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Sam walks in the front door, a bag in her hand. She goes up to the bar and takes out her check book and neatly makes out a check for her tab and Andrew's tab.

After depositing that, she orders a milkshake and goes and sits down somewhere, so she can rest. Mumsies to be shouldn't walk around all day!

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Jaina chuckles. "We know. Enjoying it at all?"

"Oh yeah." Samantha nodded. "Loving it all"

"That's good to know."

Aside from her aunt, Jaina's never really spent much time around pregnant females. And, well, Mara's situation was unique.

"How far are you along?"

"Eight weeks." Sam beams. "The baby is about this big." She holds her fingers an inch apart.

Jaina nods. "And doing fine?"

"Yes. As far as we can tell." Sam nods.

"That's great, Sam."

Sam nods. "Yeah...I know. So you'll totally be godmom when the time comes, yeah?"

Jaina looks at Sam in surprise, and then flashes her a bright smile. "Really?"

"Duh. You're my best friend here, Jaina." Here. Home. Everywhere.

Sam smiles. "I'd think you'd be great."

"We'd love to then," Jaina replies sincerely, beaming at Sam. "It would be an honor."

"Great." Sam beams. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

At this point, the waitrat returns with her glass of Whyren's and Jaina takes a long sip.

"Do you have someone to be the godfather yet?"

Sam shakes her head. "No...I'm thinking of either Raph or Arthur."

Another nod. "Is Andrew getting any say in this?"

"No. But I'm sure he doesn't mind, as long as it's one of them. Probably wants Raph. Which is fine. As long as Raph isn't an ass. Again."

"Does this mean Jag and I will be allowed to babysit?"

"Of course!" Sam beams. "When I'm done holding my baby all the time."

Jaina chuckles and grins. "Deal."

She takes a sip of her whisky, adjusting her hurt leg. "Speaking of Jagged. We got into a fight, Sam."

"Really?" Sam grimaces. "Not fun."

"No," Jaina murmurs, looking down in to her glass. "But it's over now, thank the Force. And it helped me reach a couple conclusions that I don't think we would've known otherwise."

"Ah, the best kind of fights are those that make you realise just what you need to change about yourself." Sam nods, wisely.

"We're a fighter, Sam. Going on mission after mission was all I did for the past six years."

Jaina sighs and shakes her head. Even if she did promise Jag, it's going to be hard to change.

"Worried that we won't know how to cut back."

"Well, I suggest asking your mom. Or your aunt, if you need tips. They'd know."

"Mom wouldn't know," Jaina responds automatically. "Did talk to Mara, though. She thought it would be a good idea."