#i am... dying.

❝ we need to talk, ❞     her voice is full of concern but she tries her hardest to hide it.  the troopers on the bridge looked up at her briefly before they all returned to their own work.  aayla nodded towards the magnetic doors.  there’s a heavy breath before she steps out and she made her way to a secluded quarter where they could talk in private.   she waits until he follows along and enters after her.  the doors close heavily behind him,  and it suddenly feels to her as though the entire room is spinning.    she’s nervous.    for a moment there,  she’s at a loss of words.  it’s so unlike her to be like this,  aayla’s usually always so strong  &  confident,  but now,  things are different.    the news she has to tell him is probably bigger than anything she’s ever had to tell anyone.        the jedi knows she has to sort of make this quick,  if they’re gone for too long,  someone might start asking questions.

her gaze is diverted downwards,  she looks almost sorry.   a hand is raised to briefly,  nervously,  scratch her lekku.  but then it hits her,  maybe she should just tell him flat out.  there’s so many things,  so many follow - up questions,  so many things they have to talk about  --  but for now,  she has to tell him.          aayla finally looks up at bly  --  &  for a second she just stands there,  she’s taking a second to appreciate the view of him.  

finally she lifts her hands to rest them on her stomach,   &   she just.  ...  smiled.     ❝      bly.      ❞     aayla said,  no titles,  no ranks.  it’s not a moment for that  --  this is so personal.  it’s their moment.

                    ❝ i’m pregnant. ... ❞