Tucking
the covers around Mace with care, Obi-Wan gave the other a tired
smile before he slowly pushed himself up, rubbing
his throat scare gingerly as he made his way out into the main parts
of the quarters as his bladder was screaming at him.

Once relieved, he
went to the kitchen to start on some fruit porridge, watching the sun
rise slowly over Coruscant.

From his kitchen,
he could see the smoke still rising from the Senate even now, days
later.

Obi-Wan’s
warnings about Palpatine had been lingering in everyone even as
Obi-Wan recovered from his unwilling Fall, his soul and mind healing
still going even as Anakin had been forced into a corner by the man and had
to make a decision.

Blessedly, Anakin
had come to Obi-Wan.

Had told him what
the man was planning, what was going on which meant that things could
be dealt with. The council had been able to confront the chancellor
for the betrayal towards the Republic.

Not that it had
been easy.

Plo would never be
able to leave Coruscant without assistance though the Wolfpack was
more than happy to help their Jedi. Eeth had lost his life while
Saesee had lost one of his horns and his gaze to Palpatine’s saber
and Mace…

Obi-Wan glanced
towards the bedroom door.

Mace had lost both
his arms.

Anakin had been the
only one to come out of it physically unscratched.

But spiritually?

Obi-Wan had never
seen his padawan like this.

He’d switch
between bouts of rage and depression like the switch of a lever, the
healers had explained that it was Palpatine’s fault, the Sith
having sunk his claws into Anakin’s mind and without the man around, the
tethers were gone.

And
Obi-Wan couldn’t tether Anakin either in
his current state so it was a
struggle to help Anakin find balance again.

And then the babies
had been born.

Force hadn’t that
been something.

Luke and Leia had
been born a month too early according to Padme, thanks to the stress
they were all going through currently but their birth had tethered
something in Anakin. It wasn’t a magical healing, Anakin would need
much recovery just like the others who had faced and lived past
Palpatine but the babies were doing things to him that helped.

And the temple
would still offer him help should Anakin decide that he could not be
a Jedi anymore.

Which
was frankly still up in the air sadly
enough, the council just had too much to do to think over it right at
that moment but Obi-Wan knew it was coming, either Anakin would make
a choice or the Council would finally come to the conclusion of what
to do.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
sure which he wished for.

On one hand he
wanted Anakin by his side, still Jedi, both able to help people once
they were healthy again. But on the other hand… Anakin was married,
Anakin had a family and he had a chance to be happy outside the
Order.

Regardless, Obi-Wan
would be happy for Anakin with whatever the blond chose as long as
the young knight was happy.

There
was a soft huff that
distracted him from his thoughts and
that was Obi-Wan’s only warning before a chest contacted with his
back and two upper arms rested along Obi-Wan’s sides as much as
they could. A warm nose settled into his neck. “You weren’t in
bed.” Mace rumbled against his skin.

“Breakfast.”
Obi-Wan murmured back, petting gently at one of the stumps. “Healers
told me to have you eat light today before they try connecting the
new arms. And Anakin advised porridge in
case you throw up since that’s supposedly easier.”
He pulled the pot of the heat so he could turn around, smiling up at
Mace.

The
Korun grimaced but nodded, he was not a man fond of porridge but it
was clear he wasn’t going to complain. “Help
me change into my tunics or eat first?” He questioned resignedly.

“Eat
while its warm,
then change love.” Obi-Wan kissed him on the lips, avoiding going
too deep for the morning breath. Then he guided the other to the
table and pushed him into a seat, moving back to the cupboard to
bring out a big bowl for them to share.

Without his arms,
Mace had been resigned to needing help with basic things, like eating
and cleaning.

It was
made more bearable by Obi-Wan taking over the moment Mace was healed
enough to leave the Halls but
he was looking forward to the prosthetic.

Returning to the
table, Obi-Wan settled the bowl down only to stop when the other
settled his arm on Obi-Wan’s hip, the redhead blinked down at his
lover who peered back before Mace smiled softly. “We made it.” He
murmured, causing Obi-Wan to blink harder. “We’re still alive.”
He added.

“…Oh.”
Obi-Wan swallowed before smiling too. “We made it.” He agreed
quietly.

Heaven or hell,
they were still alive.

What more could
they wish for than that.