its place looked to be doing a fine job as a replacement. He didn't seem to let it bother him, though his limp was rather pronounced. When she realized she was staring, she quickly composed herself, blushing at her ill manners.

"Oh, forgive me," she begged. "I didn't mean to stare."

"I'm used to it," he assured her in an understanding tone, reaching down to pat at the metal object. "It's an old model, nothing like some of the ones they're using on the more affluent planets, but it does the trick."

"Well, it was still rude of me to stare," she pointed out. "So, tell me, what have you got for sale today? I'm in the mood to buy something frivolous."

"Then it's your lucky day," he grinned, waving his arm across the front of his stand. "I've just restocked my supply of frivolities."

Ravana and the man continued to chat while she perused his wares, at last settling on a hand carved toy for the kid, one that resembled a Wookie with movable arms and legs.

"Won't your daddy just love this," she told Junior, handing over the money for the item. When the kid was happily playing with his new toy, she turned back to the man. "Did you make this?"

"Sure did," he stated proudly. "I've always enjoyed working with my hands. I love tinkering with everything from carving wood, to engineering holo-cubes." Here he gave her a wink. "My wife, Nat, always says it's a good thing I lost my leg and not one of these." Here he held up both hands. "Otherwise I would have driven her crazy by now if I were unable to tinker around."

"You do fine work," she complimented. "I'll have to bring my husband back sometime so he can inspect your craftsmanship."

"Please do," he invited. "The more customers the better."

"You can count on it," she laughed, extending her hand in introduction. "I'm Ravana, by the way, and this here is Junior."

"Pleased to meet you, Ravana," he smiled, the wrinkles next to his eyes showing that he did so often. "I'm Bernard. Bernard Djarin."

Ravana wasn't sure what happened, but the next thing she knew the man was reaching out to catch her, a look of pure panic on his face.

"Whoa there! Careful now," he exclaimed, one hand on her arm and the other supporting her back as she managed to find her feet. "You look as if you're about to pass out. Are you all right?"

Ravana didn't know how to respond. Was it possible? Had he just said his name was Bernard Djarin? Granted, this was a very large galaxy, and there had to be another man…perhaps many of them…who shared that name. And yet, as she stared up at his concerned eyes, there was no mistaking the fact that they were the same shade of brown as Din's. And, hadn't he just said his wife's name was Nat? Could Nat be short for Natalia? Was this Din's father?

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," she apologized, shaking her head a bit as she pulled herself together. "It must be the heat. I didn't think to bring any water with me while I was out, and it seems to have taken a toll." Of course that was a lie, for she did indeed have a canteen of liquid in her bag, just in case Junior got thirsty.

"Then come with me," he instructed, guiding her around his stall. "I live just there, and you can rest inside for a bit until you feel better." He turned and called out to the man at the next booth. "Will you keep an eye on things for me, Jos?" When the man gave a wave of compliance, he continued on, with Ravana giving no resistance. "Nat will be tickled for the company, she really doesn't get out much."

"Oh…I…I would love to meet your wife," Ravana stammered, wondering if she might become lightheaded all over again if this all proves to be real and not some very odd coincidence.

"Right this way," he urged, his hand still hovering near her back, ready to reach out and support her should she need it. "We'll get you a nice cool drink and let you sit a spell before sending you on your way. Can't have my best customer of the day taking ill, now can I?"

"Your best customer of the day?" Ravana asked curiously.

"Well…my only customer so far," he confessed a bit sheepishly. "Some days are better than others, but there's not much demand for my wares, not when most around here spend their credits on necessities like food and clothing. As you said, not a lot of use for frivolous items."

"But your things are beautiful," she refuted. "People have to appreciate your craftmanship."

"Sadly, with the way things are, they appreciate a full belly and a roof over their heads more," he said. "And speaking of roofs…here is mine." At this, he directed her to a door, pushing it open as he stepped inside. "Nat, we have company," he called out, ushering her inside and into the main room.

"Oh? And who might that be?" came the voice of a woman from the other room. Moments later, she stepped through an archway, an engaging smile on her face as she dried her hands on a towel.

It took Ravana only seconds to notice two things. The first one being that the woman was blind. Her eyes were milky and glassed over, both staring straight ahead, not focused on anything in particular. Still, her steps were steady and sure, proving that she was very familiar with the layout of the room. The second thing that was painfully clear to Ravana, was that this could be none other than Din's mother. Yes, her husband might share the same build and eyes of the man beside her, but he got his smile from her. There was no denying it…these were Din's parents; Bernard and Natalia Djarin.

"This is Ravana," Bernard introduced. "She was shopping at my booth when she got a little dehydrated and almost passed out on me."

"Oh, dear," the woman, Nat, exclaimed. "Have her sit down immediately! I'll get her a drink."

"Best make that two," Bernard called after her. "She has her son with her as well."

"You really don't need to go to all this trouble," Ravana insisted, feeling very foolish now for having worried these nice people. "I'm fine, really."

"Nonsense," Bernard insisted, guiding her to a chair. "Nat loves to mother people."

"It's true," Nat piped up, apparently having heard her husband's words as she walked back into the room carrying two cups. "If I can't dote on someone, I end up lavishing it all on Bernard, and then he claims I'm smothering him. So let me fuss a little."

"Well…a cool drink does sound nice," Ravana acquiesced, knowing that Junior might need a sip of something as well. "As long as I'm not intruding."

"Never," Natalia assured her, allowing Bernard to take the drinks from her hand. "So, you have a little one with you? I brought him some milk, I hope he likes it. He's being very quiet…is he asleep?"

"No, not asleep," Ravana told her. "Junior's just a bit shy and is taking everything in." Yet, the moment Bernard handed him the cup of milk, he let out a squeak of joy, placing it to his lips and slurping it quite loudly.

"Ah, now that sounds like a healthy child to me," Nat laughed. "How old is Junior? Two, perhaps?"

"Well…actually, he's somewhere around fifty, from what we've been told" she revealed, cringing slightly as she watched the two pull back in surprise. "His species ages very slowly…and apparently lives a great deal longer than most."

"His species?" Nat questioned, unable to see what the child looked like.

"He's a small green thing," Bernard was quick to explain, serving as her eyes in this case. "Remember me telling you about the adorable little thief I had at the stall a few months back? This is him."

"Oh?" at this the woman seemed to brighten with excitement. "I do recall you telling me about him."

"My husband and I adopted him," Ravana clarified. "He might not look anything like us, but we love him nonetheless."

"Of course you do," Natalia stated. "You don't have to give birth to a child to call him your own." She then got a hopeful look on her face. "Would it be all right if I held him? Bernard described him to me in great detail, but I would love to see for myself…with my hands, obviously."

"I don't think he'd mind at all," Ravana assured her, taking the now empty cup from Junior and setting it aside. It took little effort to pass him over to Nat, her heart catching in her throat to think that this woman was technically his grandmother.

"Well hello there, sweet thing," Natalia cooed, her fingers gently inspecting the child's ears and head, with him making happy noises the whole time. "It's been a while since I've got to hold one as little as you. And you might be fifty in years, but to me you feel more like a toddler."

"That's what we believe too," Ravana agreed. "Though, supposedly he will reach adulthood by one-hundred."

"Amazing," Bernard said in awe.

"You're just the cutest thing," Nat continued to tell Junior, much to his delight. "Is he your only one?"

Ravana almost choked on her water, suddenly recalling that no, Junior was not her only child anymore. Still, now was hardly the time to be making such announcements.

"Yes…he's our only child," she said. "Unless you count Zax, our pet zaktan. But he stayed at home today. So it's just the two of us out and about."

"And your husband?" Bernard questioned, his eyes suddenly seeming to be focused on the pendant around Ravana's neck. "Where is he?"

"Off planet at the moment, though he should be home this evening," she revealed, wondering why her necklace appeared to bother him so much. Ravana had considered asking him, but just then she saw Junior raise his hands towards Natalia's damaged eyes, turning to look at her questioningly.

She'd been working with him, reinforcing the idea that he needed to keep his abilities a secret, and to check with her or Din before he used them in front of people. So, a quick shake of her head caused him to stop, lowering his hands with a slight look of disappointment. Thankfully, Ravana seemed to be the only one who noticed this, and the conversation continued on without pause.

"Oh, Bernard, do you remember when our son was this little?" Natalia asked, bouncing Junior on her knee, and making him giggle.

"That was a long time ago," he agreed, his tone and expression a mixture of nostalgia and pain.

"You have a son?" here was Ravana's opening, and she took it.

"Yes, his name is Din," Natalia informed her, motherly pride shining through her clouded eyes.

"Sadly, the day I lost my leg, and Nat lost her sight, was the day we also lost our son as well," Bernard supplied quietly.

"Oh…I'm so sorry," Ravana said, unsure what else to say at that moment.

"Don't be sorry," the woman stated, giving her husband a frustrated look. "He's not dead…just lost. He's still alive, I know he is. A mother can tell these things."

"Nat," Bernard said, giving a heavy sigh - one that so resembled Din's that it nearly brought tears to Ravana's eyes. "We've been over this a million times."

"And we'll go over it a million more until you finally believe me," she huffed. She then turned her head in Ravana's direction. "Forgive us, it's an old argument, one you don't need to be put in the middle of. But suffice it to say, our son is still alive and one day we will find him. I just know it."

Oh, if you only knew, Ravana thought to herself. If you only knew.

Ravana was at a loss as to what she should do. Would telling them be appropriate, or would it be best to wait and speak with Din first? As tempting as it was to just blurt it out, getting them to believe her might be difficult without proof. Besides, she owed it to her husband to let him decide how to handle the situation. Thus, she kept her mouth shut and did her best not to let anything slip.

"So, you said your husband was off-planet?" Natalia continued, not in the least fazed by their prior line of conversation. "What does he do for work, if I might ask?"

Ravana was about to reply, but Bernard held up his hand and placed his finger to his lips in a plea for silence.

"Nat, darling," he cut in. "I think the kid here would enjoy another cup of milk…and maybe one of those biscuits you baked this morning."

"I'm sure he would," she agreed, only too happy to oblige. And as Bernard had apparently planned, the idea caused her forget all about her previous question. "Would it be all right if I gave him one, Ravana?"

"Nothing would make him happier," she assured Natalia. "Food is his second favorite thing."

"Oh, and what's his first?" Bernard asked.

"Zax," Ravana laughed. "Or his father. Some days it's a tossup."

"Well, maybe after he tries my biscuits, he might just change his mind," the blind woman chuckled, picking up the kid and heading back into the kitchen, talking sweetly to him the whole way.

Once it was just the two of them, Bernard leaned over, lowering his voice as he quickly explained his actions.

"Please forgive me for cutting you off just then," he apologized. "I…I noticed your pendant and could only guess that your husband is part of the Mandalorian covert that has recently relocated to Anoah. Am I correct?"

"Yes…he is a Mandalorian," she confessed, seeing no harm in revealing that bit of information.

Here Bernard paused, checking to make sure that his wife was out of earshot.

"You see, for years we have searched for our son, wishing to believe that he might have survived the Separatist attack on our planet. The battle droids that laid waste to our city stole my wife's sight, and the loss of my leg was only one of the many injuries I sustained. In the aftermath, we were left with no solid proof if our son was alive or dead," he said.

"But what does that have to do with the Mandalorians, and why wouldn't you want me to tell your wife who my husband was?" Ravana asked, her heart breaking at the sound of the desperation in his voice.

"You see, it took nearly a year before we were both physically able to even start to look for him," he continued sadly. "Yet by then, any trail there may have been had grown cold. Still, Nat refused to believe that he perished that day, saying she would feel it in her heart if he had died…continuing to claim he's alive, even after all these years. Our only hope was that he had been rescued by the group of Mandalorians that came to our aid during the attack, yet we were never able to locate that particular clan again. Then came the Great Purge, as they call it – "

"And all the clans were scattered," Ravana finished for him, knowing just what he was about to say.

"Exactly," Bernard nodded. "Since then, we've been searching any planet formerly inhabited by the warrior creed, in hopes of finding anyone affiliated with those who were there that day. We've spent the last several decades moving from planet to planet, as our finances allowed. Digging through any files we could find that managed to survive the Purge, speaking to any association that might help, and asking the few Mandalorians we chanced to encounter if they had ever heard of our son." Once more he paused and gave a heavy sigh. "When we came here to Anoah and found no Mandalorians at all, I saw it as a sign that we should face the truth at last and give up. The constant disappointment has taken its toll on Nat, and I can't stand to see her hope slowly be eaten away anymore. Thus…when I heard that a group of Mandalorians had recently appeared, I kept that information from my wife. Please, understand, if she hears they are here, it will get her hopes up all over again…only to be crushed. Promise me that you won't say a word to her about them."

"I…I understand your request for secrecy," Ravana assured him, though making a point not to guarantee anything she knew she couldn't deliver on. She was going to tell Din, and they would most assuredly be back…thus Natalia would learn the truth. However, her words seemed to placate Bernard, so she was saved from having to say anything more.

"Thank you," he told her. "I appreciate your discretion."

"Look Bernard," Natalia called, coming back into the room. "He likes them!"

"Was there ever a doubt he would?" her husband laughed; his face once more breaking into a smile.

"I wrapped up a few for you to take with you, Ravana," Nat informed her, holding out a small container. "I might not have the use of my eyes anymore, but I've been making these for so long, I could do it in my sleep."

"Thank you both very much for your kindness," Ravana told them, setting down her empty cup and reaching out to take the package, as well as Junior. "We should be going though, I'm sure you would like to get back to work, Bernard."

"Talking with you was well worth stepping away from my booth," Bernard assured her, moving over and taking hold of his wife's arm.

"Please come back and visit us again…any time," Natalia urged. "I'll bake more biscuits for your little one."

"Of course, we'd love to come back," she assured her, knowing that this statement was not a lie. "It was very nice meeting you both."

She then headed for the door, with Junior waving his little hand to the couple as they exited the house and made their way back onto the dusty street. Here Ravana paused, letting out a deep breath and leaning against the stone wall.

Had all of that just happened? She had no idea how in the galaxy she was going to explain it to Din. What would he say? What would he do?

Looking down at the grinning child in her arms she slowly shook her head.

"Junior…your father is never going to believe this."

Ok, as you can guess, I'm VERY interested in what you thought of this chapter. I hope you were pleasantly surprised. My theory is "no bodies = not dead". Please take a moment and let me know what you thought of:

Ravana being pregnant.

Din's parents being alive.

And did anyone see this coming? I tried to drop small hints...mentioning them and their names from time to time so you would recognize them when they showed up. I even had Bernard make an appearance earlier...but I purposefully left out his name so you wouldn't suspect. ha ha.

As you probably guessed, this is NOT the last chapter. The Epilogue is three chapters long, so you have two more to go. See you on Wednesday and Friday!

Guest Reviews:

Lilais: Yes, sadly the end has to come...and it's coming soon. You will just have to go find a new story to read. I look forward to doing some reading myself, and catching up on all the Mandalorian stories I've not been reading while I've been writing this. Glad you enjoyed the reception and the wedding night...I tried to keep it clean. Din and Ravana will have their hands full keeping the kid and Zax in line. ha ha. Now you will have to wait for Wednesday and Friday too! See you then. T.O.W.G.