Rubbing
his ears with his hands and then outright rubbing his fingers in the
little dips to make sure his ears weren’t blocked as he sat on the
medical bed, Obi-Wan focused back on Bant’s all to amused
expression as the mon calamari crossed her arms over her chest with a
raised brow, her double eyelids blinking slowly to moisten her eyes.

Her
fins were also quivering suspiciously.

“I
am sorry but would you please repeat that again?” He asked
uncertainly.

Smirking,
Bant turned the screen towards him to show him. “You’re pregnant
Obs, quadruplets
from what this is telling us though it could be mistaken… by like
two percent so its ninety eight percent certain you’re carrying
quadruplets in that pudgy stomach you humans call a belly.” She
drawled in amusement before stroking her chin. “Quinlan owes me
another fifty credits now come to think of it.” She said
thoughtfully.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth then closed it again, his hand coming to rest
uncertainly on his stomach. “…But I’m on birth control?” He
questioned in bewilderment. “I get a shot set in ever
month on the dot.” Obi-Wan ran his fingers through his hair,
tugging at it to the point where it hurt.

His
hand was gently caught and pulled away and he looked helplessly up at
the other Jedi, letting out a low noise as Bant smiled
sympathetically. “You
were on antibiotics right? For the injuries you got after sending
Waxer and Boil away from the front?” She gently prompted.

“Well
yes, I got some infecti-did the antibiotics do this?” Obi-Wan’s
eyes went wide.

Tapping
her screen, Bant shrugged a bit. “Antibiotics are known for messing
with certain birth controls and on a military standard medbay…”
She trailed off.

Obi-Wan
didn’t need the details filled in.

Cheapest
antibiotics filled the medbays of the army, causing issues with the
birth control of those who were on them. Like Obi-Wan’s.

“Kark.”
He hissed, dropping his head into his hands as his mind spun
furiously.

“You
are going to be huge.” Bant offered up brightly, already readying
the form to inform the council that Obi-Wan could no longer be on the
front line.

“…I
hate you Bant.” He mumbled sulkily as the image of himself as blimp
crossed his mind.

“Love
you too Oafy-Wan~” She chirped.

()()()()

Flopping
onto the couch and then outright just laying down with his head in
Qui-Gon’s lap and pushing his feet into Anakin’s, Obi-Wan sulked
quietly as the two stared at him before exchanging looks over his
head.

Ahsoka
stood frozen in the small kitchenette, a bowl in her hand.

Then
she grinned. “Well, I guess you’re grumpy master Obi-Wan.” She
said cheerfully.

Obi-Wan
just huffed at her.

He
was damn well going to be grumpy because apparently he was full of
baby.

It
was one thing when it was Boil but why’d he have to go and get
himself knocked up too!?

Obi-Wan
wasn’t about to blame Cody, for one the troopers had no idea they
were fertile in that manner and two, Obi-Wan controlled his own birth
controls. Also three, it took two to do the Corellian horizontal
tango.

He
had so many things things to do!

“Are
you going to… tell us what’s wrong?” Qui-Gon questioned,
petting Obi-Wan’s hair.

“Or
you going to continue rubbing your dirty feet on my groin?” Anakin
added curiously.

Grumbling
at the other two, Obi-Wan shifted and glared at them. “…I’m
pregnant and grumpy so there. Hormones.” He pouted.

There
was silence for a long moment before Ahsoka dropped her bowl in the kitchen.

“WHAT!!?”