butterflyflutter

Okay – you are completely wonderful, your writing and talented creativity is epic. You brighten my day. Have a great time on vacation, you will be missed, but that just means we’ll enjoy it that much more when you get back. — on an unrelated note, can we have what happens next with butterfly flutter, is there angst, is there drama? Does jealous Anakin start showing?

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“Obi-Wan, you
look well.” The redhead smiled as Mace settled down at the table
with him, eyes quirking up in a half smile.

“You mean I look
fat don’t you.” He teased in return and laughed when the Korun
spluttered.

“I certainly do
n-bah, of course you’re making jokes.” The man grumbled then
smiled. “But alright, you’re as big as a cargo barge.” He
smirked.

Obi-Wan just
laughed, rubbing his stomach faintly before taking a small sip of
tea.

“Morning sickness
still?” Mace hummed, glancing down at the others plate of toast,
ginger tea and a very small cup of yogurt.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
sighed. “The healers prescribed me some pills for it but honestly,
the side effects are worse then the benefits in my case.” He
grimaced then took a small bite out of his toast. “I make sure to
take my prenatal though so I’m in no risk Mace. Nor is the baby.”
He hummed.

“Good, you
shouldn’t take any risks.” Mace offered seriously then started on
his own meal of boiled eggs, porridge and salted meat. At least it
didn’t have a pungent smell, it had been hard enough to stand right
next to the food droids when fetching it to begin with.

“And Skywalker?”

The question was so
casual that Obi-Wan almost forgot the implication behind it.

That Mace knew.

He bowed his head a
bit over his cup, taking a sip to gather his thoughts and not speak
without thought. “He’s…he seems upset but that may be the
divorce and the probation.”

“I still can’t
believe you talked us into allowing him it.” Mace scowled at him.

“… I wanted to
see him happy. It made him happy.” Obi-Wan got out quietly.

Dark eyes observed
him and Obi-Wan took another sip.

“…You’re a
better man then me Obi-Wan. I would never have argued for it if I
were you.” Mace took his own tea.

“Well there was
also the added benefit of popularizing the Jedi again, making them
understand that we’re just…beings with feelings.” Obi-Wan gave
a small smile then sighed, all to aware of the ears around. Then he
rubbed the curve of his life swollen stomach. “… In the end we’re
all just that.”

Mace stared at him
then reached out and rested his hand on the others free wrist,
staring at him. “You’re more then that Obi-Wan and you know it.”

The other councilor
may have answered if a shadow hadn’t fallen over them, both looking
up to find the knight they had been speaking about looming over them,
blue eyes on Mace hand.

“Ah, Anakin, here
for morning meals?” Obi-Wan pulled his hand back, oblivious.

Mace was not.

He had seen that
flash of deep seated jealousy flashing through the knights eyes and
he sat back, watching him as Skywalker settled down beside Obi-Wan,
his shoulders tense and his flesh hand white knuckled on his tray.

“Yes. I had
morning meditation with the eight to nine years first or I would have
come before and kept you company Obi-Wan.”

“Mace kept me
company for a bit. It was alright Anakin.”

A spasm in the
knights fingers and a non-committal hum.

For such a smart
man, Obi-Wan certainly was oblivious to Anakin’s emotional shifts.

Then again, perhaps
Obi-Wan had blinded himself on purpose?

Mace finished his
tea.

“You’re still
not eating well?” Skywalker questioned, eyes on Obi-Wan’s plate.

“Its just morning
meals Anakin.” The redhead waved away. “I usually get my appetite
better around mid-meals. And like I told Mace, I take good prenatal,
there is no trouble. I get the calories I need and the vitamins.”

Blue eyes flashed
to Mace again before the blond busily focused on his own meal when he
caught the councilor already watching him.

‘He’s jealous.
He’s very jealous. Sith spit, I can’t tell if that’s good or
bad. Bad as a Jedi though we all have our struggles, or good because
that means he actually cares for Obi-Wan still.’ Mace finished the
last of the his porridge.

Convincing Obi-Wan
would be the real struggle though.

He was so used to
the blond that he didn’t even seem to notice how Anakin was leaning
against him, needing to touch him in some manner if it was only as
casual as his free arm resting against the others side and their
knees brushing.

Well, no one had
said Mace wasn’t up for a challenge.

Okay – you are completely wonderful, your writing and talented creativity is epic. You brighten my day. Have a great time on vacation, you will be missed, but that just means we’ll enjoy it that much more when you get back. — on an unrelated note, can we have what happens next with butterfly flutter, is there angst, is there drama? Does jealous Anakin start showing?

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“Obi-Wan, you
look well.” The redhead smiled as Mace settled down at the table
with him, eyes quirking up in a half smile.

“You mean I look
fat don’t you.” He teased in return and laughed when the Korun
spluttered.

“I certainly do
n-bah, of course you’re making jokes.” The man grumbled then
smiled. “But alright, you’re as big as a cargo barge.” He
smirked.

Obi-Wan just
laughed, rubbing his stomach faintly before taking a small sip of
tea.

“Morning sickness
still?” Mace hummed, glancing down at the others plate of toast,
ginger tea and a very small cup of yogurt.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
sighed. “The healers prescribed me some pills for it but honestly,
the side effects are worse then the benefits in my case.” He
grimaced then took a small bite out of his toast. “I make sure to
take my prenatal though so I’m in no risk Mace. Nor is the baby.”
He hummed.

“Good, you
shouldn’t take any risks.” Mace offered seriously then started on
his own meal of boiled eggs, porridge and salted meat. At least it
didn’t have a pungent smell, it had been hard enough to stand right
next to the food droids when fetching it to begin with.

“And Skywalker?”

The question was so
casual that Obi-Wan almost forgot the implication behind it.

That Mace knew.

He bowed his head a
bit over his cup, taking a sip to gather his thoughts and not speak
without thought. “He’s…he seems upset but that may be the
divorce and the probation.”

“I still can’t
believe you talked us into allowing him it.” Mace scowled at him.

“… I wanted to
see him happy. It made him happy.” Obi-Wan got out quietly.

Dark eyes observed
him and Obi-Wan took another sip.

“…You’re a
better man then me Obi-Wan. I would never have argued for it if I
were you.” Mace took his own tea.

“Well there was
also the added benefit of popularizing the Jedi again, making them
understand that we’re just…beings with feelings.” Obi-Wan gave
a small smile then sighed, all to aware of the ears around. Then he
rubbed the curve of his life swollen stomach. “… In the end we’re
all just that.”

Mace stared at him
then reached out and rested his hand on the others free wrist,
staring at him. “You’re more then that Obi-Wan and you know it.”

The other councilor
may have answered if a shadow hadn’t fallen over them, both looking
up to find the knight they had been speaking about looming over them,
blue eyes on Mace hand.

“Ah, Anakin, here
for morning meals?” Obi-Wan pulled his hand back, oblivious.

Mace was not.

He had seen that
flash of deep seated jealousy flashing through the knights eyes and
he sat back, watching him as Skywalker settled down beside Obi-Wan,
his shoulders tense and his flesh hand white knuckled on his tray.

“Yes. I had
morning meditation with the eight to nine years first or I would have
come before and kept you company Obi-Wan.”

“Mace kept me
company for a bit. It was alright Anakin.”

A spasm in the
knights fingers and a non-committal hum.

For such a smart
man, Obi-Wan certainly was oblivious to Anakin’s emotional shifts.

Then again, perhaps
Obi-Wan had blinded himself on purpose?

Mace finished his
tea.

“You’re still
not eating well?” Skywalker questioned, eyes on Obi-Wan’s plate.

“Its just morning
meals Anakin.” The redhead waved away. “I usually get my appetite
better around mid-meals. And like I told Mace, I take good prenatal,
there is no trouble. I get the calories I need and the vitamins.”

Blue eyes flashed
to Mace again before the blond busily focused on his own meal when he
caught the councilor already watching him.

‘He’s jealous.
He’s very jealous. Sith spit, I can’t tell if that’s good or
bad. Bad as a Jedi though we all have our struggles, or good because
that means he actually cares for Obi-Wan still.’ Mace finished the
last of the his porridge.

Convincing Obi-Wan
would be the real struggle though.

He was so used to
the blond that he didn’t even seem to notice how Anakin was leaning
against him, needing to touch him in some manner if it was only as
casual as his free arm resting against the others side and their
knees brushing.

Well, no one had
said Mace wasn’t up for a challenge.

Oh please continue with the butterfly flutter story. How about anakin not realizing that the baby is his and gets jealous and obi wan doesn’t correct him because he thinks it will make it easier for if not himself but for anakin. (Because we all know how obi wan is with him sacrificing his happiness for others)

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Obi-Wan was glowing.

Or so it seemed to Anakin as the man
slowly worked through the katas he was approved to do by the healers,
the swell of his stomach making it hard for him to move as he did
before. But Force he was still wonderful in Anakin’s eyes and the
baby made him seem radiant.

His hair was pulled back in a little
nerf tail and his tunics were thin and soft with sweat now clinging
to it in patches.

It served to make the curve even more
obvious and Anakin felt his eyes fall to it with both envy and
longing before he focused back on his own quicker katas that he was
showing to the younglings he was teaching while he was on probation.

Force it was exhausting, he suddenly
had a lot more appreciation for Obi-Wan teaching him for so long
because younglings were exhausting and Anakin only had to be with
them two hours every two days.

He still collapsed to Obi-Wan’s floor
as the older man laid down on the bed to rest his sore ankles and
back.

“Uuuuugh, I’m looking forward to
getting off probation. Force I miss being on missions and traveling
around, not to mention flying.”

That got a small laugh out of Obi-Wan.
“Well, one more month Anakin.” He rubbed the curve of his belly.

‘He’ll be seven months along then
when I’m ready for missions again…’ The knight mused into the
silence of the room.

He wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable
but it wasn’t really comfortable either.

“Remember that movie…Blade?”
Obi-Wan hummed, head hanging of the edge of the bed for a few moments
as he stared at the ceiling, hands resting on the swell of his
stomach.

Anakin raised a brow and tilted himself
enough on the floor to look at his former master. “Yeah? Its a
really old movies about vampire as I remember.” He blinked,
watching as Obi-Wan’s grin grew. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because I remember the erection
scene.” The redhead sniggered and adjusted himself on the bed to
lay more correctly.

“The what?”
That got Anakin to flip over on his stomach and raise himself up on
his elbows to stare at the other, brows raised.

That got a full blown laugh out of
Obi-Wan before he shifted to lay properly. “It was this rescue
scene from the third movie I think, he gets the stuff that makes him
not crave blood and when he stands up, he roars and he has one
massive bulge.”

He continued laughing and Anakin felt
his lips twitch before he finally joined him, laughing with Obi-Wan.

Force that felt good!

Just laying out of amusement, feeling
his chest ease with it.

He crawled up into the bed with Obi-Wan
and wrapped the other in a tight hug. “Force I’m almost tempted
to watch it.”

Squirming a bit in the grasp, Obi-Wan
forced himself not to think about the last time he had been in the
same bed as Anakin as he started to settle and snuggle in slowly.
“Well I imagine we could rent it online, make a movie night and
watch all three Blade movies. They’re old I warn you though, set in
a different universe too.” He grinned at the other.

Anakin chuckled and nodded, his nose
brushing against Obi-Wan’s temple.

“Also you need to use the shower,
you’re sweaty.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.

“Gah, give me a few more minutes. I’m
sore as all hell.”

“Fine, fine, a few more minutes.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and settled a bit despite his mind screaming
at him that this was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t drag
Anakin any further into the situation.

Even if the baby was Anakin’s, there
was no need to force him to take care of it.

But Anakin was a comforting weight
against him, warm and gentle, it was enough to make Obi-Wan grow
drowsy as he slowly curled a bit against the taller body against him,
eyes sliding shut even as he thought he felt a gentle hand brush his
hair out of his face.

The blond knight stared at the
slackened face of the redhead laying beside him, feeling his heart
throb both with jealousy and happiness. Jealousy because…well
Obi-Wan had so obviously slept with someone yet happiness because the
other was back and he looked so wonderful and happy..and he was right
there beside him.

Sleeping.

His breathing soft and steady with his
hand resting on the curve of his stomach.

‘I wish it was mine.’ He stroked
his hand over Obi-Wan’s stomach, feeling a light kick against his
hand. ‘I really wish you were mine.’

Oh please continue with the butterfly flutter story. How about anakin not realizing that the baby is his and gets jealous and obi wan doesn’t correct him because he thinks it will make it easier for if not himself but for anakin. (Because we all know how obi wan is with him sacrificing his happiness for others)

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Obi-Wan was glowing.

Or so it seemed to Anakin as the man
slowly worked through the katas he was approved to do by the healers,
the swell of his stomach making it hard for him to move as he did
before. But Force he was still wonderful in Anakin’s eyes and the
baby made him seem radiant.

His hair was pulled back in a little
nerf tail and his tunics were thin and soft with sweat now clinging
to it in patches.

It served to make the curve even more
obvious and Anakin felt his eyes fall to it with both envy and
longing before he focused back on his own quicker katas that he was
showing to the younglings he was teaching while he was on probation.

Force it was exhausting, he suddenly
had a lot more appreciation for Obi-Wan teaching him for so long
because younglings were exhausting and Anakin only had to be with
them two hours every two days.

He still collapsed to Obi-Wan’s floor
as the older man laid down on the bed to rest his sore ankles and
back.

“Uuuuugh, I’m looking forward to
getting off probation. Force I miss being on missions and traveling
around, not to mention flying.”

That got a small laugh out of Obi-Wan.
“Well, one more month Anakin.” He rubbed the curve of his belly.

‘He’ll be seven months along then
when I’m ready for missions again…’ The knight mused into the
silence of the room.

He wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable
but it wasn’t really comfortable either.

“Remember that movie…Blade?”
Obi-Wan hummed, head hanging of the edge of the bed for a few moments
as he stared at the ceiling, hands resting on the swell of his
stomach.

Anakin raised a brow and tilted himself
enough on the floor to look at his former master. “Yeah? Its a
really old movies about vampire as I remember.” He blinked,
watching as Obi-Wan’s grin grew. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because I remember the erection
scene.” The redhead sniggered and adjusted himself on the bed to
lay more correctly.

“The what?”
That got Anakin to flip over on his stomach and raise himself up on
his elbows to stare at the other, brows raised.

That got a full blown laugh out of
Obi-Wan before he shifted to lay properly. “It was this rescue
scene from the third movie I think, he gets the stuff that makes him
not crave blood and when he stands up, he roars and he has one
massive bulge.”

He continued laughing and Anakin felt
his lips twitch before he finally joined him, laughing with Obi-Wan.

Force that felt good!

Just laying out of amusement, feeling
his chest ease with it.

He crawled up into the bed with Obi-Wan
and wrapped the other in a tight hug. “Force I’m almost tempted
to watch it.”

Squirming a bit in the grasp, Obi-Wan
forced himself not to think about the last time he had been in the
same bed as Anakin as he started to settle and snuggle in slowly.
“Well I imagine we could rent it online, make a movie night and
watch all three Blade movies. They’re old I warn you though, set in
a different universe too.” He grinned at the other.

Anakin chuckled and nodded, his nose
brushing against Obi-Wan’s temple.

“Also you need to use the shower,
you’re sweaty.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.

“Gah, give me a few more minutes. I’m
sore as all hell.”

“Fine, fine, a few more minutes.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and settled a bit despite his mind screaming
at him that this was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t drag
Anakin any further into the situation.

Even if the baby was Anakin’s, there
was no need to force him to take care of it.

But Anakin was a comforting weight
against him, warm and gentle, it was enough to make Obi-Wan grow
drowsy as he slowly curled a bit against the taller body against him,
eyes sliding shut even as he thought he felt a gentle hand brush his
hair out of his face.

The blond knight stared at the
slackened face of the redhead laying beside him, feeling his heart
throb both with jealousy and happiness. Jealousy because…well
Obi-Wan had so obviously slept with someone yet happiness because the
other was back and he looked so wonderful and happy..and he was right
there beside him.

Sleeping.

His breathing soft and steady with his
hand resting on the curve of his stomach.

‘I wish it was mine.’ He stroked
his hand over Obi-Wan’s stomach, feeling a light kick against his
hand. ‘I really wish you were mine.’

Why are you so good at writing ??? I’m already obsessed with the new obikin mpreg story. When you continue on with it please give us all the angst. (Anakin thinking the baby is someone else’s and getting jealous, obi wan with his usual self deprecating thoughts)

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“So…um…Uiron, nice posting?”
Anakin scrambled for something to say even as Obi-Wan put the kettle
to heat to make tea, resisting the urge to let his eyes slide lower
to the curve of Obi-Wan’s belly again.

“A bit cold but calm, the people were
nice and the posting was calm. Had to figure out how to use water
vapors since it was out on the edges of the Rim” Obi-Wan murmured,
feeling Anakin’s eyes on him. The other had refused to leave him
alone, followed him to the council chamber, waited for him to finish
reporting and followed him to his old quarters to help him settle in
again.

And all the while his former padawan’s
eyes had lingered on Obi-Wan’s stomach when the other thought
Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

“How has Coruscant been while I was
gone?” He settled on as he turned around, leaning against the
counter to peer at Anakin at the dinner table.

Anakin rubbed his neck at that. “Its
been…strange. Without you. I’m glad you’re back.” He smiled
at the other.

“I’m glad to be back.” Obi-Wan
returned the smile before humming. “I’d offer you some biscuit
now but I’m afraid that there’s nothing here…I’ll have to
stock up on some things tomorrow.” He sighed.

“I’d help if you want. I’m more
then willing to help.” Anakin offered quickly. “It would be nice
to catch up with you and help you settle back in.” His eyes
flickered over the swell of the others stomach and then firmly jumped
back to Obi-Wan’s face. “I mean, I’m not doing much right now
anyhow. Since I’m on probation.”

“Pro…probation?” Obi-Wan blinked
and the blond winced a bit, rubbing his hands together.

He looked almost reluctant, a bit
shamed. “I…didn’t take you leaving so well. And um… then
Padme and me called another break after about two months after you
left and then…well our divorce is getting finalized.” He
confessed.

‘Divorce? He’s…’ Obi-Wan stared
at him.

“We’re still friends, its a mutual
agreement.” Anakin sighed, bowing his head. “But the
Council…well it feels a probation would do me good, stay here,
meditate, collect my thoughts…” He grimaced. “I think its
punishment since I had special dispensation to make this all work.”

“I…don’t know quite what to say.”
Obi-Wan confessed, turning around when the kettle whistled so he
could add water to the teapot. “Friends?”

“Yes, like I said, mutual agreement.”
Anakin watched the other, the way Obi-Wan’s hair curled around
against the nape of his neck, the finely groomed beard and the
profile of his nose. Force he had missed the other man. “Padme and
I are still good friends.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan hummed before
carrying the now full pot to the table and getting two cups.

“…And what about you Obi-Wan? I
mean…you…that is…” Anakin’s eyes fell to the others
stomach. “…You’re pregnant.” He finally said, feeling an itch
along his spine at the words.

“Yes, I…hmm, well it doesn’t
matter. I’m back because I’m temple locked now since I’ve close
to the six month mark.” Obi-Wan sat down carefully.

“Close to…” Blue eyes stared at
him as Obi-Wan avoided the others gaze.

“Yes, standard policy, six month mark
you start getting too visible and its dangerous for the fetus if you
opt to keep it.” Obi-Wan poured tea. “Which I did.”

“…I wasn’t aware you could…”

“A quirk of my people.” Obi-Wan
picked up his cup. “Most Stewjoni can. Since gender is rather fluid
there its possible for same sex couple to…well yes. I carry that
quirk with me.” He shrugged a bit.

“I see…and the other parent?”
Anakin closed his hands tightly around the cup Obi-Wan had poured for
him, shoulders tense as his heart did an odd sort of stutter of
someone else with Obi-Wan.

“Is…not in the picture.” The Jedi
Master murmured, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Okay…well…um…” A awkward
silence filled the air as both drank tea.

Anakin had spent weeks wishing for
Obi-Wan back and now he was and he had no idea what to even say. He
knew Obi-Wan was sexually active, of course he did, he could still
remember the other under his hands, the callused foot rubbing along
his calf before the leg rested over the small of his back as he
thrust deep.

But he didn’t think…and the other
parent wasn’t involved?

Force…

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want
that, want Obi-Wan?

From the slump of Obi-Wan’s shoulder
Anakin decided not to dig in, instead he decided to tell him about
the on goings of the Temple that had happened the last five months
and felt his stomach settle when Obi-Wan smiled at him, grateful for
the subject change obviously.

Why are you so good at writing ??? I’m already obsessed with the new obikin mpreg story. When you continue on with it please give us all the angst. (Anakin thinking the baby is someone else’s and getting jealous, obi wan with his usual self deprecating thoughts)

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“So…um…Uiron, nice posting?”
Anakin scrambled for something to say even as Obi-Wan put the kettle
to heat to make tea, resisting the urge to let his eyes slide lower
to the curve of Obi-Wan’s belly again.

“A bit cold but calm, the people were
nice and the posting was calm. Had to figure out how to use water
vapors since it was out on the edges of the Rim” Obi-Wan murmured,
feeling Anakin’s eyes on him. The other had refused to leave him
alone, followed him to the council chamber, waited for him to finish
reporting and followed him to his old quarters to help him settle in
again.

And all the while his former padawan’s
eyes had lingered on Obi-Wan’s stomach when the other thought
Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

“How has Coruscant been while I was
gone?” He settled on as he turned around, leaning against the
counter to peer at Anakin at the dinner table.

Anakin rubbed his neck at that. “Its
been…strange. Without you. I’m glad you’re back.” He smiled
at the other.

“I’m glad to be back.” Obi-Wan
returned the smile before humming. “I’d offer you some biscuit
now but I’m afraid that there’s nothing here…I’ll have to
stock up on some things tomorrow.” He sighed.

“I’d help if you want. I’m more
then willing to help.” Anakin offered quickly. “It would be nice
to catch up with you and help you settle back in.” His eyes
flickered over the swell of the others stomach and then firmly jumped
back to Obi-Wan’s face. “I mean, I’m not doing much right now
anyhow. Since I’m on probation.”

“Pro…probation?” Obi-Wan blinked
and the blond winced a bit, rubbing his hands together.

He looked almost reluctant, a bit
shamed. “I…didn’t take you leaving so well. And um… then
Padme and me called another break after about two months after you
left and then…well our divorce is getting finalized.” He
confessed.

‘Divorce? He’s…’ Obi-Wan stared
at him.

“We’re still friends, its a mutual
agreement.” Anakin sighed, bowing his head. “But the
Council…well it feels a probation would do me good, stay here,
meditate, collect my thoughts…” He grimaced. “I think its
punishment since I had special dispensation to make this all work.”

“I…don’t know quite what to say.”
Obi-Wan confessed, turning around when the kettle whistled so he
could add water to the teapot. “Friends?”

“Yes, like I said, mutual agreement.”
Anakin watched the other, the way Obi-Wan’s hair curled around
against the nape of his neck, the finely groomed beard and the
profile of his nose. Force he had missed the other man. “Padme and
I are still good friends.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan hummed before
carrying the now full pot to the table and getting two cups.

“…And what about you Obi-Wan? I
mean…you…that is…” Anakin’s eyes fell to the others
stomach. “…You’re pregnant.” He finally said, feeling an itch
along his spine at the words.

“Yes, I…hmm, well it doesn’t
matter. I’m back because I’m temple locked now since I’ve close
to the six month mark.” Obi-Wan sat down carefully.

“Close to…” Blue eyes stared at
him as Obi-Wan avoided the others gaze.

“Yes, standard policy, six month mark
you start getting too visible and its dangerous for the fetus if you
opt to keep it.” Obi-Wan poured tea. “Which I did.”

“…I wasn’t aware you could…”

“A quirk of my people.” Obi-Wan
picked up his cup. “Most Stewjoni can. Since gender is rather fluid
there its possible for same sex couple to…well yes. I carry that
quirk with me.” He shrugged a bit.

“I see…and the other parent?”
Anakin closed his hands tightly around the cup Obi-Wan had poured for
him, shoulders tense as his heart did an odd sort of stutter of
someone else with Obi-Wan.

“Is…not in the picture.” The Jedi
Master murmured, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Okay…well…um…” A awkward
silence filled the air as both drank tea.

Anakin had spent weeks wishing for
Obi-Wan back and now he was and he had no idea what to even say. He
knew Obi-Wan was sexually active, of course he did, he could still
remember the other under his hands, the callused foot rubbing along
his calf before the leg rested over the small of his back as he
thrust deep.

But he didn’t think…and the other
parent wasn’t involved?

Force…

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want
that, want Obi-Wan?

From the slump of Obi-Wan’s shoulder
Anakin decided not to dig in, instead he decided to tell him about
the on goings of the Temple that had happened the last five months
and felt his stomach settle when Obi-Wan smiled at him, grateful for
the subject change obviously.

So, imagine this. There’s no war, Palpatine had a heart attack or something, the clone production either never happens or is cut off. Padme and Anakin hits a rough place and Padme throws Anakin out, which leaves both Anakin getting drunk and wasted with a besotted Obi-Wan. One night stand. Padme takes Anakin back though but there’s a hitch, Obi-Wan is pregnant. What happens?

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He could still
hear the others voice in his ears.

She’s taking me
back Obi-Wan!

She’s taking me
back!

I didn’t fuck up
that badly!

Obi-Wan’s hands
tightened on the wheel of the speeder, staring at it numbly as he
remembered the utter delight on the others face, Anakin’s blue eyes
wide and his lips curled up in the widest smile he could ever
remember Anakin sporting.

So his words had
dried to ashes in his mouth and he had given Anakin the best smile he
could, given him his due comfort though his smile would at best have
been insincere.

In his delight
Anakin had not noticed.

And that left
Obi-Wan in the speeder now with the rain pouring down on the outside
of it, his hands on the wheel of it with the gnawing knowledge of
what was growing inside of him. Obi-Wan gave a low keen in the back
of his throat, head falling forward to rest against the speeder
wheel, his mind racing before he finally took a decision.

Turning the
speeder, he heated back to the temple and left the speeder in the
hanger, intent on finding Mace.

The Korun took one
look at him and sighed before stepping back and letting Obi-Wan into
his quarters.

“I need a favor
Mace, a mission…as many months as you can give me, far away.”
Obi-Wan offered without pause, staring at the taller man.

Mace gave him a
long look. “This has to do with Skywalker, doesn’t it.” It was
not posed as a question and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped, wondering
if he was that transparent.

“…Senator
Amidala has changed her mind. The council will be glad to know that
they’ve resolved the issue between them and she has taken him
back.” He whispered, struggling against his own emotions.

“…And that
spark growing inside you?” Mace finally posed the question to what
Obi-Wan had been planning to tell Anakin about.

“…Is mine.”
The redhead settled on. “Please…somewhere far away…as many
months as you can get me.” He whispered.

Mace sighed deeply
and then reached out, taking the other by the shoulder and pulling
him in, tucking Obi-Wan’s head beneath his chin. Obi-Wan’s
initial response was to tense up before he sunk against the other
with a quiet noise.

“…Five months,
a posting on the Outer Rims. Nothing fancy, just watch the ships,
keep an eye on pirate activity and radio it in. Uiron.”

“…I’ll take
it.”

Mace arranged it
and Obi-Wan leaves the next day, a bag slung over his shoulder as he
boards the shuttle that will take him to the cargo transport that
will bring him to the Outer Rims. There is no goodbye.

The thought of
saying goodbye is too much and so he leaves mails to everyone that
matters. The ones that matters to Obi-Wan in this hour. Force is
there really just a handful that would care if he was missing or
dead?

Obi-Wan swallowed,
an odd sensation of loss and being unwanted in his belly settled in
the small quarters, on his way outbound.

()()()

Its not so bad,
even being so far from the temple and most of civilization.

He can breath out
here on Uiron, he lives in a small hut with all the surveillance
equipment he would need both to send messages into the Core and
monitor the ships passing by Uiron. The hut he lives in is small and
beyond the necessities, he actually has the luxuries of a rather
large and soft bed.

Obi-Wan actually
spent the first two hours just laying in it the, feeling the softness
before he started putting away his things and cleaning out the dust
that had settled.

The hut had a
small fresher, a standard sized bedroom and a combined kitchenette
and livingroom and the surveillance/communication room. Three rooms
to live in, one to work in.

It gets…well not
better but easier.

There is less here
to remind him of what he’s running from and Obi-Wan stocks the
minor fridge of the hut and cupboards with what he needs from the
closest town, taking note of the merchants. Few are permanent
residents but he gets to know a few of them, local farmers, merchants
and even a few mercenary who calls Uiron their home.

There is a moment
though.

Perhaps call it
weakness.

He’s buying
supplies for the month and…there’s a blond, obviously a mercenary
and Obi-Wan can feel the others eyes on him.

Tall, a bit lanky
but built for his profession.

For a moment he
contemplates…

And then his mind
cries out. ‘Wrong, wrong, wrong! Green eyes, no curls! No scar!
Wrong!’

He bows his head
and avoids the mans eyes.

Eventually though
the real reason he’s there becomes impossible to ignore because his
stomach swells, his limbs ache and nausea sets in. One impossible
moment has him breaking down in tears because he swears he can smell
Anakin, the scent of skin and preferred soap and…

It gets easier,
eventually.

Obi-Wan put his
focus on the babe growing inside him, slumbering beneath his heart.
Heart ache grows fainter as the swell becomes more pronounced and his
visits to the medic tells him its healthy. A butterfly flutter inside him.

He ignores the
steadily growing inbox of mails from the people he knows, responds
only to the council and sends his updates in.

And then its time
for him to leave.

The months feel
like they have passed in a blur, as if he’s been sleep walking and
only awake for the moments when his baby kicks around and Obi-Wan
speaks to him as the flutters continue.

His robe hides
what he doesn’t want to show for now as he disembarks the shuttle
in the hanger, ankles aching and back sore, mind buzzing with
tiredness from the transport.

“Obi-Wan!”

The man is swept
of his feet, a yelp of shock leaving his throat as arms wrap around
him tightly and that damn familiar scent as his face is smooshed to
dark cloth as his bag hits the floor of the hanger when he drops it
in his surprise.

“You’re back!
Finally!” Anakin’s practically vibrating in excitement before
freezing a bit and settling Obi-Wan on his feet, pulling back slowly
to peer down at the other, shock lacing the Force around him as his
eyes settled on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Obi-Wan cleared
his throat but had no words.

He hadn’t
expected to see the other so soon.

‘Force…what
now?’

So, imagine this. There’s no war, Palpatine had a heart attack or something, the clone production either never happens or is cut off. Padme and Anakin hits a rough place and Padme throws Anakin out, which leaves both Anakin getting drunk and wasted with a besotted Obi-Wan. One night stand. Padme takes Anakin back though but there’s a hitch, Obi-Wan is pregnant. What happens?

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He could still
hear the others voice in his ears.

She’s taking me
back Obi-Wan!

She’s taking me
back!

I didn’t fuck up
that badly!

Obi-Wan’s hands
tightened on the wheel of the speeder, staring at it numbly as he
remembered the utter delight on the others face, Anakin’s blue eyes
wide and his lips curled up in the widest smile he could ever
remember Anakin sporting.

So his words had
dried to ashes in his mouth and he had given Anakin the best smile he
could, given him his due comfort though his smile would at best have
been insincere.

In his delight
Anakin had not noticed.

And that left
Obi-Wan in the speeder now with the rain pouring down on the outside
of it, his hands on the wheel of it with the gnawing knowledge of
what was growing inside of him. Obi-Wan gave a low keen in the back
of his throat, head falling forward to rest against the speeder
wheel, his mind racing before he finally took a decision.

Turning the
speeder, he heated back to the temple and left the speeder in the
hanger, intent on finding Mace.

The Korun took one
look at him and sighed before stepping back and letting Obi-Wan into
his quarters.

“I need a favor
Mace, a mission…as many months as you can give me, far away.”
Obi-Wan offered without pause, staring at the taller man.

Mace gave him a
long look. “This has to do with Skywalker, doesn’t it.” It was
not posed as a question and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped, wondering
if he was that transparent.

“…Senator
Amidala has changed her mind. The council will be glad to know that
they’ve resolved the issue between them and she has taken him
back.” He whispered, struggling against his own emotions.

“…And that
spark growing inside you?” Mace finally posed the question to what
Obi-Wan had been planning to tell Anakin about.

“…Is mine.”
The redhead settled on. “Please…somewhere far away…as many
months as you can get me.” He whispered.

Mace sighed deeply
and then reached out, taking the other by the shoulder and pulling
him in, tucking Obi-Wan’s head beneath his chin. Obi-Wan’s
initial response was to tense up before he sunk against the other
with a quiet noise.

“…Five months,
a posting on the Outer Rims. Nothing fancy, just watch the ships,
keep an eye on pirate activity and radio it in. Uiron.”

“…I’ll take
it.”

Mace arranged it
and Obi-Wan leaves the next day, a bag slung over his shoulder as he
boards the shuttle that will take him to the cargo transport that
will bring him to the Outer Rims. There is no goodbye.

The thought of
saying goodbye is too much and so he leaves mails to everyone that
matters. The ones that matters to Obi-Wan in this hour. Force is
there really just a handful that would care if he was missing or
dead?

Obi-Wan swallowed,
an odd sensation of loss and being unwanted in his belly settled in
the small quarters, on his way outbound.

()()()

Its not so bad,
even being so far from the temple and most of civilization.

He can breath out
here on Uiron, he lives in a small hut with all the surveillance
equipment he would need both to send messages into the Core and
monitor the ships passing by Uiron. The hut he lives in is small and
beyond the necessities, he actually has the luxuries of a rather
large and soft bed.

Obi-Wan actually
spent the first two hours just laying in it the, feeling the softness
before he started putting away his things and cleaning out the dust
that had settled.

The hut had a
small fresher, a standard sized bedroom and a combined kitchenette
and livingroom and the surveillance/communication room. Three rooms
to live in, one to work in.

It gets…well not
better but easier.

There is less here
to remind him of what he’s running from and Obi-Wan stocks the
minor fridge of the hut and cupboards with what he needs from the
closest town, taking note of the merchants. Few are permanent
residents but he gets to know a few of them, local farmers, merchants
and even a few mercenary who calls Uiron their home.

There is a moment
though.

Perhaps call it
weakness.

He’s buying
supplies for the month and…there’s a blond, obviously a mercenary
and Obi-Wan can feel the others eyes on him.

Tall, a bit lanky
but built for his profession.

For a moment he
contemplates…

And then his mind
cries out. ‘Wrong, wrong, wrong! Green eyes, no curls! No scar!
Wrong!’

He bows his head
and avoids the mans eyes.

Eventually though
the real reason he’s there becomes impossible to ignore because his
stomach swells, his limbs ache and nausea sets in. One impossible
moment has him breaking down in tears because he swears he can smell
Anakin, the scent of skin and preferred soap and…

It gets easier,
eventually.

Obi-Wan put his
focus on the babe growing inside him, slumbering beneath his heart.
Heart ache grows fainter as the swell becomes more pronounced and his
visits to the medic tells him its healthy. A butterfly flutter inside him.

He ignores the
steadily growing inbox of mails from the people he knows, responds
only to the council and sends his updates in.

And then its time
for him to leave.

The months feel
like they have passed in a blur, as if he’s been sleep walking and
only awake for the moments when his baby kicks around and Obi-Wan
speaks to him as the flutters continue.

His robe hides
what he doesn’t want to show for now as he disembarks the shuttle
in the hanger, ankles aching and back sore, mind buzzing with
tiredness from the transport.

“Obi-Wan!”

The man is swept
of his feet, a yelp of shock leaving his throat as arms wrap around
him tightly and that damn familiar scent as his face is smooshed to
dark cloth as his bag hits the floor of the hanger when he drops it
in his surprise.

“You’re back!
Finally!” Anakin’s practically vibrating in excitement before
freezing a bit and settling Obi-Wan on his feet, pulling back slowly
to peer down at the other, shock lacing the Force around him as his
eyes settled on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Obi-Wan cleared
his throat but had no words.

He hadn’t
expected to see the other so soon.

‘Force…what
now?’