Jyn stared at the medical alert on her holopad in numb disbelief. Pregnant. Pregnant. She hadn't even thought it possible. She had thought that after all the things she'd endured over the last two decades would have rendered her barren as a desert.

But it put her mind at rest to finally put cause to effect, why her balance had been off the last few flights and her energy levels had been so low.

After that, though... Her brain was awash in panic. They were only a matter of months from moving out of their base on the isolated Hoth and onto a more permanent base somewhere yet to be disclosed. Rumor had it that the Empire was planning something big, but no details were known. Her and Cassian had been sent out on recon missions nearly every other day the past few weeks without rest, trying to find out as much information as possible before they made their move.

The doorbell sounded at the door to her private bunk, breaking Jyn out of her thoughts. She hastily shoved the still-illuminated holopad under her pillow and and composed herself. She had little doubt of who it was.

"Can you believe it? Dios mio, fuck it all. Another mission. After we both got in just hours ago from those cargo busts!" Cassian Andor stomped in, filling the space with his presence. Jyn watched him pace her quarters, spewing expletives at the Resistance, the Empire, the Princess, the Ships, anything.

"When do we leave?" She finally asked.

"Tomorrow, Force willing. They have to repair the ship and get Skywalker's opinion on the plan." He failed to hide his obvious disgust for the other man.

"Luke is key in getting the pieces in place for the next attack. Don't behave like neither of you have served the rebellion well." Jyn said firmly.

Cassian stared at her, and for a second she thought he'd yell something back, but his shoulders slumped.

"You're right. I am doing my part and he is doing his. For the greater good."

"For the greater good." Jyn echoed. Her stomach did an uneasy flip as her mind returned to her predicament.

Cassian must have noticed the shift in her attitude, but it only darkened his face momentarily before he dragged his hand through his hair.

"I should be seeing to the repairs. I'll send someone for you when the debriefing is decided."

"Of course." Jyn replied. Cassian stared at her one moment more, then turned and left as quickly as he'd come in.

Jyn slumped against the back wall of the bunk, staring blankly at the wall. Her fingers found the holopad again and her stomach flipped once more. The results of the bioscan put her at a mere 1.5 standard months. Barely a blip in the system. There was still time.

There was no doubt in her mind who the father was. That was the least of the problems she had. It was what the father would do when he found out that he had accidentally spawned a child out of wedlock or god forbid - love - right in the middle of a god damn revolution.

After they had managed to survive Scariff by the skin of their teeth, they had gone from recovery to damn near drafted as the rebel alliance forged full steam ahead towards the destruction of the Empire's machine, that death star that loomed on the horizon.

Cassian had enjoyed being thrown back into the fray. She thought that he kept the demons at bay by working harder for their final exorcism. Even though he wouldn't be the one to pull the trigger on the death star, he'd damn well make sure he had a hand in its destruction. He volunteered for any mission he wasn't already sent on, spending months at a time out in space. He'd come home and drink, tell her all sorts of tales from the mission, and then pick up and leave again.

But that was it. Just words in between missions.

She hadn't adjusted to the constant drafting. Seemed like every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she woke up to another summons from the Princess or Mon Mothma, and was in the back of a transport within hours. Sometimes with Cassian, more often not.

That was why the sudden moment of intimacy approximately 1.5 months ago had been a surprise. Now that it had happened more and more often, she suspected that she had become little more than a place for him to put his body and his words between missions. Everything he did, he did without any hint of care or consideration for her feelings.

Not that she complained. A relationship with Cassian would be... Complicated. And they didn't have time for complicated in the middle of a war.

But it was hard to ignore the sting in her chest sometimes, like now, when he came in, made a lot of noise, and left. He didn't ask how she was, how her part of the mission had gone. She had taken a couple blaster hits to the arm and spent the hours since their arrival with a bacta treatment in the medbay... which was how she found out that she was... pregnant.

Good god.

She would have to be more careful on this mission. No unnecessary risks, but Cassian couldn't notice that she was being conservative in her efforts. Normally she would be the first up for an ambush or solo mission, and Cassian knew that. She would have to be careful.

Her holopad beeped, startling her. It was a communication from Cassian. She was needed in the main hangar for the debriefing of their next mission.

I want to see you after.

That was Cassian's way of telling her that he wanted a quick fuck before they went wheels up. She'd gotten similar messages between missions, ever since the first time.

The first time had been an accident almost. They'd been drunk, and she had helped Cassian back to her room to save time. She had tossed him into the bunk and was going to take a long hot shower in the women's private room, but Cassian had grabbed her wrist, looking at her with his deep eyes.

"Stay. Just tonight." He had said, pulling her to him. In her alcohol-induced state, she couldn't find the power to protest. It had been ages since she had felt arms around her, a man between her legs. At the time, it had seemed like a mutually beneficial situation. But as Cassian stilled above her and groaned his climax, she had heard him whisper those words. And knowing that he would only say them to her when drunk had been like a blaster to the chest.

Things had progressed from there. After every single mission, he would rage his frustrations about the progress of the rebellion and then find time to see her alone. But it was clear that it was nothing more than satisfying a need. He had trusted her with his life on Scariff, he trusted her silence when he spoke out of turn against his superiors, and he trusted her not to put a knife in his chest when he lay beside her in bed for those small amounts of time.

Jyn felt the same way, but always thought back to the first time. When he had said those words. She was sure they weren't hers to hear again. And now she was stuck with the consequences.

Pregnant. She still couldn't believe it.

Her holopad beeped again. Cassian was getting impatient, they were leaving soon.

Jyn wiped her recent messages, including the medalert, and stowed her holopad in her bedside drawer. She would dress quickly, get briefed, and then pray for a brief undressing. And she would not, under any circumstances, be telling Cassian about the situation. Yet.