This message is for Boragarth: I tried; it didn't work. And, in any case, MavickSawyer is right: It is admin software. Copy and pasting seems to be working, so HAHAHA, school system.

Also, sorry about the chapter uploads being so spaced out. Mucho tarea.

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According to the medics, I had cursed Ezra in four different languages with two-hundred-fifty-six different words, one-hundred-and-twenty of them being different swears, fifteen being different variations of the same swears and fifty-seven different curses. The rest were all just variations of curses.

For some reason, it surprised me that Ezra didn't leave my side while I was throwing curses and basically demanding his head on a silver platter. I have no clue why it surprised me, but it did. But, Ezra had followed me through hell before; why should childbirth be any different?

Answer: because Mira didn't want to leave my stomach. Again, no clue why. Maybe I would think of a reason if I knew what my own birth felt like, or my own time in the womb, but I don't remember it. In any case, Mira really didn't want to exit my stomach and made her displeasure known by immediately beginning to cry and being a right pain to actually get out. I'm making a massive generalization of birth, I'm aware, and the way I'm describing it doesn't even come close to how karking painful it was. Males, think of the greatest pain you have ever felt, maybe a kick in the groin, and multiply it by ten. Then you have about the pain of labor. Ladies, you'll find out how painful this is later in your life, assuming you have children later in life (unless you already have them. Then you know what I'm talking about).

But, it was worth it. Baby Mira looked cute, even if she had a bit of attitude. She had midnight blue hair, the same color as Ezra's, with amber brown eyes that Ezra said looked just like mine. She was also pale-skinned (I can't say white, because this is 2018), but everyone knew that was going to change, because the temperate climate on Lothal was inviting for everyone to go and have some fun in the sun. And, to put a cherry on top of the cake, she was Force-sensitive. I only found out about that from Ezra, who said she, and I quote, "shines brighter in the Force than a star." This mildly distressed the medics, who thought Ezra meant his newborn child had a really high fever, so I explained to them that it actually meant that she was really, really, really (insert twelve more reallys here) strong in the Force. She then proceeded to levitate a small tissue. I really hope it was accidental.

Ezra held my hand as we took a speeder to the newly made Specter House, where Hera was waiting. I didn't know about this little surprise, but apparently Ezra had invited her and Jacen over. Six-year-old Jacen was bouncing around at the entrance, being radiant as usual, and Hera was holding his hand to keep him from doing anything too crazy. So, he was running along the low walls and doing cartwheels instead of Force-empowered jumps and backflips, among the other stuff he does when there's no adult supervision and a lot of open space. Don't ask me how I found out; let's just say it ended with a really impressed mother and a really excited Jacen.

"Hi Bean!" Jacen said breathlessly as Ezra and I strolled up to the front of the building. He tried to hug me but saw Ezra and ran over to him instead. Ezra scooped him up and swung him around as he laughed crazily, at some point saying, "Hi, Eza!"

Hera was a bit more demure in her greeting, but no less joyful. She hugged Ezra tightly and would have hugged me, but I had seven pounds of child in my hands and for some reason, I didn't want to drop tiny little Mira.

"Hi, Sabine," she said instead. "And I believe this is your child?"

I nodded. "Her name is Mira."

"No relation to Elena Alvarez?" Hera asked jokingly.

"No, none. Although, I hear she had quite the successful mission on Abregado-Rae?"

"Yes, she did. Her mirrors did quite a good job with surveillance, but she said the guns she was supplied ran out of ammo too quickly and is trying to find a way to pack more tibanna gas into a single pack. Anyways, are you going to take Jacen and I on a house tour?"

"You know, we would, if we knew the house's layout."

"But didn't you design it?"

"Yes, she did," Ezra chimed in. "But she can't remember anything about it. Which is why I copied her design and made a map."

"Since when were you so thoughtful?" Hera asked, before pushing open the door of the new house and following Ezra inside. I hefted Mira and entered. The main entrance emptied out into the living room, which was currently only sparsely furnished, but that was going to change. A large balcony looked over the living room, which had glass railings that were incredibly expensive but looked awesome. The only thing I was really interested, though, was the kitchen, which we strolled to in record time.

"So, lunch, anyone?" Hera asked. I nodded and rocked Mira as she started to cry.

"I think Mira is hungry, too. But I… I don't…."

Hera smirked, nodded, took my hand, and led me away to show me one of the infinite mysteries of motherhood.

Ten minutes later, I laughed as Hera explained some basic biology to Jacen and made Ezra incredibly uncomfortable.