“Okay, I just need to tell him…I just…Qui-Gon I’m pregnant
and there’s a one to three chance you’re the dad.” Obi-Wan
paced back and forth in his quarters, rubbing the slight swell of his
stomach, frowning to himself. “What’s the worst he could do?”

Oh that was a bad question.

The worst Qui-Gon could do was never speak to him again. The worst
the other could do was deny he ever felt anything for Obi-Wan…

Terrible terrible question.

Obi-Wan sighed then picked up his robe, putting it on and making sure
his hair was okay before he left his quarters to go find Qui-Gon,
wondering if they were dining out or staying in the temple.

“Obi-Wan!” A cheerful voice called out and the copper haired Jedi
turned quickly and smiled at his former padawan when Anakin rushed
over to see him. “Anakin, this is a surprise, did you need
something?”

“Not really, I just wanted to see how you were.” The knight
glanced at his stomach then smiled warmly at Obi-Wan.

“As good as can be. I’m on my way to have dinner with Qui-Gon.”
Obi-Wan shrugged, pretending not to see Anakin’s eyes darken a bit
before the blond lit up again.

“Well, perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow then?”

“I…” Obi-Wan hesitated, glancing away before back at Anakin.
“You know what we did was…”

“Spur of the moment, I know Obi-Wan, but…I just…well I’d like
to spend some time together, please?” The other begged quietly.
Obi-Wan pursed his lips, thinking. If Anakin was the father, he
deserved to be in the child’s life. If not, then Anakin was still
his former padawan.

“Well, alright. But just for dinner for old times sake Anakin.”
Obi-Wan nodded then yelped when the other hugged him, tightly with
his arms locked around Obi-Wan’s form. “Anakin!”

“Sorry, sorry!” The blond pulled back with a sheepish grin,
rubbing the back of his neck. “I just…I’m grateful, that’s
all.” He glanced down Obi-Wan’s form again, remembering the feel
of Obi-Wan’s swelled stomach against him. Force, that might be his
baby?

Obi-Wan snorted but was smiling slightly as he shook his head.
“Tomorrow Anakin.” He stepped around the blond and continued
onwards to Qui-Gon’s quarters. ‘Honestly, that man.’ He shook
his head again as he rang Qui-Gon’s door bell.

It opened after a few moments and the older man smiled down at him,
happily gesturing him into the rooms, the quarters already smelled of
delicious food and Obi-Wan’s stomach gave a happy grumble. “So
eating in your quarters then?”

“Yes, you’re a bit early, I made baked Iro.” Qui-Gon chuckled
and gestured for the other to sit.

“I’d apologize but it smells nice.” Obi-Wan settled down on the
couch, amused. “Still haven’t replaced the kitchen table?”

“Haven’t had time. Beside, its nice to eat on the couch.”

Obi-Wan laughed quietly, wrapping his robe around him as he settled
down in the corner of the couch, watching the other man. There was
something so familiar about being in the quarters, waiting on Qui-Gon
to serve up dinner.

Unconsciously his shoulders slowly relaxed and he smiled while
rubbing his stomach slowly.

They settled into an easy and familiar routine, chatting about what
had been going on until the food was ready and they settled quietly
in to eat, shoulders lightly brushing.

All things pleasant has to end eventually though.

And it did with Qui-Gon’s question. “So, you wanted to talk to me
about something?”

“I…yes.” Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck nervously, taking
deep breath. “I…don’t know if you remember what we did after
the battle of Uma?”

“Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon chuckled and Obi-Wan flustered darkly.

“I know, I know, I just…we didn’t use protection.” Now it was
Qui-Gon’s time to blink and then he seemed to narrow in, kneeling
in front of Obi-Wan and resting two large hands on his stomach.
“…Yeah.”

“Oh.” Qui-Gon rubbed lightly, staring at the little swell he
could feel before he firmly tugged on the others belt, uncinching it
so he could undo the outer tunic and see the little swell through the
inner tunic. “…Obi-Wan.”

“The thing is, there’s a one in three chance you’re the dad
with the time frame.” Qui-Gon glanced up at him at that, looking
like he wanted to say something before he nodded, still gently
caressing the swell of his stomach. “And I don’t know for sure who’s it is.”

“How far along are you?” Qui-Gon questioned quietly.

“Thirteen weeks. I’ve known since week nine. It didn’t feel
right to inform you over a holo.” The other tried to read the older
man but wasn’t sure what Qui-Gon was thinking or feeling.

“On one hand I want to sweep you up and kiss you. On the other hand
I’m not sure what I’m feeling.”

“I can understand that.”

“May I…have a few days to put my mind together?” Obi-Wan
nodded, feeling how the gentle hand continued its slow petting, he
didn’t think it would be a bad conclusion in the end.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I…please. I want to meditate and…” Qui-Gon glanced down at
the stomach and gave it one last caress before pulling back. “You’re
very distracting.” He smiled slowly at him.

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready to talk again.” Obi-Wan
stood, fastening his tunic again before hesitating. Qui-Gon stood and
caressed the others cheek gently. “Of course.” He stepped back
and watched the younger man leave, collapsing down on his couch once
Obi-Wan was gone.

“…Force.”