Satine was frequently in pain. What else could she expect, after being impaled? The healing process was not all roses, but she wasn't complaining. After all, she was alive, and this was a privilege per se, given the circumstances.
The first time she'd been able to stand up by herself and move a few steps, more than three months after her arrival on Serenno, she had limped to the long mirror next to the wardrobe and had opened her gown, facing her reflection. She gasped as she witnessed her changed body. Slightly undoing the bandages wrapping her stomach, she saw a blackened, slowly-closing hole. That was the reason her legs still tingled from the loss of nerve sensitivity. That was the reason she was receiving artificial nutrition through a "button" surgically inserted in her duodenum. Water was what she missed the most, so she wetted her mouth and throat several times a day by sucking a sponge drenched in water. However, according to the droids who were in charge of her care, she'd be able to resume ingesting liquids, and possibly even solids, in a few more weeks. She was slowly weaning off her supplemental oxygen, her diaphragm and lungs still damaged, but improving.
And then, a little below the hole, there it was, her rounding belly. Satine touched it, having a hard time believing, and accepting, what she was seeing and feeling. Paradoxically, it was easier to process that Maul had impaled her with the darksaber, than acknowledging that the one time she had finally surrendered to her feelings and had passionate, untamed sex with the Jedi she loved had resulted in a pregnancy. After all, attempts on her life were something she was accustomed to, while she couldn't say the same about entertaining the idea of...motherhood.
And yet, it was happening.
It had been a stressful period. She remembered how, not long before Maul's arrival on Mandalore, she and Obi-Wan had pulled an all nighter making love to each other after an evening loaded with intense emotions and frank, angsty conversations, how the sun had risen far too quickly after that, shedding light on their sweaty, reddened, messy bodies, each dripping with the other's fluids.
Satine liked to think she wasn't completely foolish, so, at least initially, she had equipped Obi-Wan with protection, which proved to be completely useless, as it broke during the act, causing him to come inside her. Never trust Force sensitives with contraception, she'd learned. Obi-Wan had been embarrassed about his inability to "contain" himself, but she was too aroused and unleashed to worry too much about the accident, so she had urged him to keep going on. This being said, they'd ditched protection completely for the following, heated rounds, slipping in a dimension where only the here and now, and the two of them, mattered. It had been memorable, but now, in hindsight, Satine realized she shouldn't really have felt surprise at the very tangible outcome of that night.
She didn't picture herself as a particularly maternal woman: as a girl she had never enjoyed playing with dolls, rather preferring books and confrontational games. She had displayed minimal curiosity whenever a fellow clanswoman gave birth. She seldom showed interest for her younger sister Bo-Katan when they were little (something she deeply regretted). Now, however, she felt a surge of protectiveness towards her baby. Suddenly, keeping the little being safe became a priority. Not even fully formed, and the tiny one had already faced great evil, surviving an attack few people would be able to emerge unscathed from. For that reason, Satine felt all the more attached to it.
What now? What now that she was Dooku's captive? What would be of Mandalore, of her, of Obi-Wan, of the baby?
Panic risked to take over, so Satine decided to take it easy, one single step at a time. For now, she'd focus on herself, on getting better and stronger, and on dealing with Dooku. Only once she'd be in better health, would she think about escaping. She would get bored and frustrated, all by herself, but the awareness that she actually wasn't by herself reassured her. Strange. It should've been the opposite! Yet, she realized the idea of having a baby inside was already growing on her.