Hi Moddy! Firstly, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening! Secondly, I was wondering what happened in the last Sweet Honey fic, will Obi and Jango really get serious about having babies??? I’d love to see more domestic Obi-wan with Boba and Fatherly Jango with Anakin! Any form of family time with the four of them would be so awesome!
Waking
slowly is
something of a novel sensation that
Obi-Wan is not
used to,
even in the temple where
he feels safe.
Generally
he wakes pretty quickly but at this moment…
He
is warm, his back is tucked back into Jango with one of the alpha’s
legs tucked between his legs and an
arm slung over Obi-Wan’s side with their hands loosely entwined.
Obi-Wan vaguely remembers the other grasping it last night and lacing
their fingers together while
pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck.
It
makes him smile drowsily, the sight of their loose hands still
together.
A
peaceful deep sleep with neither moving around to untangle them.
Of
course just because you want to remain in a peaceful, sleepy state
does not mean you can and Obi-Wan slowly untangled himself from his
mate, knowing he needed to get some breakfast going. They were
shipping out again
to some place the Senate demanded and Obi-Wan would rather Boba got
some good food into him.
Anakin
too though if Obi-Wan was right, his padawan was not at home at the
moment despite it being early in the morning.
Finally
standing on the floor, Obi-Wan stretched slowly, feeling his black
boxers slip a bit down which he quickly adjusted as he looked for his
robe only to find Jango’s shirt from yesterday on the floor, the
blue lose fabric laying innocently on the ground.
Glancing
towards the still slumbering alpha, Obi-Wan grinned and snatched the
abandoned shirt off the floor, pulling it on and
then bringing it to his nose with his hands
to give it a sniff before he stepped into his slippers and made his
way to the kitchen in boxers and Jango’s shirt, the shirt reaching
ever so slightly down his thighs.
He
smelled like his mate and now he would feed said mate and the cub he
had adopted from the man.
‘Flatcakes…
it will be a while until I can make it since we need to go out to the
outer rims…’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully and collected ingredients
from the fridge and a large bowl. As he whisked, the door opened and
closed and much to Obi-Wan’s amusement, quiet curses sounded from
the front.
“Seems
you’re not used to our new quarters yet?” He called out quietly
and teasingly.
There
was a pause and then Anakin, flustered and disheveled, showed up in
the kitchenette opening, smiling sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “Morning
master, I-”
He
shut up when Obi-Wan held up the whisk. “Just go shower padawan,
lest Jango catch your scent at this moment.” He teased though
Anakin quickly raced off to the new
fresher.
Since Obi-Wan had a mate and said mate had a child, they had moved
into one of the larger quarters after a bit of rebuilding. Now the
there was not only a padawan room but also Jango’s room and Mace
had quietly speculated that if necessary, they could knock out the
wall of the room next for another room…
It
had caused Obi-Wan to pause as he took the hint for what it was.
Should
Jango and he want children of their own, the order would allow it.
‘Kids…
do I want them? I… don’t think I would mind some of my own?’
Obi-Wan pondered as he pulled a skillet out to heat, ready to start
making flatcakes for all.
He
was about four cakes in when arms slid around him, Jango pressing up
against his back while cupping his stomach lightly. “Morning my
shirt stealer.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder
before hooking his chin onto the shoulder, content to hold and watch.
“Morning
mate,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, relaxing back into the other man.
For a few minutes he worked in silence with Jango wrapped around him.
‘Its as good a time now as any other. Boba is yet to wake up and
Anakin is still in the fresher…’ Obi-Wan pondered before turning
his head a bit to press a kiss to the others cheek. “Jango, have
you thought about kids?” He asked quietly.
There
was a deep huff then Jango straightened a bit, keeping his arms about
the Jedi. “Since I meet up with you? Yes. But its your body
Obi-Wan, if you will grant me pups that’s up to you but I wouldn’t
say no to one or two and Boba likes the idea of becoming a ori’vod.”
He rumbled out.
Blinking
at that, Obi-Wan paused, staring at the flatcake solidifying in the
pan thanks to the heat, pondering a thoughtfully.
Slowly,
he started to smile, pressing back against the other. “Mace told me
that if we needed more space, a wall could be knocked out into the
other room… and… maybe I’ll put aside my birth control for a
while?” Obi-Wan stated a tad shyly.
Jango
pressed a kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “See where nature takes us
huh?” He rumbled, tightening his grasp once more. “I can live
with that.”
Smiling
more widely, Obi-Wan only detangled himself from Jango as Boba
suddenly tumbled into the room, chirping in delight at the flatcakes
already done with
Anakin joining him moments later, helping Boba up into a chair as
Jango playfully ruffled both boys hair as Anakin’s had grown out in
the last few weeks.
It
was an endearing sight which made Obi-Wan smile.
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