"Iella, it's going to be okay. Just calm down sweet-"
" Calm down?! Calm down! I'm in labor on Folor Base with no medic around, and Rogue Squadron is about to deliver my babies!" Iella moaned and leaned back into her husband's embrace.
Wedge Antilles sighed. Their tripilets were two weeks early. Iella had come with Mirax Terrik on the Pulsar Skate to pick up the Rogues after they had run out of fuel on the deserted Folar Base. The Pulsar Skate had landed and Mirax informed them that the hyperdrive was not functional and it would take her a few weeks to repair it with the scant supplies on base. Then to make matters worse, a radiation storm brewing just outside the atmosphere was making communications malfunction. Tycho ans Wes had managed to get a message through seconds before the storm hit, but they had no idea weather it got through or not. Now all they had to do was wait.
Iella had gone into labor two hours earlier, and she was laying in Wedge's arms on the berth in the Pulsar Skate.
" Iella, are you allright?" Wedge asked his wife. "Iella?" Wedge looked down to see that she had fallen into a light sleep, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Wedge kissed the top of her head. It was going to be a long night.
To be Continued...
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