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"Caleb go call the healer now" she squeezed out, through the contraction. Her padawan looked terrified but did as told running to the front of the ship to com the healers on the Jedi star cruiser they were piloting to. The mission was suppose to be safe. Her mission was no where near the battlefield but that was not were the danger lied. Her own husband had turned his blaster on her and their son. By some miracle Caleb was able to stall him long enough that they were able to reach the small travel ship and get away from there. Only after they were a safe distance away from their men did she reach out to the Jedi temple, only to receive nothing. And by some other miracle the Jedi were able to contact her and send them the location of the cruiser they were safely on. They were quite relieved that she and Caleb had gotten away safely. Now all they had to do was get to the ship and get away.
But today wasn't her day, after all that. Her unborn child decided to make their appearance now. Contractions pushed through her at an alarming rate, causing her to groan and pant all well trying to pilot herself and her children to safety. But the little girl wanted to make her appearance today. Her father's daughter Depa guessed. She tried to keep it together for the sake of her son but with the pain being also most constant it wasn't working. She left Caleb to watch the cockpit of the ship well she when to rest only for that to fail when her water broke.
She tried to not panic but her situation was grim. Her ship was not accommodated for her to give birth and she had no medicine or healer to help her. Just herself, her padawan, and small barely full medbay. And she was still a day out from the Jedi's starship. Her daughter made it quite clear, she was coming today, no matter if her mother was ready or not. It was now or never.
Once Caleb came back from calling the healer she sent him to gather the necessary supplies for her. Boiled water, clean towels, scissors. And any other necessities needed to deliver a baby by herself. As he was busy hunting and gathering she half waddled half limped to the sleeping quarters of the ship to strip the dirty sheets on the bed she and Caleb shared the previous nights. Replacing them with a waterproof cover, fresh sheets, and clean towels. After the bed was prepared she changed from her robes to a oversized t-shirt that belonged to her mate, that drowned her in fabric. Even though her padawan was about to help deliver her child, she still wanted to be a covered as possible. To save her embarrassment and to not scar her son.
Labor progressed and the pain got worse and worse. Constantly using the force to check her dilation, having Caleb check would be more accurate but she didn't want to subject her kid to that. She'd have him check when she was was ten centimeters to just to be sure. But until then she must play the waiting game and ride this out.
Changing positions every few minutes helped distract her but unfortunately it wasn't much help. Caleb was far to freaked out to help so she sent him to the cockpit and ordered him to stay there still she called him. Even though her entire being screamed at her to have him stay. She need to him to be calm when that baby was finally ready to get out.
Her entire body was screaming about how wrong this was. "Where is your alpha", "where is your pack", "where is your son". All things her tried to shake from her head. She didn't want to do this alone, her wanted her mates to be at her side, holding her, comforting her, soothing her through the pain. She wanted her son to be there waiting to hold his baby sister. She wanted her pack around her to comfort her and encourage her. Anything but this.
Finally she fell the baby move down to the birth canal. She called Caleb in and told him what to do. Her apprentice was like a man on a mission. While he busied around she set herself to push. On all fours she took a deep breath and begun to push. Not stopping unless to was to breathe. She pushed and pushed, barely hearing her kid's works of encouragement and praise.
As the baby crowned she screamed and pushed harder. The head popped out and once Caleb made sure the cord wasn't wrapped around her neck, she continued. Head, one shoulder, other shoulder, body, legs. And baby was here. Caleb clamped and cut the cord before wrapping the newborn in a clean and dry towel. He passed his little sister on to her. Now that the baby was free of the womb, the small girl screamed for food. Lowing her top, she guided her baby girl's face to her breast and watched the girl feed.
Soon as they landed her children and her were whisked away to medbay. She nursed her kids twice more until she passed out, though Caleb was a bit too old for such acts in many places, she felt like he needed it. Proven right, Dahlia and Caleb both seemed to calm down after nursing. Dozing off soon after they finished. She soon drifted off into sleep herself. After all that happened she needed a nap. With both of her children tucked into her sides, she slept.