He couldn't breathe. "Wh-What?"

Leni nearly laughed at Carth's expression. "You heard me." She turned to an equally dazed Kenna. "Congratulations. If you want, you can come by my office tomorrow and we can make sure Baby's doing alright."

"'Kay," Kenna murmured.

"See you tomorrow, then." Leni gathered up her things and left.

Mission, shocked into silence for the first time since either Carth or Kenna had known her, stood with only a mouthed 'Wow' and left the room.

"Carth?" Kenna finally whispered hesitantly after standing the silence as they both absorbed the news as long as she could. They had only talked in passing about trying to have children, and unclear conversations at that. She squeezed his hand slightly. "Are you-"

He cut her off with the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. She could feel his joy, how much he loved her, all the things that were true but he would never find the words to say. So she kissed him back with every ounce of the passion flaring deep inside her. Unfortunately, her body's need for oxygen forced her to end the kiss much sooner than she would have liked. "I guess that means you're happy?" she murmured, still dazed.

"That doesn't even begin to cover it, Ken. Thrilled. Overjoyed. Ecstatic." Carth shook his head, grinning at her. "Nope. Not even scratching the surface." He kissed her again.

"Carth?" Kenna reluctantly interrupted.

"What, beautiful?" He rested his forehead against hers.

"Don't you need to be somewhere?"

"Oh, right." He sighed. "Now I really don't want to go."

"Then you're gonna hate me for this: I don't feel up to going." Kenna offered an apologetic smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry, love. You could see if Mission wanted to go."

"So I have to brave a crowd of military big-wigs without you?" Carth shook his head despairingly. "I'm dead meat. You owe me big time."

"Sorry I couldn't make myself faint on your schedule," Kenna teased. "I'm sure you'll be fine. If you take Mission she'll probably scare them all away. Now, go. Admiral Dodonna's probably in a panic by now."

He had to admit she was right. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I just feel drained. I'll be fine. I probably won't even leave the bedroom. Seriously, Carth, you need to get over there before Dodonna thinks you bailed." Kenna squeezed his hand. "I love you."

"Love you, too, beautiful." He couldn't resist kissing her one last time before leaving the room.

Mission was waiting in the hallway, wearing a dress-something Carth didn't even know she owned-and a pleading smile. "I overheard. Can I come with you? Please?"

Carth was on the verge of saying telling her no, but Mission had put on a dress. He had never seen her in anything other then that Echani fiber armor or her casual clothes. "Sure. If you really want to."

"Uh-huh. And don't worry," she giggled, "I'll protect you from the scary military big-wigs."

"Brat," Carth muttered under his breath before asking her, "Just how much did you overhear?"

Mission grinned impishly. "Enough. Geezer."

"Don't make me reconsider bringing you," Carth threatened.

"Sorry. I'll behave. Promise." Mission raised one hand and placed the other over her heart as if swearing an oath.

That'll be the day, Carth muttered to himself. "Come on, Let's get going."

They hadn't been gone long when the wall holo in the bedroom began to warble an indication someone was trying to contact one of the members of the Onasi household. Kenna groaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, trying to reach the 'accept call' button without actually having to leave the bed. She couldn't do it. With a louder groan, she staggered to her feet, waited for the world to stop spinning, and checked the ID on the call. Bastila. Kenna punched the button to accept the call. "What is it, Bastila?"

"I felt something through our Force Bond. Are you alright?" The younger woman's concern was apparent, both in her voice and on her face.

"I'm fine," Kenna assured her, wriggling out of the red dress and pulling on a loose tunic. "I passed out as we were getting ready to leave for the promotion ceremony. Carth's taking Mission instead."

"Well, that should be interesting, to say the least." Bastila chuckled at the thought. "The two of them together without you there to referee? Are you certain that's a good idea?"

"No. Not at all. But it bought me some peace and quiet with both of them out of the house. Dodonna can deal with them," Kenna laughed.

"Very nice job changing topics. Do you know why you passed out?" Bastila inquired in concern.

"Yes. Nothing's wrong with me," Kenna promised. "I haven't been hiding a life threatening illness or anything."

"Then what was it?"

Kenna hesitated. How much do I want to tell her? Do I want her to know? What'll she say? "Um..."

"Kenna, there has to be a reason you passed out. I'm not cutting this connection until you tell me. And if you cut it, I will keep calling back until you tell me," Bastila threatened.

"I'm pregnant," Kenna admitted bluntly.

"What?!" Bastila demanded after a long moment of silence as she stared at Kenna like she was crazy. Or living in an alternate reality. "You're pregnant?"

"You say that like I have a disease," Kenna grumbled. "I'm thrilled, Carth's ecstatic, Mission was speechless, what's wrong?"

"Jedi aren't supposed to get pregnant."

"They aren't supposed to fall in love or get married, either. I've done real well there," Kenna reminded her friend in a mildly acidic tone.

"Were you...planning on having children?" Bastila asked hesitantly.

Kenna shrugged. "We'd talked about it, but hadn't gotten to the point of agreeing one way or the other. The fact this news earned me what's probably the most passionate kiss Carth and I have ever shared makes me think we would have eventually decided to do this anyway."

"That was a bit more information than I needed." Bastila made a face.

"Now you sound like Mission. At least once a day she's whining about how free Carth and I are with PDA," Kenna teased.

Bastila's attention was drawn away from the screen. "I'm sorry, Kenna, I have to go. Master Shi'ian needs my assistance. I shall call back later."

"Alright. Go ahead." Kenna tapped the 'end call' button and flopped back on the bed, rolling herself up in the covers and plunging into a sleep so deep it didn't even register when Carth and Mission got back.

Now I remember why I hate these parties so much. Carth wanted nothing more than to leave. Especially since he was supposed to be the center of attention. He was really getting tired of listening to various Admirals say the same thing several dozen different ways. He knew his promotion was an honor, but any feelings he'd had about it had been swamped and blown away by the knowledge that Kenna was pregnant. It was impossible to top that. He was sure at least some of the brass in attendance thought the grin constantly tugging the corners of his mouth was due to the honor of his promotion to Vice-Admiral. He didn't feel like correcting them, and it was far too soon to be letting everybody know. They were just finally getting to the point Kenna could show her face in public without getting mobbed.

Admiral Dodonna knew, of course. Carth had felt like he had to tell her to explain why he was late-very late-to his own promotion ceremony, and accompanied by a teenaged Twi'lek instead of his wife. She had been thrilled, and even offered to find some way to shorten the ceremony so he could get home sooner.

"I knew there was a reason I liked serving under you. Thanks, Admiral."

"I know you're less than fond of being the center of attention, Carth," she pointed out with a smile. "This is the least I can do for you. I'm sure you'd rather be home with her right now."

"What sane man wouldn't?" he laughed. "But I'll do my best to not flee. At least not too soon."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Dodonna was serious, but Carth could also see the laughter in her eyes. "Do you know where Mission ended up?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Uh-oh. Mission unsupervised is a very bad thing. Or can be," he amended. "I better find her, make sure she's not causing trouble or something."

Dodonna laughed. "Good luck."

"She's probably somewhere giving her version of our adventures. Which could be worse than if she's causing trouble." Carth headed off to locate the teenager. He'd only been half joking. Mission could cause a lot of trouble, but he was more worried about her being bored. She was probably the only one here under the age of thirty. He had to wonder why she had even wanted to come; it wasn't like he and Kenna had described it as the kind of thing she'd find interesting. Even Kenna had been less than thrilled at the idea, but she at least hadn't griped about it the way he did.

He found Mission giving a more colorful-but still mostly accurate-account of what happened on Taris for a couple of lieutenants who didn't look that much older than her. Alright, so she found someone under thirty. "You get to the rancor yet?" he asked, interrupting her description of the Vulkars.

"Yeah, just got past the part where we hadta rescue Kenna from that ridiculously over-upgraded security droid in the Vulkars' garage."

"She didn't do too bad," Carth informed the two lieutenants, who were gaping at the thought of Revan needing to be rescued, "It was just a little too much for her to handle alone."

"Carth, you're ruining my story!" Mission complained through a grin. "Go away."

"So sorry, Mish. Ignore me." He playfully tugged one of her lekku before walking away. "Just don't embellish too much, young lady."

Mission sighed in pretended disappointment. "As you wish, Vice-Admiral Geezer."

Carth shot her a Look. "Mission."

"Sorry." Her teasing grin undermined her apology somewhat, but Carth knew she couldn't help it.

True to her word, Admiral Dodonna pulled-probably yanked-some strings and managed to shave a whole hour off the end of the ceremony. Carth knew she must have been forced to practically wallow in the politics side of her rank to do so, and he thanked her again on the way out the door.

"It's fine, Carth. To hear Kenna tell it, you're just as responsible for saving the galaxy as she is. It's the least I could do for you."

"Still, thank you."

"Go home, Carth," Dodonna laughed. "That's an order."

"Yes, ma'am. Don't have to tell me twice."

"And you can consider yourself on leave for tomorrow, too." She held up a hand to cut off his protest. "This is as much for Kenna as it is for you. Now, go home."

Carth thanked her again as he obeyed. Mission was exhausted and not in the mood for conversation, so the trip home was silent. The two of them snuck in as quietly as possible, sure that Kenna was asleep. Carth couldn't help but chuckle as Mission got out of as much of her dress as was decently possible on the walk to her room.

One step into his bedroom confirmed their guess that Kenna was asleep. She had also claimed all of the blankets for her own. Again. The Savior of the Galaxy might be completely selfless and more concerned with the good of others in every other area of her life, but she was a bit of a blanket hog. No one knew that but him, though.

"Kenna?" he whispered, gently tugging the covers. She mumbled in her sleep but didn't wake up, and didn't loosen her grip. Carth sighed and tried again. This time she shifted slightly and her grip loosened enough that he could reclaim some of the blanket. Carth kissed her on the cheek before stripping off his uniform climbing into bed. He couldn't help but grin as his wife instantly and possessively snuggled against him.

Carth and Mission were both up already when Kenna finally woke up the next day. She felt awful. Maybe it was just knowing she was pregnant that triggered the full strength of her nausea, maybe she was hitting the point where it was supposed to be worse. Either way she looked at it, it came down to the Great and Powerful Revan-who had vanquished Malak and saved the galaxy-getting bested by morning sickness. The irony would have made her sick, if she wasn't queasy already. Oh, Force. I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna go to the doctor. I don't wanna eat. I don't even wanna move. She knew the only one of those she might actually manage to avoid was eating. She had to move, had to get up, had to go to the doctor. Carth is going to take me. I am in no way capable of getting there under my own power. With a noise that was half groan and half sigh, Kenna made herself sit up. The movement made her head spin and her stomach complain. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and reaching for her clothes brought on yet more dizziness, but at least her stomach didn't hate her for it. Moving very slowly she managed to make it out to the living room and collapse on the couch without too much protest from her stomach. This was pure misery. She almost would have preferred torture-even the Sith variety-to this. At least she knew how long that would last. And least that didn't make her stomach heave. This might be her life for the next five or six months. That almost made her cry. "How you feeling, Ken?" Mission was entirely too chipper to be talking to her.

"Horrible. Ever hear of morning sickness?"

"Oh." Mission actually looked chagrined. "Sorry. Anything I can do?"

"Not a damn thing. Unless you have a way of speeding up time or know how to cure morning sickness," Kenna groaned, letting her eyes slide closed.

"Nope. You goin' to the doctor's today?"

"If Carth can take me. If it's left up to me, I won't move from this spot all frackin' day."

"Admiral Dodonna gave him the day off. I think he could. Carth!" Mission hollered.

Kenna winced at the volume. "Could you just go find him instead of yelling?" she grumped. Mission rolled her eyes in silent apology, but didn't move from the room.

"What, Mish?"

Kenna opened one eye. "Is he in the kitchen?"

"Yeah."

"I'm suddenly not so sorry I'm incapable of eating."

"I heard that, beautiful!" There was more laughter than hurt in Carth's protest, and Kenna smiled. "And at least I'm better than you!"

"Freely concede the point." Kenna opened her other eye. "But that's still not sayin' much." She pushed off the couch and stumbled toward the kitchen. "Can you take me to the doctor's today?"

"Sure, Ken. I don't know if I'd trust you to get yourself there, if I'm honest. Especially considering you currently look like death warmed over."

"Gee, thanks, handsome," Kenna muttered, leaning against the counter. "I love you, too."

Mission giggled and disappeared back to her room. Just in case.

A/N: So, while I have basic plot idea for the rest of this story, I suffer horrid and instantaneous writer's block whenever I attempt to write more, so the next chapter might take a little longer to get up. Or not. I really don't know. I'll try my bestest to stick to updating every Thursday, but I make NO promises. :) Oh, and FF won't save any of the thing I attempt to use to divide POV changes(grrr), so if that seems too abrupt in this chapter, it's not my fault!