Butterflyflutter Obikin mpreg story, if you’re still into it, can I ask you for Obi-Wan and Anakin with their baby? Or just any closure you’d like to give the story? Thank you :)
Jerking to at a little cry, Anakin lifted his head from Obi-Wan’s
chest to blink into the dark before grunting and dropping his head
back down.
He was so warm and cuddled and Obi-Wan smelled so nice of baby powder
and his midsection was so plushy still…
“Its your turn.” Came a tired voice, the chest Anakin was resting
on rumbling slightly.
“Warm…” Anakin whined.
There was a yawn and then Anakin was rolled onto the floor, chest
smacking down first and his nose landing in his own slipper.
“Ouff! Obi!” He sat up on his knees, tone scandalized.
There was a tiny giggle from the bed and then some shuffling as
Obi-Wan rolled onto his side. “Your turn. Jinn needs a diaper
change.” He offered smugly if tiredly. “And if you don’t hurry
it might squirt up the back like last time. I was up for Jinn’s
feeding, so its your turn.” He yawned again.
Listening to that tired yawn, Anakin felt himself soften and reached
out, rubbing Obi-Wan’s back through the covers. “Fine Obi. I’ll
be back once he’s changed.” He sighed quietly before getting up
and leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek and smiling
when he got a little noise in return.
He was tired himself, a baby really took it out of them both but
Obi-Wan was still recovering from giving birth, obviously tired a lot
of the time, dealing with postpartum depression, healing and just a
general state of unwellness.
It was no wonder if he was tired with all that mixed into his duties
and child raising.
Picking up Jinn, Anakin crooned softly at his little brown-red haired
boy with blue eyes. “Oh baby, you really made a mess huh?” He
wrinkled his nose at the smell, cuddling Jinn as he blindly walked in
the dark to the fresher, knowing the way by feel alone.
Jinn sniffled into his chest, whimpering at his dad.
He whined louder when the light of the fresher came on before
outright crying when he was placed down on the changing table in the
fresher. Crooning, Anakin quickly undid his little boys diaper and
got to work.
Being a parent was like nothing else Anakin had experienced, the
unconditional love from their little butterfly as he held onto noses
or fingers and stared at you with big blue eyes or just watched the
world go by with the deepest of interest for even the mundane.
It even made it worth it to stay in the temple, doing teaching
rotation for the last four and a half month.
“Its okay baby boy.” Anakin cooed as he gently wiped what was
most likely a sore bum and threw the soiled diaper away in the diaper
bucket. Carefully he cleaned Jinn up properly and added a dab of
cream for the soreness and then some baby powder.
Before he could get the diaper on, arms wrapped around his waist as
Obi-Wan pressed against his back. “…I’m sorry.” The redhead
whispered. “I shoved you out of bed…”
Placing one hand on Jinn’s stomach and the other on Obi-Wan’s
hands on his stomach, Anakin crooned at his love too. “Don’t be.
It was my turn.” He stroked the others hand slowly, smiling softly
as he felt Obi-Wan relax against his back.
“Anakin? I love you.” Obi-Wan whispered.
“And I love you Obi-Wan, you and our little butterfly.”
That got a soft, quiet laughter.
Obi-Wan wasn’t healthy, he was dealing with postpartum depression
along with the physical. But he wasn’t alone about it and that
Anakin counted as a win.
As long as Obi-Wan knew he was loved it was a win.
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