The next chapter (minor, minor, minor spoiler) is called Riot, so I've got Riot by Three Days Grace stuck in my head. But now that I'm actually humming it, I'm hearing Saturday Night by Panic! At The Disco.

I don't understand me.

Several Months Later

I flopped back onto the couch at home, turning on a holovid as I fell. I was going to select a war video, just so Ezra and I could laugh at how wrong the vid got war, but I eventually went with something called Band of Brothers that looked interesting. I could hear Ezra in the kitchen, rustling around as he made dinner. Lothalian steak tips with some sort of oil. Seemed delicious.

(Now I'm hungry. Kriff.)

The holovid came on as Ezra put something in the oven. As some delicious smell wafted into the living room, I yelled, "It's starting!"

Ezra walked into the room and actually vaulted over the couch before sitting down. "Hey, Sigma, turn off the lights," he called. The room darkened. As we watched, six or seven men ran through what looked like a airborne training regimen.

"Why only men?" I whispered to Ezra, who only shrugged. I wasn't offended or anything, just a bit confused. Other than that, the vid was quite good, as hundreds of crafts flew across the sky and people jumped out of them with parachutes. Looked pretty, even if it was impractical.

The oven beeper went off as several of the characters were creeping up on a gun emplacement, ready to fire the entire time. Ezra paused the holovid right as the… "Americans" I think they were called, were about ready to fire. I glared at him. He shrugged, got up, and grabbed dinner, floated it onto plates, and carried them to the living room with the Force. I looked up at him as he deposited my plate on the small table in front of us.

"Show-off," I said, lightly.

He smirked and sat down. I pressed play on the remote, just in time to see the Americans blast away at something called an Anti-Aircraft gun. It reminded me of a anti-fighter turbolaser.

My mind began wandering over the last couple months. Josh had vanished from the LDCs sights. We raided his home, which yielded nothing interesting except for the fact that he got his grubby paws onto some military-grade high explosives that nearly incinerated a few detectives and damaged several nearby homes. Reconstruction was ongoing. We only managed to salvage a speeder from the wreck. Forensics teams were going over it now. As of right now, the case file rested in an unresolved stack. I was slightly irritated about it, but at the same time, happy. Hera was pulling some strings in the New Republic Intelligence Bureau to try and get some idea of where Josh disappeared to, but it was still difficult. He seemed to be trying his best to stay off the radar. I suppose that was smart, considering I had motivation to [Censored so you don't throw up].

The steak was delicious as well. Rare, but not overcooked, and full of flavor. I could swear there was just a little bit of spice playing around on your tongue, but it was faint and frankly barely noticeable. It was also very tender, seeming to fall apart with very little prodding, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now I'm hungry again. Kriff.

I set down the now-empty dinner plate and laid my head on Ezra's lap. I was content to stay as the American squad in the holovid prepared for a large assault on some sort of coastal fortress.

Ezra ran a hand through my hair as I began to sit up to grab some fresh air. "Why do you dye your hair?"

The question caught me off-guard. I took a second to respond, gesturing for Ezra to follow me outside. "I… To make it interesting, actually. In the academy," I said, shivering at the mention of Skystrike, "Everything was black and grey and white and so boring. I… when I left, I wanted to be different, so… I dyed my hair. It was pretty much a kriff you gesture to the Empire. Like why I have the phoenix tattooed on my shoulder, or the dragon on my back."

"So, your difference is to annoy the Empire?"

"Pretty much."

It was quiet for a bit, the only sound being the gentle gusts of summer wind as we watched the sun slip below the horizon, painting the sky pink, purple, and orange. "You know, when I first saw you, the first thing I noticed was your hair. It reminded me of the sunrise."

My eyes widened a bit, but Ezra wasn't done. "The second thing I saw was your eyes. And immediately, I was in love."

I turned and stared at Ezra. "You know… right around the time when we got to Yavin, I started to look at you and my stomach started to... tie itself into knots. It took me a while to realize that it was love."

It was night now. The moonlight played across the transparisteel in a beautiful pattern. I looked up at Ezra, who was looking down at me ever so slightly. I didn't even realize that he was taller than me now. I didn't care in the slightest. As long as I was able to kiss him without a stepladder, he could grow.

Ezra's eyes twinkled in the light. They said so much without any words. I shivered, but I wasn't cold.

His mouth met mine. I cupped my hands around his face. We stayed like that for a few seconds, then I heard them. The words I had waited for for so long.

"Mhi solus tome. Mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an. Mhi bar'juri verde."

We are one when together, we are on when parted. We will share all. We will raise warriors.

I gasped audibly. The unbreakable vow. That... that was most sacred commitment you could make, and Ezra had just said it. To me. All of a sudden, I was nervous. Why was I nervous?

Because of my own silly brain. It was whispering to me: Are you ready? Is this what you want? How can you be sure that Ezra wants you?

Well, if he didn't want me… why would he say the words?

In that moment, I knew.

I repeated the words. "M-Mhi solus tome. Mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an. Mhi bar'juri verde, ner kar'taylir darasuum."

And just like that, with just a few (well, thirty) words, my dreams had come true. Ezra was my husband, forever. Not even death could separate us, because when Mandalorians marry, we do not remarry. Full stop. End of story.

(Well, not THE end, but A end. To any other love life. Make sense? I hope so.)

Quietly, I tugged Ezra towards the bedroom.

Sixteen Days Later

Twelfthmonth

Hexday

0934 Hours

Ezra gasped as he looked at me, dropping his mug of caf. It shattered on the tile of the kitchen, the brown liquid flowing across the floor. I looked back at him very, very seriously. I saw uncertainty in his eyes, which was quickly replaced with bright happiness. His mind sung happily through our bond.

"Sabine. We… well, you're pregnant."

A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. Most prominent among them was happy singing, with a kind of elated chanting: Family, family, family, family!

We're gonna have a family!

I placed a hand over my stomach unconsciously. Ezra kissed me lightly on the cheek, then whispered in my ear, "See? I keep my promises."

"I never said you didn't," I responded, redirecting his kiss to my mouth. We stayed like that for about a minute, until we both realized that yes, humans do need oxygen and no, you cannot give oxygen to another human when you don't have any left.

Ezra placed a hand over my stomach. "Our little miracle," he said quietly. I nodded, not entirely hearing him, too busy thinking of everything that could happen now.

And I realized I was hungry.

My apologies that this chapter is shorter; I was running out of ways to make this longer. So, ah... Chao, bacalao! That literally translates to Goodbye, codfish, in Spanish, and is only said because it rhymes!