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Hera's POV

I let out a low groan as another brutal contraction ripped through my abdomen. Sweat beaded on my brow, and I struggled to catch my breath.

"Seems like you're in a bit of a hurry to meet the galaxy, huh, kid?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain.

A wave of agony washed over me, and I gritted my teeth, squeezing Kanan's hand tightly. He had reappeared with a shell-shocked Ezra in tow.

"How is he..." I asked through our strong bond as Kanan handed over his lightsaber to replace Ezra's blaster. "Is he hurt?"

Kanan shook his head, his face etched with concern. "Physically, no. But emotionally... he's shaken and in shock."

The sense of danger flared in the Force, and my stomach twisted into knots. Kanan dropped to the ground, shielding us both as blaster shots whizzed by overhead.

"How long till Chopper gets here," Kanan muttered, his voice strained with exertion. "I can't carry you both."

But before I could even move, the Phantom appeared overhead with its hatch open and guns blazing.

"Chopper to the rescue! Take that, you Imperial scum!" The murder bot chimed in triumph.

Kanan couldn't help but snort before making a mad dash for the ship. I struggled to get up, but the pain was too much. Before I could try again, Kanan was at my side, scooping me into his arms.

"Don't worry, Love, I've got you," he said reassuringly.

Neutral POV

Hera couldn't stop the blush that crept up her cheeks as she was swept into Kanan's arms and carried towards the waiting ship. Once safely inside, Kanan yelled for Chopper to take off while firing back at the stormtroopers.

Chopper uttered a few more insults as he expertly maneuvered the ship and blasted away from danger. As they flew, Hera's pain seemed to lessen slightly, and she sighed in relief.

"Hera?" Kanan asked, gently setting her down on one of the folding chairs in the ship's cramped interior.

"The pain has subsided for now," she replied, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "But what about Ezra?"

Kanan moved to pick up his son, who was still in a daze and staring into space. Concern furrowed both their brows as they shared a worried look.

"Are you sure he's not hurt?" Hera whispered, leaning closer to examine her son.

Kanan shielded Ezra from any potential danger, holding him close and trying to comfort him.

"I...I don't know," he admitted with frustration.

Hera reached out through the Force and gently probed at her son's mind.

"Sweetie?" she called out softly.

Ezra's mind jolted in surprise at the contact.

"It's okay, just me," Hera reassured him, sending calming waves through their bond.

Ezra's shields lowered slightly, but Hera's heart sank as she felt overwhelming fear and distrust of her son.

"It's alright, Ezra. You're safe with us. Dad and I are here for you," she coaxed, hoping to break through his mental barriers.

Ezra's shields finally collapsed, allowing Hera to feel his raw emotions. Her eyes stung with tears as she thought the whole Force of Ezra's emotions.

Kanan shifted as he felt Ezra suddenly jerk in his arms, overcome with violent sobs.

"I'm sorry," the boy cried out, and Kanan instinctively tightened his hold on him, feeling fiercely protective.

Despite Ezra's struggles to break free, Kanan refused to let go. Hera leaned forward and used their bond to soothe Ezra with exhaustion and calm. Eventually, he went limp against Kanan's chest.

"You're getting good at that," Kanan remarked, shifting Ezra so his face was nestled against his neck.

Hera chuckled softly, her eyes still blazing with anger. "Ezra needed it."

Kanan could feel the fiery heat of her emotions through their connection. "What did you see?" he asked.

"If Ezra hadn't already killed him, I would tell Chopper to turn around and do it myself," she seethed. "But since he did, and oh Kanan, there is so much anger inside his head, it's sickening."

Kanan took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Be careful, love," he reminded her. "Revenge is not the way of a Jedi."

The fire burnt even hotter in her eyes. "No, but protectiveness is a mother's way, and that jerk deserves it."

Despite the tension in the air, Kanan couldn't help but laugh. Half an hour later, the Phantom docked with Ghost, and Hera groaned as she stood up.

"Are you having contractions?" Kanan asked worriedly.

"Sort of," Hera replied with a small smile. "In all the chaos, I forgot I should be experiencing Braxton-Hicks contractions around this time."

Kanan sighed in relief, but he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling in the Force that something was wrong.

"Let's get you both to the common room and then to a doctor," he said firmly. "I want to make sure all three of you are okay."

Hera laughed and went down the ladder into the standard room, with Ezra still fast asleep in Kanan's arms. "Come on, kid," Kanan whispered, "let's get you checked out."

NPOV

An hour later, Kanan felt the tension and worry leaving his body. Hera let out a grunt of discomfort as the nurse poked her with yet another needle.

"Don't worry, Captain," the nurse apologized but continued her work. "The doctor just wants to run more tests to ensure everything is in order."

Hera's thoughts immediately turned to Ezra. "What about our son? Has he returned yet?"

"I'm not sure about Private Jarrus, but I can certainly find out for you," the nurse replied, finishing her task.

Kanan couldn't help but feel a slight twitch in his eye at hearing the nurse refer to Ezra as a soldier, but he remained silent. After the nurse left to check on Ezra, Hera sighed frustratedly.

"I'm starting to see what you meant, Love," she said, glancing at him. "This nurse seems to have very little empathy."

"I think she has some," Kanan said calmly. "But she probably sees so many patients daily that it's just become routine."

Hera gave him a curious look. "Since when have we switched our opinions about the rebellion?"

Kanan let out a tired sigh. "I don't think we've switched our opinions. We're just starting to understand each other's perspectives. Even if I don't like hearing Ezra referred to by military titles."

Hera nodded and absentmindedly stroked her growing baby bump. Kanan couldn't help but smile at the sight, imagining what their child would be like once it arrived. Undoubtedly full of energy and mischief like their older siblings, Kanan knew he would likely have even more grey hairs.

"You'll look quite distinguished with grey hair," Hera chuckled, teasingly glancing at him. "But you might want to consider changing your outfit to match the mature look."

Kanan made a mock, offended noise. "I am mature! And there's nothing wrong with my outfit!"

Hera smirked, clearly enjoying poking fun at him. "Oh really, Mr. Gunslinger? Whose brilliant idea was it to get into a physical altercation with that bartender on Garel?"

Kanan stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

"Yeah, real mature," Hera snickered.

Their lighthearted banter was interrupted by the door sliding open as nurses brought Ezra back from his tests. Kanan studied his son closely, trying to understand why the Force felt so clouded around him.

"He's perfectly healthy," the droid stated matter-of-factly while reading from its datapad. "This is his fifth admission, but we haven't been able to find anything conclusive."

Hera thanked the droid before quickly ushering it out of the room. Kanan rolled his eyes at the constant chatter of machines and technology.

"Is it just me, or do these droids seem more annoying the older we get?" he muttered.

Hera sighed and rubbed her stomach absentmindedly. "I don't know, but the droid is right. This is Ezra's fifth time being admitted, and they still can't find anything wrong. I wonder if this is some Force-related illness."

Kanan stroked his chin in thought. "It's possible; Force sickness is a known phenomenon, but his symptoms would likely be more severe."

"Or perhaps someone is manipulating him," Hera suggested worriedly. "The Inquisitors, maybe? He has been having nightmares..."

Kanan glanced over at Ezra before sighing. "That could be a possibility. According to Sabine and Zeb, he spent time alone with the female Inquisitor during their encounter. It's possible she breached his mental shields without us realizing it."

"Which would also explain his sudden outbursts and erratic behavior," Hera added. "Plus, the stress of being hunted by his birth father and constantly going on dangerous missions and training as a Jedi...oh, I feel like such a terrible mother."

Kanan pulled her into a comforting hug. "You are not a terrible mother. If anything, this is my fault. If I hadn't been arguing with Rex, I probably would have gone on that mission, and maybe..."

"And maybe you would have been captured or worse," Hera interrupted softly. "You said it yourself: you think you know who one of the Inquisitors is."

Kanan's body tensed, unease coursing through him like an electric shock as he nodded in response to Hera's question. The female Inquisitor was known for cruelty, stopping at nothing to get what she wanted. And now, it seemed, she had captured their young Padawan. Kanan couldn't shake off the feeling that they were missing something crucial.

"Kanan?" Hera's voice brought him back to the present.

"Sorry," he apologized, his mind racing. "You may be on to something. We repaired his shields from the Inquisitor's attack, but I never thought to check if something was attached to them."

"You can see that?" Hera asked, turning to look at Ezra.

Kanan nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the teen's bed.

"As you are learning, Masters and Padawans have a special bond. We can hear each other's thoughts, see what they see, and more. I can also see his shields. If the Inquisitor attached something to them, it might explain everything, but I don't think I can do this alone."

Hera's eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what exactly Kanan meant.

"Do it alone? Kanan, what do you mean?"

A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you ready to learn something new?"

After being cleared and bringing their boy home to the Ghost, Ezra woke up disoriented. Thankfully, Kanan had been meditating beside his bed and was able to calm him down.

"It's alright, Son. You're safe," he whispered reassuringly.

Ezra shook his head and glanced around the room with a sense of paranoia as if expecting something or someone to attack him again.

"You're safe here," Kanan repeated firmly.

"But I'm not," Ezra whispered bitterly, drawing into himself. "I killed him."

Kanan let out a weary sigh, anticipating the conversation that was about to unfold.

"I know," he said, his voice tinged with tiredness. "You did what you thought was right out of a sense of protection."

"But you don't understand," Ezra's voice was barely a whisper. "I needed to do it. After everything that happened - Mira's journal, the hatred he left in my dreams - I had to make sure he couldn't hurt anyone else."

Tears brimmed in the boy's eyes, angry and frustrated. Kanan wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as he cried.

"The Jedi Code would have me banished and labeled as a Sith," Ezra mumbled through sniffles.

"Forget the code," Kanan stated firmly. "If that code were accurate, I would have been banished when I picked you up from Garel. And trust me, the code's not all it's cracked up to be."

Ezra hiccuped and rubbed his eyes furiously.

"So what are we doing then? Why am I training to be a Jedi? Why does any of this matter?"

Kanan held his son tighter, trying to convey his love and understanding through the embrace.

"Because whether you like it or not, the Force is a part of you. It will always be there, guiding and shaping your path," he said softly. "You taught me that."

Ezra turned to look at him, surprise written all over his face.

"How did I do that?"

Kanan chuckled, "Your existence brought us together that night. No matter how much I tried to convince myself to give you up to someone who could provide a better life, I couldn't bring myself to do it. The Force brings people together; no matter how hard you try to run from it or deny its power, it will always find you in the end."

Ezra let out a heavy sigh as he leaned against Kanan, feeling defeated.

"So why does it feel like a raging storm in my mind?" he asked.

"Because something is breaking through your mental barriers, even after we repaired them," Kanan explained. "I believe it's time I teach you a new technique."

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