Complications: Was It Something I Said?
Was It Something I Said?
“You’re late,” Corran couldn’t resist needling as Han led the Antilles into the Solos’ crowded entertaining area.
Iella wrinkled her nose at him. “Don’t start with me, Horn!” she called back, smirking. He grinned as he thought ‘Definite improvement in her mood since last time.’
Valin squirmed out of his father’s arms and hurtled across the room, crying “An Lella!”
Wedge swooped down in front of his wife and hauled the three-year-old into the air. “What about Uncle Wedge, huh?” He blew a raspberry on the little boy’s belly.
“No no no, Un Veggies!” Valin squealed, and the room seemed to burst with laughter. Corran snorted at the affronted look on the general’s face. Score one, Mirax.
“It’s Wedge, Valin. Wedge.”
“Veggies! Ma say Veggies!”
Wedge rolled his eyes at his laughing audience. “Of course she does,” he muttered. “Fine then. Veggies it is. I’m sure there’s some in the kitchen.”
Valin looked alarmed. “No no.”
Wedge grinned. “Oh yes. Come on, then. Let’s find some.” He tucked him under his arm and headed for the door.
“Oh Wedge.” Iella plucked the now wailing boy from her husband’s grip. “Stop tormenting the child. He already has Corran for a father.”
Corran, who’d been laughing until then, frowned at his former partner. “Hey!”
Iella ignored him, placing a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead instead. “Don’t worry, Valin. Wedge didn’t really mean it. He was just playing.”
The boy cuddled close to her. “Love An Lella.”
“Naw,” came the almost mocking chorus from the assembled pilots, Wes Janson leading. Iella fixed them all with a cool stare as she set Valin on his feet.
Most of Rogue Squadron was here - Wes, Inyri and Hobbie had set up sabacc in the corner, while Tycho and Myn chatting quietly, leaned against a wall. Gavin was chuckling next to Corran, three-year-old Cayleen dozing on his shoulder, his very pregnant wife Sera in an armchair nearby. Mirax had disappeared to change Jysella, with Luke and Chewie rounding out the group, wrestling with the Solo kids and dumping them on the couch.
“Wedge, Iella!” Leia emerged from the kitchen, Winter trailing after her. The princess moved to hug her friends. “We were beginning to get worried.”
“She was getting worried,” Han interjected. “The rest of us were placing bets on what was taking you so long.”
Corran smirked as a faint blush appeared on Iella’s cheeks. “Care to make us some money?”
She pinned him with a playful glare. “I can’t confirm or deny anything.”
“Ooh. Intriguing,” he teased as he lifted Valin in one arm, hugging her with the other. “General? Any comments?”
Wedge just smiled enigmatically. “Last minute shopping.” He wrapped his arms around Iella from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck.
Mirax joined them, Jysella gurgling happily now that she was clean again. “You look fabulous, Iella! Is that a new dress?”
Corran took a closer look as Iella nodded, seeming almost shy. The cocktail dress was a rich cobalt blue, gathered just under her bust and flowing loose to her knees. Her hair had been pulled up into an elegant knot high on the back of her head, leaving wisps and strands free for Wedge to play with, as he was known to do. She was stunning… but there was something different that he just couldn’t quite place…
“Well, you look totally fantastic, and I am totally jealous.” Mirax brushed a kiss against her friend’s cheek. “I still haven’t lost the wobbly bits from having Sella.”
Sera snorted, rubbing over her taut belly. “I would kill for those wobbly bits right now, Mirax. Wobbly bits mean the hard part is over.”
Wedge smiled, his arms tightening around Iella’s waist. “Hey Sera. How much longer have you got?”
She rolled her eyes. “However much longer the little one wants to stick around, I guess. The doctor says about four weeks, but I hope not. I want to be skinny again.” She turned to Gavin with a wistful sigh. “Remember when you could hold me like that, dear? All the way round, and no stretching?”
Gavin chuckled. “Of course I do.” He kissed the top of her head. “It’s not much longer. And you’re still beautiful.” He straightened carefully, his daughter mumbling as he moved. “I’d better wake this sleepyhead; it looks like dinner’s being served.”
*****
Dinner went fairly well, even with six children at the table. Seven, Corran corrected himself as he watched Cayleen and Wes pull faces at each other across the table. A minimal amount of food ended up on the floor and there were no screaming tantrums - although Valin remained dubious about the Alderaanian honeyed greens.
Leia rose from her seat at the head of the table. “Before we move on to dessert, I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’re here.”
“Nah.” Wes shook his head, grinning. “Free food and free booze - that’s all we need to know.”
“Here comes the catch,” Hobbie groaned. “No such thing as a free meal and all that. What suicidal mission do we have to volunteer for now?”
“Really tough duty, this one,” Han warned, a mocking glint in his eye.
“If it involves racing up a canyon or a trench, I nominate Gavin and Luke.” Corran took his daughter in his arms so that Mirax could finish eating.
“There’s something vaguely similar.” Leia smiled widely. “It is my honour and pleasure to announce that Winter and Tycho have decided to get married!”
Cheers and whistles broke out; Hobbie yelled “It’s about damn time!” and Iella rounded the table to hug her friend. Corran just grinned at the couple; quiet and dignified amongst the chaos.
“In honour of the occasion,” Leia called over the commotion, “we have a very special dessert.”
Threepio emerged from the kitchen bearing a frosted white confection, covered in faint hints of pastels that curled into delicate petals.
“Oh,” Sera breathed as the work of art was carefully placed on the table. “Is that a laitari?”
Leia nodded. “The traditional dish to be served upon the engagement of a member of the family.” She turned to Winter, whose eyes were brimming. “Congratulations. You are the sister of my soul, and I could never have found as loyal and self-sacrificing a friend if I’d spent all my years searching. You have given so much of yourself for my family. Now it’s time for me to give to you. Just know that I was blessed the day my father adopted you.”
Winter smiled through her tears - a rare show of emotion for the elegant lady. “It has been my honour to serve.” The two women embraced amid soft applause.
A rippling trio of sniffles echoed along the table, causing chuckles. Sera, Mirax and Iella were all wiping eyes and noses with their napkins.
Noticing the looks, Sera flushed slightly. “Damn pregnancy hormones.”
Mirax nodded firmly. “Post natal.”
Corran turned to Iella, a sudden suspicion coming to mind. Could she possibly be…? “So what’s your excuse?”
Iella just lifted her chin. “That was a beautiful, touching moment. I don’t need an excuse.”
“Now that’s my woman.” Wedge caressed her cheek gently, and she blushed slightly.
Han had been studying them, and suddenly blurted, “Hey, aren’t you guys up for an anniversary soon?”
“Our third, in three weeks. Why?” Wedge seemed a little baffled, and Corran could sympathize. Where’s the scoundrel going with this?
“Well, could you act a little less like newly-weds?” Han shook his head in mock-disgust. “One year for all the lovey stuff - that’s the rule. Then you head off into ‘old-married-couple’ territory. You’ll be giving this pair the wrong idea, acting all shiny like that.”
Mirax laughed. “Oh please. You should have seen them a few weeks ago. Hoo boy. They would’ve had you diving for cover.”
“Really?” Sera asked, a wicked gleam in her eye. Beside her, Gavin smothered a grin, and focused on clearing the debris of dinner off his daughter. Everyone around the table was watching the Antilles in amusement, even as Leia and Winter began serving sprays of flowers and cake.
“Oh, yes, really.” Corran grinned. He knew Sera quite well - the Horns and the Darklighters were close and had spent much time together; especially the women, who’d shared the worries of military wives and two pregnancies. Cayleen and Valin were frequent playmates. He leaned forward to fulfil her curiousity. “In the middle of a classy restaurant, no less.”
“Corran,” Iella growled, glaring at him. Quick mood change there.
“No!” Sera mock-gasped, smirking. Wes and Hobbie were sniggering behind their hands and even Luke couldn’t cover his grin.
“I just can’t imagine it.” Leia placed plates in front of the couple. “Not Wedge. And certainly not Iella.”
“I promise you, it happened. Trust me. We were there. Front row seats.” Mirax batted big eyes at the princess. “I was a little concerned when Iella started hurling knives as well as insults.”
“Knives?” Myn blurted incredulously, glancing between the general and his wife as if he expected her to pull a vibroblade on him then and there.
“I didn’t -” Iella protested, switching her glare to target Mirax.
“I swear on the Skate, the cutlery flew.”
“The knife was dropped.” Iella seemed to be gritting her teeth.
“Honey, you threw it halfway across the table.”
“It was a small table!”
“Aha!” Corran crowed triumphantly. “So you admit to the throwing?”
“I’m admitting that there was a knife and a table; and if you keep this up, I’ll have an actual incident to admit to!”
“Corran, Mirax, stop stirring up trouble. Words were exchanged, but no blades. ‘Ella, at least wait until there are no impressionable children to witness it.” Wedge took his wife’s hands and brought them to his lips. “So we argued. Any couple at this table that claims they’ve never argued is blatantly lying.”
“It’s more the ‘arguing in public’ that we were wondering at,” Hobbie confessed. “Neither of you are really the type.”
“Unlike other couples at this table,” Tycho offered lightly.
“Hear, hear,” Luke chimed in cheerfully. “I think the record for ‘most number of public arguments’ would have to go to Han and Leia.”
Han raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that!”
“You’re Corellian, you’d drink to just about anything,” Sera teased.
“And if there’s nothing to drink to, we drink from sorrow!” Han, Corran and Myn finished the saying.
Jysella, who’d been nodding off, startled fully awake at the hearty cheers and started to cry. Now I’ve done it! He caught sight of Mirax rolling her eyes and grimaced. He still wasn’t used to having a baby around again, and often did slightly foolish things that unsettled his infant daughter. Okay, sometimes more than slightly. But Valin wasn’t anywhere near as fussy. I got away with it more with him.
“Sorry, Sella,” he cooed, bouncing her gently on his knee and trying to sooth her before she really got going. He could hear Wes and Hobbie sniggering at his ineffectual attempts.
“Oh honestly.” Iella moved down the table and lifted the baby girl against her chest, running a light hand over the downy head. “You have such a very silly father. Yes, you do. I’d yell at him, too.”
“’Would’? ‘Would’ yell at him?” Wes snorted. “I’d say you just did - very impressively, too.”
“She’s kind of scary when she gets like that,” Han muttered, smirking into his drink. “I’d be ready to run if I were you, Horn.”
Corran, however, wasn’t listening to the conversation and laughter. He was watching the Antilles intently. Iella was rocking gently as she rubbed Jysella’s back. Her eyes were fixed on the baby’s face; Wedge’s eyes were fixed on his wife. A strange expression softened the general’s features - sharply yearning, yet inexpressibly tender.
Corran looked down at his plate, his suspicion settling into certainty. He felt like an intruder into his friend’s thoughts, although he’d heard nothing at all and barely touched the Force. The strength of Wedge’s love and longing at that moment… I don’t need the Force to confirm this for me. It’s all right there in his eyes.
A hand landed on his shoulder, and he glanced up. Luke was standing next to Corran, a sympathetic look on his face. He understands. He picked up on it too.
Luke turned to Mirax. “It looks like Valin’s almost out. Shall I put him to bed for you?”
“Would you?” She smiled gratefully. “That’d be wonderful, thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Gently lifting the boy from his high chair, Luke showed none of his brooding Jedi Master air. Perhaps he could do with a little more time around children. “Hey, Gavin, I’ve room for one more.”
Gavin grinned. “Since it’s on your way and all.” Cayleen was transferred from one Tatooine farmboy to another, and Luke headed off with his precious dozing cargo. Chewbacca was wrangling with the Solo kids. Jaina insisted on giving everyone there a goodnight kiss, and the boys followed suit when they saw how it stalled the whole process of actually going to bed.
Corran had to laugh when little Anakin crash-tackled himself into Tycho’s lap, yelling, “You’re fambly now, Uncle Tych!”
Han snorted as the Wookiee finally hustled the children out. “Kids. Seriously, Tycho, you sure you want to marry into this family?”
“I can handle the children,” the Alderaanian said mildly. “But for Winter… I’m even willing to put up with you.”
“Ooh, feel the burn!” Wes cried out, almost cackling. Corran also sniggered at the expression on Han’s face.
A gasp came from beside him and Jysella was roughly thrust back into his arms, squalling at the abrupt movement. Iella bolted from the room, one hand clasped over her mouth, the other supporting her against the walls and doorjamb. Wedge followed in her wake.
Silence fell over the dinner room as everyone stared after the pair in surprise. Typically, it was Wes who broke the silence.
“Was it something I said?”
“You’re late,” Corran couldn’t resist needling as Han led the Antilles into the Solos’ crowded entertaining area.
Iella wrinkled her nose at him. “Don’t start with me, Horn!” she called back, smirking. He grinned as he thought ‘Definite improvement in her mood since last time.’
Valin squirmed out of his father’s arms and hurtled across the room, crying “An Lella!”
Wedge swooped down in front of his wife and hauled the three-year-old into the air. “What about Uncle Wedge, huh?” He blew a raspberry on the little boy’s belly.
“No no no, Un Veggies!” Valin squealed, and the room seemed to burst with laughter. Corran snorted at the affronted look on the general’s face. Score one, Mirax.
“It’s Wedge, Valin. Wedge.”
“Veggies! Ma say Veggies!”
Wedge rolled his eyes at his laughing audience. “Of course she does,” he muttered. “Fine then. Veggies it is. I’m sure there’s some in the kitchen.”
Valin looked alarmed. “No no.”
Wedge grinned. “Oh yes. Come on, then. Let’s find some.” He tucked him under his arm and headed for the door.
“Oh Wedge.” Iella plucked the now wailing boy from her husband’s grip. “Stop tormenting the child. He already has Corran for a father.”
Corran, who’d been laughing until then, frowned at his former partner. “Hey!”
Iella ignored him, placing a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead instead. “Don’t worry, Valin. Wedge didn’t really mean it. He was just playing.”
The boy cuddled close to her. “Love An Lella.”
“Naw,” came the almost mocking chorus from the assembled pilots, Wes Janson leading. Iella fixed them all with a cool stare as she set Valin on his feet.
Most of Rogue Squadron was here - Wes, Inyri and Hobbie had set up sabacc in the corner, while Tycho and Myn chatting quietly, leaned against a wall. Gavin was chuckling next to Corran, three-year-old Cayleen dozing on his shoulder, his very pregnant wife Sera in an armchair nearby. Mirax had disappeared to change Jysella, with Luke and Chewie rounding out the group, wrestling with the Solo kids and dumping them on the couch.
“Wedge, Iella!” Leia emerged from the kitchen, Winter trailing after her. The princess moved to hug her friends. “We were beginning to get worried.”
“She was getting worried,” Han interjected. “The rest of us were placing bets on what was taking you so long.”
Corran smirked as a faint blush appeared on Iella’s cheeks. “Care to make us some money?”
She pinned him with a playful glare. “I can’t confirm or deny anything.”
“Ooh. Intriguing,” he teased as he lifted Valin in one arm, hugging her with the other. “General? Any comments?”
Wedge just smiled enigmatically. “Last minute shopping.” He wrapped his arms around Iella from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck.
Mirax joined them, Jysella gurgling happily now that she was clean again. “You look fabulous, Iella! Is that a new dress?”
Corran took a closer look as Iella nodded, seeming almost shy. The cocktail dress was a rich cobalt blue, gathered just under her bust and flowing loose to her knees. Her hair had been pulled up into an elegant knot high on the back of her head, leaving wisps and strands free for Wedge to play with, as he was known to do. She was stunning… but there was something different that he just couldn’t quite place…
“Well, you look totally fantastic, and I am totally jealous.” Mirax brushed a kiss against her friend’s cheek. “I still haven’t lost the wobbly bits from having Sella.”
Sera snorted, rubbing over her taut belly. “I would kill for those wobbly bits right now, Mirax. Wobbly bits mean the hard part is over.”
Wedge smiled, his arms tightening around Iella’s waist. “Hey Sera. How much longer have you got?”
She rolled her eyes. “However much longer the little one wants to stick around, I guess. The doctor says about four weeks, but I hope not. I want to be skinny again.” She turned to Gavin with a wistful sigh. “Remember when you could hold me like that, dear? All the way round, and no stretching?”
Gavin chuckled. “Of course I do.” He kissed the top of her head. “It’s not much longer. And you’re still beautiful.” He straightened carefully, his daughter mumbling as he moved. “I’d better wake this sleepyhead; it looks like dinner’s being served.”
*****
Dinner went fairly well, even with six children at the table. Seven, Corran corrected himself as he watched Cayleen and Wes pull faces at each other across the table. A minimal amount of food ended up on the floor and there were no screaming tantrums - although Valin remained dubious about the Alderaanian honeyed greens.
Leia rose from her seat at the head of the table. “Before we move on to dessert, I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’re here.”
“Nah.” Wes shook his head, grinning. “Free food and free booze - that’s all we need to know.”
“Here comes the catch,” Hobbie groaned. “No such thing as a free meal and all that. What suicidal mission do we have to volunteer for now?”
“Really tough duty, this one,” Han warned, a mocking glint in his eye.
“If it involves racing up a canyon or a trench, I nominate Gavin and Luke.” Corran took his daughter in his arms so that Mirax could finish eating.
“There’s something vaguely similar.” Leia smiled widely. “It is my honour and pleasure to announce that Winter and Tycho have decided to get married!”
Cheers and whistles broke out; Hobbie yelled “It’s about damn time!” and Iella rounded the table to hug her friend. Corran just grinned at the couple; quiet and dignified amongst the chaos.
“In honour of the occasion,” Leia called over the commotion, “we have a very special dessert.”
Threepio emerged from the kitchen bearing a frosted white confection, covered in faint hints of pastels that curled into delicate petals.
“Oh,” Sera breathed as the work of art was carefully placed on the table. “Is that a laitari?”
Leia nodded. “The traditional dish to be served upon the engagement of a member of the family.” She turned to Winter, whose eyes were brimming. “Congratulations. You are the sister of my soul, and I could never have found as loyal and self-sacrificing a friend if I’d spent all my years searching. You have given so much of yourself for my family. Now it’s time for me to give to you. Just know that I was blessed the day my father adopted you.”
Winter smiled through her tears - a rare show of emotion for the elegant lady. “It has been my honour to serve.” The two women embraced amid soft applause.
A rippling trio of sniffles echoed along the table, causing chuckles. Sera, Mirax and Iella were all wiping eyes and noses with their napkins.
Noticing the looks, Sera flushed slightly. “Damn pregnancy hormones.”
Mirax nodded firmly. “Post natal.”
Corran turned to Iella, a sudden suspicion coming to mind. Could she possibly be…? “So what’s your excuse?”
Iella just lifted her chin. “That was a beautiful, touching moment. I don’t need an excuse.”
“Now that’s my woman.” Wedge caressed her cheek gently, and she blushed slightly.
Han had been studying them, and suddenly blurted, “Hey, aren’t you guys up for an anniversary soon?”
“Our third, in three weeks. Why?” Wedge seemed a little baffled, and Corran could sympathize. Where’s the scoundrel going with this?
“Well, could you act a little less like newly-weds?” Han shook his head in mock-disgust. “One year for all the lovey stuff - that’s the rule. Then you head off into ‘old-married-couple’ territory. You’ll be giving this pair the wrong idea, acting all shiny like that.”
Mirax laughed. “Oh please. You should have seen them a few weeks ago. Hoo boy. They would’ve had you diving for cover.”
“Really?” Sera asked, a wicked gleam in her eye. Beside her, Gavin smothered a grin, and focused on clearing the debris of dinner off his daughter. Everyone around the table was watching the Antilles in amusement, even as Leia and Winter began serving sprays of flowers and cake.
“Oh, yes, really.” Corran grinned. He knew Sera quite well - the Horns and the Darklighters were close and had spent much time together; especially the women, who’d shared the worries of military wives and two pregnancies. Cayleen and Valin were frequent playmates. He leaned forward to fulfil her curiousity. “In the middle of a classy restaurant, no less.”
“Corran,” Iella growled, glaring at him. Quick mood change there.
“No!” Sera mock-gasped, smirking. Wes and Hobbie were sniggering behind their hands and even Luke couldn’t cover his grin.
“I just can’t imagine it.” Leia placed plates in front of the couple. “Not Wedge. And certainly not Iella.”
“I promise you, it happened. Trust me. We were there. Front row seats.” Mirax batted big eyes at the princess. “I was a little concerned when Iella started hurling knives as well as insults.”
“Knives?” Myn blurted incredulously, glancing between the general and his wife as if he expected her to pull a vibroblade on him then and there.
“I didn’t -” Iella protested, switching her glare to target Mirax.
“I swear on the Skate, the cutlery flew.”
“The knife was dropped.” Iella seemed to be gritting her teeth.
“Honey, you threw it halfway across the table.”
“It was a small table!”
“Aha!” Corran crowed triumphantly. “So you admit to the throwing?”
“I’m admitting that there was a knife and a table; and if you keep this up, I’ll have an actual incident to admit to!”
“Corran, Mirax, stop stirring up trouble. Words were exchanged, but no blades. ‘Ella, at least wait until there are no impressionable children to witness it.” Wedge took his wife’s hands and brought them to his lips. “So we argued. Any couple at this table that claims they’ve never argued is blatantly lying.”
“It’s more the ‘arguing in public’ that we were wondering at,” Hobbie confessed. “Neither of you are really the type.”
“Unlike other couples at this table,” Tycho offered lightly.
“Hear, hear,” Luke chimed in cheerfully. “I think the record for ‘most number of public arguments’ would have to go to Han and Leia.”
Han raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that!”
“You’re Corellian, you’d drink to just about anything,” Sera teased.
“And if there’s nothing to drink to, we drink from sorrow!” Han, Corran and Myn finished the saying.
Jysella, who’d been nodding off, startled fully awake at the hearty cheers and started to cry. Now I’ve done it! He caught sight of Mirax rolling her eyes and grimaced. He still wasn’t used to having a baby around again, and often did slightly foolish things that unsettled his infant daughter. Okay, sometimes more than slightly. But Valin wasn’t anywhere near as fussy. I got away with it more with him.
“Sorry, Sella,” he cooed, bouncing her gently on his knee and trying to sooth her before she really got going. He could hear Wes and Hobbie sniggering at his ineffectual attempts.
“Oh honestly.” Iella moved down the table and lifted the baby girl against her chest, running a light hand over the downy head. “You have such a very silly father. Yes, you do. I’d yell at him, too.”
“’Would’? ‘Would’ yell at him?” Wes snorted. “I’d say you just did - very impressively, too.”
“She’s kind of scary when she gets like that,” Han muttered, smirking into his drink. “I’d be ready to run if I were you, Horn.”
Corran, however, wasn’t listening to the conversation and laughter. He was watching the Antilles intently. Iella was rocking gently as she rubbed Jysella’s back. Her eyes were fixed on the baby’s face; Wedge’s eyes were fixed on his wife. A strange expression softened the general’s features - sharply yearning, yet inexpressibly tender.
Corran looked down at his plate, his suspicion settling into certainty. He felt like an intruder into his friend’s thoughts, although he’d heard nothing at all and barely touched the Force. The strength of Wedge’s love and longing at that moment… I don’t need the Force to confirm this for me. It’s all right there in his eyes.
A hand landed on his shoulder, and he glanced up. Luke was standing next to Corran, a sympathetic look on his face. He understands. He picked up on it too.
Luke turned to Mirax. “It looks like Valin’s almost out. Shall I put him to bed for you?”
“Would you?” She smiled gratefully. “That’d be wonderful, thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Gently lifting the boy from his high chair, Luke showed none of his brooding Jedi Master air. Perhaps he could do with a little more time around children. “Hey, Gavin, I’ve room for one more.”
Gavin grinned. “Since it’s on your way and all.” Cayleen was transferred from one Tatooine farmboy to another, and Luke headed off with his precious dozing cargo. Chewbacca was wrangling with the Solo kids. Jaina insisted on giving everyone there a goodnight kiss, and the boys followed suit when they saw how it stalled the whole process of actually going to bed.
Corran had to laugh when little Anakin crash-tackled himself into Tycho’s lap, yelling, “You’re fambly now, Uncle Tych!”
Han snorted as the Wookiee finally hustled the children out. “Kids. Seriously, Tycho, you sure you want to marry into this family?”
“I can handle the children,” the Alderaanian said mildly. “But for Winter… I’m even willing to put up with you.”
“Ooh, feel the burn!” Wes cried out, almost cackling. Corran also sniggered at the expression on Han’s face.
A gasp came from beside him and Jysella was roughly thrust back into his arms, squalling at the abrupt movement. Iella bolted from the room, one hand clasped over her mouth, the other supporting her against the walls and doorjamb. Wedge followed in her wake.
Silence fell over the dinner room as everyone stared after the pair in surprise. Typically, it was Wes who broke the silence.
“Was it something I said?”