Brushing his teeth,
Anakin kept a half eye on Obi-Wan in the mirror as the redhead was
busy examining his own breast with his hands and a small frown on his
face. He’d been doing that a lot lately and Anakin wasn’t quite
sure what to make of it.

Yes Obi-Wan touched
himself of course, in the privacy of their quarters or when he knew
no one else but Anakin was looking since breast apparently worked
pretty well as a stress relaxation according to Obi-Wan.

But this was
different, Anakin could tell.

“Do you really
think they are going to get bigger?”

And there they
were.

Anakin mentally
cursed out Depa Billaba in his head even as he pulled his toothbrush
out and spat the foam out of his mouth, turning to his lover with a
small frown on his face. “Love?” He questioned.

Sighing a bit,
Obi-Wan dropped his arms beneath his chest, crossing them. “I don’t
want them bigger Anakin. I am happy as I am and I would not change
the fact that we are going to be parents but… I’m also happy with
this size.” He sulked a bit, looking away.

Setting his
toothbrush into his glass on the sink, Anakin crossed the small
fresher in two steps to wrap the other in a tight hug. “Oh Obi-Wan,
its alright to be worried,” He murmured against the others temple
before pulling away enough to look him in the eyes. “And I looked
it up, you’re not going to get huge you know. Its only the
space for milk production.” He tried to reassure while holding him.

Obi-Wan just
frowned, looking away.

“One or two cups
sizes Obi-Wan, that’s what the text said.” Anakin continued,
stroking the others hair gently.

“I don’t want
to grow in breast size.” Obi-Wan sulked, pressing closer to him.

Biting his lips,
Anakin tried to think of what to say before smiling gently at Obi-Wan
and ducking his head to rub their noses together. “We could talk to
the healers about it you know and even if you grow in size Obi-Wan,
you can still hide in your tunic and use sports bras. I know that
right now you’re sensitive and have to use your loose and soft bras
but that’s because of the pregnancy, you can go back to your sports
bras once that’s over you know.” He carefully explained.

Then he slowly
brushed one hand down and over the little bulge of Obi-Wan’s
stomach, the tender action cutting off whatever retort Obi-Wan was
about to say as he instead settled his head on Anakin’s shoulder
while letting out a gusty sigh.

“…I guess I
shouldn’t be too upset,” He murmured quietly. “There is a
reason for the enlargement of my chest after all.” Obi-Wan nosed
slowly at Anakin’s warm skin as the blond tended to sleep
shirtless.

Cupping the others
stomach, Anakin grinned a bit as he spread his hand over the expanse.
“Aye and if its really a worry, you know there are breast
reduction.” He encouraged gently.

“…I’m being
silly, aren’t I?” Obi-Wan snorted into his shoulder. “I mean
really, being worried about breast size considering the climate and
what my body is up to.”

“I don’t think
its silly, its after all your body,” Anakin shrugged, slowly
drawing the other out of the fresher while turning the light off and
guiding towards the bed. “One has a right to be worried about the
involuntary changes of ones body after all.” He sat down on the
edge of the bed, peering up at him with a smile.

Obi-Wan smiled back
before rolling his eyes when Anakin playfully tugged at the shirt he
was wearing with a knowing smile on his face. “Alright yes, you’re
right and yes, this is your shirt that I’ve stolen. Its
comfy.” Obi-Wan huffed.

“Hey, I’m not
going to argue,” Anakin laughed, tugging Obi-Wan down into bed.
“But I do like the look, just so you know.” He teased before
getting a soft kiss good night coupled with a small snort before
Obi-Wan turned off the light by the bed and both settled under
sheets.

Tomorrow would be a
new day.