Dogma was waddling. He was healthy, Feral assured him that he was completely healthy but Dogma doubted him. Seriously it was unnatural to get this big. And the morning sickness was going to kill him. His hormones were all out of whack too. Being pregnant sucked. Maul and Slick kept on bringing comforts to Dogma, but it wasn't honestly making it any better. Speaking of Slick, his brother and Savage seemed to be getting along...okay. At least Slick had stopped yelling at the yellow Zabrak, though Savage seemed to be worshipping him still. Back to the former Sith Lord known as Maul, the red Zabrak loved feeling the baby's kicks. Though Dogma did not like it as much as Maul, sometimes the kid kicked something it wasn't supposed too and the Clone had a full bladder. Dogma groaned when Maul started to rub his back, "Good morning, Dogma. Did you sleep well?" The Zabrak asked with a purr. The Clone nodded, but he knew the real reason Maul asked. Him and the Zabrak had finally had sex. Technically it wasn't the first time, but Dogma was going to treat it as such. All because Viscus had interfered with their relationship. Though Maul and the other Nightbrothers didn't call it sex, they called it mating. Weird. Maul suddenly reached the sore spot on Dogma's back and the Clone arched it with a happy groan. Maul grinned happily. Dogma would admit, there are some benefits of being pregnant.

Okay, I know I promised an update soon but my entire family came over for Christmas. I had barricaded myself in my room and had forgotten the charger. Good enough excuse for you guys? Thanks for reading so far!