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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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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."

"...I bet your mom would know." Sam argues. "I read the books. Yeah, she might not have always been there, but she sure as hell regretted that. And can probably tell you what not to do."

"I don't need to talk to her to know what not to do." Jaina shrugs. "Just need to talk with Jag."

"Okay, Mrs. Mother Issues." Samantha rolls her eyes. "Look, I'm only going to tell you this once. Your mom can be your best friend, and you want her around, because she can make things all better...

"Just make sure you know that, and she knows that you love her, before something happens to her." Mothers are a touchy issue with Sam. For Andrew's sake.

"Kriff, Sam, she knows that."

"I love how you always just pick out one thing in what I tell you." Samantha shakes her head. "You've been through a lot, and you know a lot. But you don't know anything about this. Family is something you don't seem to have a good grip on. Just some advice."

"That might be because our family wasn't exactly what you'd define as normal, Sam."

"And you think mine was?" Sama snaps. "My father left when I was seven. I used to pray every night for him to come back. I thought it was my fault. I promised I'd be better, I'd eat my vegetables, I'd do my homework...just please come back."

Sam shakes her head. "And my mom wasn't around a lot either. Working two jobs to keep me happy. Don't you think maybe your mom was just trying to make everything better for you? Ask who she was fighting for in the Senate. I bet it was you guys."

"We're aware of that, Sam."

She takes a deep breath, biting down on her lip and clicking in her back of her throat. Jaina sits there quietly for a few minutes, thinking everything over. Maybe Sam does have a point. Maybe she doesn't know anything about family. Maybe she shouldn't have married Jag in the first place.

"Rodder," Jaina mutters, still not looking at Sam. "Kriffing hells, maybe this isn't the life we're supposed to have after all."

She's the Sword of the Jedi. She knows how to fight. She knows how to defend the galaxy and beat up the badguys a stang of a lot more than she knows how to be a wife and a mother. Maybe she was wrong with those promises she had made.

"Oh my God. I can't believe you're even saying that." Sam blinks back sudden tears, and she doesn't even know why she's crying, but she does know that she's sort of starting to hyperventilate and that is Not Good.

She stands, dizzy. "I think I should leave. I just hope you know you're going to make a horrible mistake if you leave him. And you'd be a coward. And that hurts me, to think of you in a cowardly fashion."

Jaina shakes her head, finally looking up at her. In a small voice, "Please don't go."

She really needs someone to talk to right now.

"You can't say stuff like that, Jaina. I'm already twenty times more emotional than I am normally, and if I trigger an attack, I could lose my baby." her voice squeaks to a whisper, but she sits. "Jaina, you can't leave him. People make mistakes. He's forgiving. And he's not a bastard who'd walk on his kids. So don't. Don't even act like you want to change your mind, Jaina."

"I couldn't leave him," Jaina finally replies softly, looking down at the Whyren's again. "Not ever."

She does know she loves him too much for that. But it's the fact that she loves him that much that scares her. What if - despite the promise to try, to cut back on missions, to be his wingmate - she just kriffs up, like she's prone to do? She can't lose him.

"We just really don't want to kriff this up. Told him that; that we wanted to be a good wife and I wanted to put this marriage first from now on and frell, what if it doesn't work?"

"Then it doesn't work. And if you tried, and he tried, then it wasn't meant to be, and you'll be okay. But you need to try, okay?" Sam reaches for her hand, patting it.

She knows he needs to try. The mission with Aeryn taught her that much. He's her husband and her wingmate. She can't lose that. Ever.

"That's what we're doing. It's why I talked to Mara about instructing instead of fighting so much."