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Times had been tough lately. Ever since you had convinced Crosshair to leave the Empire, leading them to believe that he was dead, things hadn't been the same. Your misfit family had gone into hiding in the unknown regions, taking refuge on Idaflor. The uninhabited world wasn't the ideal place to call home, but it was excellent for laying low, and that was exactly what your group wanted. That wasn't saying that there was nothing to do, of course. There was never a dull moment on the Havoc Marauder, which was normally grounded near the collection of small huts you had created for each member of the group. The only time you ever left the planet was to go on supply runs, which usually ended very badly, but somehow better than anticipated.

Though the Bad Batch accepted Crosshair immediately, welcoming him back with open arms, you could tell that there was a small part of each and every one of them that didn't fully trust him. Even Omega had slight hesitation around him. You, however, didn't even bat an eye. He was still Crosshair, the sarcastic sniper you had fallen in love with when you first worked with the Bad Batch to save your sister from slavers - that hadn't changed.

You rarely left Crosshair's side, just your presence providing him with the comfort he so desperately sought. He craved a normal life, and you provided just that. It was like nothing had changed in your relationship, despite all your months apart while Crosshair was under the control of his inhibitor chip. Everything had remained the same.

Well... most things had.

Crosshair had barely been back for four months before you made a life-altering discovery:

You were pregnant.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You were terrified. You had no idea what you nor Crosshair wanted, and were afraid of how he would react to the news. You wanted to discuss it with him before you made a decision about whether or not to keep your baby, but you were scared. He deserved to know, at the very least, but you weren't all that eager to tell him.

Days passed, and your fear only grew. You avoided Crosshair whenever possible, terrified that he would somehow figure it out if you remained by his side. It crushed you to stay away from him, but you weren't ready to tell him, and still hadn't decided where you stood on keeping the baby.

Your fear only spiked when you finally noticed how your boyfriend treated his little sister. You had seen it before, but never exactly paid it any mind. He loved and protected Omega, of course, but you could tell that he didn't truly like her. Nor did he know how to act around her. He had openly said that he hated kids after his sister accidentally messed up one of his shots during target practice, and your anxiety spiked.

An hour after that pleasant interaction, you stood alone in the refresher, massaging your temples. You didn't know what to do. You wanted the baby, but if Crosshair didn't, you had no idea what you would do. You wanted a family with him, but couldn't be sure if he felt the same.

When you finally built up the courage to flee the refresher, you stumbled across Hunter, Tech, and Echo sitting together in the living room. Hunter was twirling a vibroknife between his fingers as the two tech geniuses worked on a new security system for the Havoc Marauder, which you rarely used since you grew your own food on Idaflor, but still needed for occasional supply runs.

"Hey, Y/n," Hunter greeted. You returned a small wave before plopping down in the seat furthest from him, head in your hands. Your morning sickness had recently begun, and you almost always felt nauseous.

"You okay?" Echo asked, briefly glancing up from his and Tech's project.

"Fine," you huffed.

You weren't fine.

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