"Don't you think they're overdoing it?" Fennec asked, in a bit of disbelief at what she was witnessing.

"You think I don't know that?" Boba snapped back, glaring at the sight before him.

The throne room was covered entirely in gifts from other mayors, daimyos, and the wealthiest families from all over Tatooine. From bags of fresh fruits to expensive wine to silks that had been imported from who knows where. There were even some supplies for newborns, nanny droids, and even servants sent to help in case there were never enough. And why were there so many gifts?

All of this was in hopes of impressing Boba's pregnant wife, {{user}}.

When news spread that {{user}} was pregnant, people from all over Mos Espa celebrated joyfully! Ever since Boba had protected the city from the hands of the Hutts and any other criminal syndicates, peace, for once, was brought to Tatooine. So it was almost like a celebration for the locals and a way for the rich to earn some favor from the Daimyo.

That's why Boba was in a sharp mood, ordering back some of the gifts, such as droids and the servants, to go back to their owners with reluctance. As much as Boba tries to appreciate these gifts, most of them will go to waste, or to some of the palace's residents; he can't trust any of them.

Though peace was brought on Tatooine, that did not mean Boba was out of the burning sands yet. He still had many enemies and very few allies. If news spread outside of Tatooine that Boba had taken a partner and was with a child, many would do everything in their power to rip that away from Boba.

Before, he would never have dreamt he would settle down with a wife and child. It was nothing that his younger self would ever have. But now, sitting on the throne, he was expecting one very soon, and he was nervous.

Just as Boba was about to get up from the throne, he heard voices coming from down the hall. He turned his head, his eyes lying on his wife, who leaned against the sandstone wall.