Dangerous Pregnancy

Coming Clean

A/N 'Sup, my dudes! I'm back! Someone wanted to know how Ezra is preggy on the Epilogue of Heart Transplant, and when I asked to put the answer in a sequel, the person said yes, so here it is! Hope you like it!

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It was a quiet afternoon in Ghost, and a very boring one, no doubt. Sabine was slumped on the common room table, her head down as she groaned. Chopper was beside her, laying on the floor and not bothering to get up. They were both like this even when Kanan came in.

"What happened to you two?" He questioned as he approached them.

"Bored," Sabine sighed, looking up at their leader. "Ever since Zeb and Ezra got together, I haven't had the chance to hang out with them or tease them without angering and getting chased by the other. Chopper hasn't been able to prank any of them either,"

"WUP WUP." Chopper let out disappointed beeps to agree.

"How about painting? Doesn't that cheer you up?" Kanan raised an eyebrow at the Mandalorian.

"It used to, but I haven't gotten any... inspiration," Sabine leaned back on the chair with her arms crossed. "Ezra and Zeb used to inspire me, but I've drawn a lot of them already. I've got nothing else to perk up my interest,"

"Well, it has been a slow month," Hera spoke up as she entered to join the conversation. "I'm happy for Ezra and Zeb, but it has been a little boring without a mission or even a word from Fulcrum yet,"

"Maybe that's a good thing," Kanan said, folding his arms. "We've gone through A LOT of missions lately. We could use a break. A vacation, perhaps?"

"A vacation?" Sabine looked at him in disbelief. "To where?"

"Anywhere away from the Empire's always a nice vacation," Hera chuckled.

"WUP WUP WUP-WUP WUP WUP WUP WUP." Chopper suggested.

"The Beach?" Sabine smiles. "Not a bad idea, actually,"

"Let's plan it, then," Kanan grinned. "I'll get the boys to see if they approve,"

"We'll be here," Hera snickered as the Jedi turned and walked to the Crew's Quarters.

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"Maybe... it's time to tell them,"

"What?" Zeb looked up at the top bunk to see his lover sitting by the edge, which alarmed him by instinct. "EZRA, GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

"Oops, Sorry!" Ezra cheekily smiled as he slowly went down the ladder and sat beside the Lasat. "I forgot that I can't take risks with a baby inside of me,"

"Yeah, and you're scaring the fur out of me whenever you take risks like that, even before you were pregnant," Zeb scowled.

"Sorry, Zebby," Ezra looked up with a pout and cuddled up to the other. "Please don't be mad,"

Zeb felt his cheeks heat and his ears lower before sighing. He held the boy in a strong yet gentle embrace then he kissed his cheek.

"I'm not mad, just worried," he stroked his boyfriend's midnight blue hair. "And I have every right to be worried. You know that,"

"I know..." Ezra leaned his head against the Lasat's chest. "Anyway, I think it's time to tell them. About the baby,"

"You sure?" Zeb sounded unsure about the idea. "Not that I'm afraid that they won't accept the new kid, but I'm afraid that Hera's going to KILL me and Kanan for drinking in HER ship while she was out and for me forcing you into something you weren't prepared for,"