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So whose baby is it in “the risk?”

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Lifting
his head off the pillow, Obi-Wan smiled wryly at the commander as he
stepped in. “Cody…” He
greeted quietly, watching the man lock the door behind him before he
started pulling off his armor. “You got time?” He asked sleepily,
having grown drowsy
at the silence and warmth of his bunk regardless of his intention not
to.

“Waxer
has the bridge,” Cody answered quietly, clipping off until he was
left in his blacks, making his way over to sit on the side of the
bunk. “Helix told you to take a nap?” He questioned. After
all, he knew very well how hard it was to make the Jedi rest.

Obi-Wan
grimaced but nodded, slowly shifting and rolling over onto his side,
making space on the narrow bunk with a pleading look on his face as
he peered up at Cody
through his fluffed out fringe.

Huffing
in amusement, Cody curled under
the blanket and into
bed with the Jedi, wrapping himself around him by tucking one leg
between the redhead’s and wrapping his arm around Obi-Wan’s
waist, resting his hand between the others shoulder blades. “Better?”
He teased gently.

Obi-Wan
responded by tucking his leg up over Cody’s hip and burrowing into
his chest. “Much. I didn’t think I’d actually get to sleep but
with you here, I might actually manage it.” He chuckled quietly
before settling in, smiling slightly.

Nuzzling
the soft hair under his nose, Cody contemplated a bit before huffing.
“I’m surprised you didn’t outright tell Skywalker. He did ask
after all.” He said quietly.

“He’s
such a fluff boy,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “If he knew it was
you, he’d start coaching you on child rearing the moment I let it
slip. As it is I’m hoping me and you can go over it quietly
together.” He snorted sharply.

“Hey
I have ori’vode, I kn-”

“Babies
Cody, I mean he’d try to go through you the concept of burping and
diaper changes,” Obi-Wan explained more gently, smiling at him. “I
know you have little brothers, a lot of them and you’ve taken care
of them on Kamino and here. But babies are a tiny bit different.”
He poked the other
in the chest.

Grimacing,
Cody had to agree with that and nodded slowly. “Are… are there
places I could learn? I mean if you’re going to let me be i-”

“If
you finish that sentence you silly man I may have to smack you.”
Obi-Wan smiled softly. “Of course I want you in the baby’s life.
I was actually thinking of taking you to the creche to the babies
there for some hands on training. I know that crechemaster Maran and
crechemaster Dolan won’t mind since they have allowed such
arrangements before.” With other Jedi that was but to be fair,
Obi-Wan’s baby parent was not a Jedi.

It
was Cody.

And
Cody was safe just like any other clone.

When
Obi-Wan yawned a bit Cody tugged him into his chest. “Alright but
we can talk about this later. Right now I think its best you close
your eyes or else Helix might come scold us both.” Cody teased
gently, his heart beating a rapid tattoo as he held his lover close.

Humming
a bit, Obi-Wan did indeed close his eyes. “…You can tell whoever
you want right now though. I just wanted to avoid the stress with
Anakin, he went and looked up male pregnancy and then went and
hassled Helix for answers.” Obi-Wan chuckled sleepily.

“So
that’s why Helix looked so frazzled before we left.” Cody mused
out loud while rubbing his lovers back.

Obi-Wan
let out a soft humming noise once more, his breathing turning slow
and steady as he curled more into his lover.

“…We
could just keep everyone guessing who the parent is,” Cody chuckled
quietly. “Just take a few vode to the creche to learn baby care and
watch everyone be confused.” He glanced down and smiled softly as
Obi-Wan didn’t react, face buried in Cody’s chest and his
breathing deep. “…Yeah
okay, you just sleep sweetpea, we can figure this all out later.”
He pressed a kiss to the Jedi’s temple.

Father Sheev – is Anakin (who’s under suspicion from the order, terrified for his husband/child, stressed from being a war general…) going to talk to Sheev about his nightmares? He won’t want to worry obi wan too much in his condition, but I doubt he’d talk to Ashoka or Rex, and with Qui-Gon dead there’s really no one but Sheev for him to turn to. Also, WHO sent the visions then? Are they legitimate?

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Rubbing
his hands together nervously as he sat down, Anakin glanced about the
familiar office before focusing on the Chancellor, the older man
smiling at him. “Its nice to see you again Chancellor.” Anakin
greeted.

“Oh
I had a bit of a miss schedule issue and it cleared up a few hours of
my time today,” Sheev noted while pouring them both a glass of
water from a jug right by his side. Where the glass came from Anakin
had no idea though he had suspected for a long time there were
glasses inside the cabins of the desk. “And Obi-Wan noted that I
should speak to you my boy.”

Flushing
at that, Anakin accepted his glass of water.

He
knew that his husband had taken notice of his behavior and had been
trying to prompt him into speaking but he had been… resistant.

So
Obi-Wan had gone to his father clearly, hoping that Sheev would get
something out of Anakin.

“It
might also interest you to know that I have provided Obi-Wan with
bodyguards,” Sheev continued, unperturbed by Anakin’s silence as
he sat back in his chair. “Bodyguards who have training in medical
emergency… including male pregnancy.” The man raised his brow at
Anakin.

Sitting
there numbly, staring at the man, Anakin opened his mouth then closed
it again before nodding. “I… see.” He rasped out before sipping
his water quickly in an attempt to clear his throat.

“Obi-Wan
was correct then, you’ve been having visions?” Sheev raised both
of his brows.

Nodding
meekly, Anakin fiddled with the glass. “There’s… not much
detail honestly. More feelings I have to say but Obi-Wan is in pain
and there are baby screams and I just…” He swallowed sharply.

“And
I told you about my own mothers issues. Which can’t have helped at
all. Are you certain they are visions my boy? Not merely dreams
brought on by nerves?” Sheev questioned a touch confused.

Shaking
his head, Anakin sat the glass down on the little table beside his
chair. “No sir, these dreams… they feel like the visions I had of
my mother and she…” Anakin’s throat clogged up. He hadn’t
even admitted to Obi-Wan that he had been having dreams of his mother
and look where that had gotten him.

The
chancellor let out an understanding noise, stapling his fingers
together.

“…There’s
really bodyguards with him?” Anakin asked with no little relief.

“Medically
trained, no interest in humans at all, capable and loyalty to be
assured,” Sheev noted quietly, obviously contemplative. “They
will have access to the apartment at all times and Obi-Wan will have
to check in with them to avoid them bursting in to check on him,”
Pale blue eyes focused on Anakin. “They are also aware of you my
boy so you need not worry about them seeing you and alerting anyone.”
He smiled.

Nodding,
Anakin relaxed slowly. He had expected as much and the note of ‘no
interest in humans’ was assuring as well.

Not
that he’d ever think Obi-Wan would cheat!

Stang
no but… he was very pretty and in a vulnerable state for someone to
take advantage of…

“Do
you… think that will help? The bodyguards?” He clenched his hands
in his lap.

“They
won’t hurt at least,” Sheev noted calmly before pursing his lips.
“Though if you can encourage Obi-Wan to take it… easier on
himself, I would very much approve my boy. Pregnancy is not always
easy and he is a workaholic at the best of times.” He shrugged.

‘…Right,
because convincing Obi-Wan is so easy.’ Anakin opted not to say
that, nodding instead and taking a big sip of water while wishing it
was something stronger.

Father Sheev – is Anakin (who’s under suspicion from the order, terrified for his husband/child, stressed from being a war general…) going to talk to Sheev about his nightmares? He won’t want to worry obi wan too much in his condition, but I doubt he’d talk to Ashoka or Rex, and with Qui-Gon dead there’s really no one but Sheev for him to turn to. Also, WHO sent the visions then? Are they legitimate?

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Rubbing
his hands together nervously as he sat down, Anakin glanced about the
familiar office before focusing on the Chancellor, the older man
smiling at him. “Its nice to see you again Chancellor.” Anakin
greeted.

“Oh
I had a bit of a miss schedule issue and it cleared up a few hours of
my time today,” Sheev noted while pouring them both a glass of
water from a jug right by his side. Where the glass came from Anakin
had no idea though he had suspected for a long time there were
glasses inside the cabins of the desk. “And Obi-Wan noted that I
should speak to you my boy.”

Flushing
at that, Anakin accepted his glass of water.

He
knew that his husband had taken notice of his behavior and had been
trying to prompt him into speaking but he had been… resistant.

So
Obi-Wan had gone to his father clearly, hoping that Sheev would get
something out of Anakin.

“It
might also interest you to know that I have provided Obi-Wan with
bodyguards,” Sheev continued, unperturbed by Anakin’s silence as
he sat back in his chair. “Bodyguards who have training in medical
emergency… including male pregnancy.” The man raised his brow at
Anakin.

Sitting
there numbly, staring at the man, Anakin opened his mouth then closed
it again before nodding. “I… see.” He rasped out before sipping
his water quickly in an attempt to clear his throat.

“Obi-Wan
was correct then, you’ve been having visions?” Sheev raised both
of his brows.

Nodding
meekly, Anakin fiddled with the glass. “There’s… not much
detail honestly. More feelings I have to say but Obi-Wan is in pain
and there are baby screams and I just…” He swallowed sharply.

“And
I told you about my own mothers issues. Which can’t have helped at
all. Are you certain they are visions my boy? Not merely dreams
brought on by nerves?” Sheev questioned a touch confused.

Shaking
his head, Anakin sat the glass down on the little table beside his
chair. “No sir, these dreams… they feel like the visions I had of
my mother and she…” Anakin’s throat clogged up. He hadn’t
even admitted to Obi-Wan that he had been having dreams of his mother
and look where that had gotten him.

The
chancellor let out an understanding noise, stapling his fingers
together.

“…There’s
really bodyguards with him?” Anakin asked with no little relief.

“Medically
trained, no interest in humans at all, capable and loyalty to be
assured,” Sheev noted quietly, obviously contemplative. “They
will have access to the apartment at all times and Obi-Wan will have
to check in with them to avoid them bursting in to check on him,”
Pale blue eyes focused on Anakin. “They are also aware of you my
boy so you need not worry about them seeing you and alerting anyone.”
He smiled.

Nodding,
Anakin relaxed slowly. He had expected as much and the note of ‘no
interest in humans’ was assuring as well.

Not
that he’d ever think Obi-Wan would cheat!

Stang
no but… he was very pretty and in a vulnerable state for someone to
take advantage of…

“Do
you… think that will help? The bodyguards?” He clenched his hands
in his lap.

“They
won’t hurt at least,” Sheev noted calmly before pursing his lips.
“Though if you can encourage Obi-Wan to take it… easier on
himself, I would very much approve my boy. Pregnancy is not always
easy and he is a workaholic at the best of times.” He shrugged.

‘…Right,
because convincing Obi-Wan is so easy.’ Anakin opted not to say
that, nodding instead and taking a big sip of water while wishing it
was something stronger.

TheRisk: You are an evil, evil person. Now I need to know who the father could be! Is it a clone? Is it another Jedi? A one night stand? The force? You can’t leave me hanging like this!

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Sitting
down beside the other, Anakin stared at his former master for a long
quiet moment as the troopers continued packing around
them.

Obi-Wan
had been forbidden to do any heavy lifting by Helix and Kix,
something about a male pregnancy being a slightly fragile thing, with
how the body isn’t really prepared for birth and how a month of it
is always just for the body to prepare itself for the carry and
birth.

Anakin
had briefly check in on the holonet about male pregnancy but had to
click away just as quickly.

There
was just too many images of premature babies with wires and tubes, it had made
his stomach turn with worry and fear.

Commander
Cody had been by four times now with vitamins, tea and once a meal
bar and a stern look which had prompted Obi-Wan to carefully nibble

The
entire 212th
would be going with Obi-Wan as sending General Kenobi, the Negotiator
home alone was just asking for trouble and Anakin had been assured
that Master Fisto would actually be the one to replace Obi-Wan in
about three days since he was the closest to their position.

Which
was fine by him, he actually got decently along with Kit since the
man fought with his men. Now if they got into the tenants of the code
however that would be a different thing as Kit was apparently a
traditionalist.

‘Would
have been nice to have Eeth Koth here, he could give me some tips on
my Interceptor maybe.’ Anakin mused to himself before shaking his
head and looking at Obi-Wan when the master let out a deep sigh.
“Huh?”

“Just…
ask your question Anakin, you aren’t one for really sitting still
quiet this long unless you have something you want to ask, holding a
conversation or have something in your hands you’re working on.”
Obi-Wan noted quietly, peering at him through his fringe with a tired
expression on his face. He really did not like that he would have to
retreat to Coruscant and it was showing in his tired, slumped
position.

Resting
his elbows on his knees, Anakin smiled gently at him. “I didn’t
want to bother you. You’re leaving in not that long after all and I
just… figured you could use the rest.” He shrugged.

Raising
his brows, Obi-Wan snorted. “Honestly, it would bug me on the way
to Coruscant if you didn’t and I can rest in transit. Cody is
certain to take lead after all Helix read up to him from the
holonet.” Obi-Wan sighed quietly before smiling at him, clearly
expectant.

Rolling
his shoulders while letting out a soft amused chuckle, Anakin nodded.
“Fair enough. Alright, I’ll ask. Whose the father?” He asked.

He
even felt he was keeping his voice fairly soft and quiet but the camp
went noticeably quieter the moment the question slipped out of his
mouth and Anakin felt like everyone was watching them as discreetly
as he could.

“I
am of course.” Obi-Wan peered at him in bemusement.

Raising
both his brows, Anakin reminded himself to keep calm and not stress
Obi-Wan as stress would never be good for this baby. “You are
technically a bearer, I may not know a lot about male pregnancy but I
know that much. And for there to be a baby, there has to be another
donor.” He said with a touch of dryness he had picked up from
Obi-Wan.

“I
seem to remember that you do not have a father.” Obi-Wan said in
rebuttal and Anakin’s jaw dropped.

“Are
you saying that you’re having a Force baby?” He yipped out in
surprise only to breath out when Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in equal
surprise.

“W-Well
I’m not directly claiming that, no. I mean I’m not asexual or
aromatic Anakin.” Obi-Wan awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck,
looking away from the other.

Confused,
Anakin stared at the older man for a few long seconds before shifting
closer to him. “Obi-Wan…. Nothing bad happened
to make the baby, right?” He asked hesitantly.

Obi-Wan’s
head instantly snapped back, his ears turning red. “What? No! No
Anakin, no one has… Anakin no.” Obi-Wan assured in a much softer
tone, petting Anakin’s hand gently.

Relaxing
and leaning his shoulder against the others, Anakin smiled. “Good,
for a moment there I was…”

“Anakin,”
Obi-Wan broke in softly, smiling at him. “If something like that
had happened, you would know. I would have told you as I would
certainly have needed your support. Though to be fair, I need it now
too.” He grinned warmly.

Snorting
a bit, Anakin nodded. “I’ll be sure to add some support wheels
when I get to the temple.” He teased lightly, the two bantering
with each other and Anakin could feel Rex roll his eyes at them.

It
only occurred to him hours later on that Obi-Wan had neatly
sidestepped the question of his baby’s parentage.

TheRisk: You are an evil, evil person. Now I need to know who the father could be! Is it a clone? Is it another Jedi? A one night stand? The force? You can’t leave me hanging like this!

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Sitting
down beside the other, Anakin stared at his former master for a long
quiet moment as the troopers continued packing around
them.

Obi-Wan
had been forbidden to do any heavy lifting by Helix and Kix,
something about a male pregnancy being a slightly fragile thing, with
how the body isn’t really prepared for birth and how a month of it
is always just for the body to prepare itself for the carry and
birth.

Anakin
had briefly check in on the holonet about male pregnancy but had to
click away just as quickly.

There
was just too many images of premature babies with wires and tubes, it had made
his stomach turn with worry and fear.

Commander
Cody had been by four times now with vitamins, tea and once a meal
bar and a stern look which had prompted Obi-Wan to carefully nibble

The
entire 212th
would be going with Obi-Wan as sending General Kenobi, the Negotiator
home alone was just asking for trouble and Anakin had been assured
that Master Fisto would actually be the one to replace Obi-Wan in
about three days since he was the closest to their position.

Which
was fine by him, he actually got decently along with Kit since the
man fought with his men. Now if they got into the tenants of the code
however that would be a different thing as Kit was apparently a
traditionalist.

‘Would
have been nice to have Eeth Koth here, he could give me some tips on
my Interceptor maybe.’ Anakin mused to himself before shaking his
head and looking at Obi-Wan when the master let out a deep sigh.
“Huh?”

“Just…
ask your question Anakin, you aren’t one for really sitting still
quiet this long unless you have something you want to ask, holding a
conversation or have something in your hands you’re working on.”
Obi-Wan noted quietly, peering at him through his fringe with a tired
expression on his face. He really did not like that he would have to
retreat to Coruscant and it was showing in his tired, slumped
position.

Resting
his elbows on his knees, Anakin smiled gently at him. “I didn’t
want to bother you. You’re leaving in not that long after all and I
just… figured you could use the rest.” He shrugged.

Raising
his brows, Obi-Wan snorted. “Honestly, it would bug me on the way
to Coruscant if you didn’t and I can rest in transit. Cody is
certain to take lead after all Helix read up to him from the
holonet.” Obi-Wan sighed quietly before smiling at him, clearly
expectant.

Rolling
his shoulders while letting out a soft amused chuckle, Anakin nodded.
“Fair enough. Alright, I’ll ask. Whose the father?” He asked.

He
even felt he was keeping his voice fairly soft and quiet but the camp
went noticeably quieter the moment the question slipped out of his
mouth and Anakin felt like everyone was watching them as discreetly
as he could.

“I
am of course.” Obi-Wan peered at him in bemusement.

Raising
both his brows, Anakin reminded himself to keep calm and not stress
Obi-Wan as stress would never be good for this baby. “You are
technically a bearer, I may not know a lot about male pregnancy but I
know that much. And for there to be a baby, there has to be another
donor.” He said with a touch of dryness he had picked up from
Obi-Wan.

“I
seem to remember that you do not have a father.” Obi-Wan said in
rebuttal and Anakin’s jaw dropped.

“Are
you saying that you’re having a Force baby?” He yipped out in
surprise only to breath out when Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in equal
surprise.

“W-Well
I’m not directly claiming that, no. I mean I’m not asexual or
aromatic Anakin.” Obi-Wan awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck,
looking away from the other.

Confused,
Anakin stared at the older man for a few long seconds before shifting
closer to him. “Obi-Wan…. Nothing bad happened
to make the baby, right?” He asked hesitantly.

Obi-Wan’s
head instantly snapped back, his ears turning red. “What? No! No
Anakin, no one has… Anakin no.” Obi-Wan assured in a much softer
tone, petting Anakin’s hand gently.

Relaxing
and leaning his shoulder against the others, Anakin smiled. “Good,
for a moment there I was…”

“Anakin,”
Obi-Wan broke in softly, smiling at him. “If something like that
had happened, you would know. I would have told you as I would
certainly have needed your support. Though to be fair, I need it now
too.” He grinned warmly.

Snorting
a bit, Anakin nodded. “I’ll be sure to add some support wheels
when I get to the temple.” He teased lightly, the two bantering
with each other and Anakin could feel Rex roll his eyes at them.

It
only occurred to him hours later on that Obi-Wan had neatly
sidestepped the question of his baby’s parentage.

Any inspiration to write more Rarer than rare? I’d love to see Mace’s reaction that he’s going to be a daddy!

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Staring
down at the others shape in bemusement, Anakin slowly looked at
Obi-Wan who was struggling to get to his feet while squawking in
worry and then back down at the passed out shape of Mace Windu.
“…That’s not what I thought would happen when we told him the
news.” He settled on.

“Anakin!”
Obi-Wan yelped out. “Don’t just sit there, help him!” Obi-Wan
finally managed to get to his feet.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin stood too and leaned down, pulling the council master
up and onto the couch with a shove before sniggering heavily. “The
grand mace Windu, champion of planets, master of the vapaad and
grandmaster of the order… fainted at the news he’s going to
become a father?” He chortled even louder before backing away when
Obi-Wan sent him an angry glance, all too aware of the omegas
shifting emotions due to his hormones.

He
went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water and then fetched ice
cubes for it with a muffled giggle.

Mace
Windu fainting, hilarious to Anakin and he would be sharing that news
with the rumor mill. Honestly
he may respect the man but the council clearly needed a bit of
humbling from time to time and Anakin would be more than happy to do
his part of the humbling.

When
he returned, Obi-Wan was once more sitting on the couch with Mace,
one dark hand in his that he was gently petting with a worried frown
on his face and he glanced up when Anakin returned, smiling at the
sight of the water though that smile faded when Anakin let out a new
snigger.

“…Mace
thought he was infertile, he’s been trying to have a child for a
long time. For years actually before giving up when
nothing came from any of his attempts,
he only helped me through my heat for my comfort.” Obi-Wan said in
a quiet tone, still watching Anakin with that doe like look that he
had acquired once he got pregnant and his face started to soften out
with chub.

And
promptly Obi-Wan made Anakin feel like scum and he knew that if Padme
was there and not in a Senate meeting she’d be pinching his ear
with a stern glare that demanded he apologize once Mace was
conscious.

Rubbing
the back of his neck while
feeling like a jerk,
Anakin settled down on a knee beside the couch so Obi-Wan wouldn’t
have to strain his neck. “I didn’t know that.” He mumbled out,
a bit ashamed of laughing now. Hell if he thought he was sterile and
then was told he’d have a child after giving up on ever having one…
Anakin might go down too.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “Its kept internal. I know because I’ve been
out with Mace having a few drinks and it was mentioned then since he
offered to keep me company during heats. Said
kits wouldn’t be an issue with him…” He patted Mace hand gently
before reaching out and patting his cheek.

‘Yup,
I feel like a jerk.’ Anakin grimaced to himself even as Mace opened
his eyes slowly to blink at the ceiling for a few moments. And then
the man sat up sharply, staring at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, touching
his stomach and then letting out a hitched breath, pulling Obi-Wan
into a tight hug where Mace hid his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“One
of them is mine? You’re sure?” He rasped out.

“Quinlan
confirmed it, I had him use his psychometry to figure it out,”
Obi-Wan whispered, stroking over his bald head and down his neck in
comfort. “One of my pups is yours Mace.” He crooned softly.

Deciding
that he’d give the two space, Anakin went to the kitchen to put
together a minor snack for them, listening to the quiet assurances
Obi-Wan was giving Mace and the awed praise Mace in return was
heaping on Obi-Wan.

Any inspiration to write more Rarer than rare? I’d love to see Mace’s reaction that he’s going to be a daddy!

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Staring
down at the others shape in bemusement, Anakin slowly looked at
Obi-Wan who was struggling to get to his feet while squawking in
worry and then back down at the passed out shape of Mace Windu.
“…That’s not what I thought would happen when we told him the
news.” He settled on.

“Anakin!”
Obi-Wan yelped out. “Don’t just sit there, help him!” Obi-Wan
finally managed to get to his feet.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin stood too and leaned down, pulling the council master
up and onto the couch with a shove before sniggering heavily. “The
grand mace Windu, champion of planets, master of the vapaad and
grandmaster of the order… fainted at the news he’s going to
become a father?” He chortled even louder before backing away when
Obi-Wan sent him an angry glance, all too aware of the omegas
shifting emotions due to his hormones.

He
went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water and then fetched ice
cubes for it with a muffled giggle.

Mace
Windu fainting, hilarious to Anakin and he would be sharing that news
with the rumor mill. Honestly
he may respect the man but the council clearly needed a bit of
humbling from time to time and Anakin would be more than happy to do
his part of the humbling.

When
he returned, Obi-Wan was once more sitting on the couch with Mace,
one dark hand in his that he was gently petting with a worried frown
on his face and he glanced up when Anakin returned, smiling at the
sight of the water though that smile faded when Anakin let out a new
snigger.

“…Mace
thought he was infertile, he’s been trying to have a child for a
long time. For years actually before giving up when
nothing came from any of his attempts,
he only helped me through my heat for my comfort.” Obi-Wan said in
a quiet tone, still watching Anakin with that doe like look that he
had acquired once he got pregnant and his face started to soften out
with chub.

And
promptly Obi-Wan made Anakin feel like scum and he knew that if Padme
was there and not in a Senate meeting she’d be pinching his ear
with a stern glare that demanded he apologize once Mace was
conscious.

Rubbing
the back of his neck while
feeling like a jerk,
Anakin settled down on a knee beside the couch so Obi-Wan wouldn’t
have to strain his neck. “I didn’t know that.” He mumbled out,
a bit ashamed of laughing now. Hell if he thought he was sterile and
then was told he’d have a child after giving up on ever having one…
Anakin might go down too.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “Its kept internal. I know because I’ve been
out with Mace having a few drinks and it was mentioned then since he
offered to keep me company during heats. Said
kits wouldn’t be an issue with him…” He patted Mace hand gently
before reaching out and patting his cheek.

‘Yup,
I feel like a jerk.’ Anakin grimaced to himself even as Mace opened
his eyes slowly to blink at the ceiling for a few moments. And then
the man sat up sharply, staring at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, touching
his stomach and then letting out a hitched breath, pulling Obi-Wan
into a tight hug where Mace hid his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“One
of them is mine? You’re sure?” He rasped out.

“Quinlan
confirmed it, I had him use his psychometry to figure it out,”
Obi-Wan whispered, stroking over his bald head and down his neck in
comfort. “One of my pups is yours Mace.” He crooned softly.

Deciding
that he’d give the two space, Anakin went to the kitchen to put
together a minor snack for them, listening to the quiet assurances
Obi-Wan was giving Mace and the awed praise Mace in return was
heaping on Obi-Wan.

The Jedi Council are starting to become suspicious in father sheev

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Settling
down and sweeping his silver
and blue robe that
hid his condition out
of the way to ensure he did not sit on the delicate folds and wrinkle
them, Obi-Wan listened to the door to ensure it was shut before he
spoke. His father was filling the space regardless with some chatter
about the latest Senate vote which would keep anyone listening in the
secretary office from suspecting and pleasant greetings had been
taken care of the moment Obi-Wan had entered and Sheev had sent
everyone else away.

Finally
the door was shut and Sheev pressed the button on the disruptor no
his desk.

“Anakin’s
been having nightmares, please tell me that’s not your doing.”
Obi-Wan decided to not beat around the bush, rubbing his curving
stomach lightly to ease the pressure. Didn’t do him a damn of help
as the little baby seemed determined to lay on his bladder
regardless.

However
Sheev’s brows instantly jumped in surprise before lowering slowly
as he pursed his lips. “I do not appreciate that accusatory tone
son.” He drawled out.

“And
I do not appreciate my husband practically looming over me at most
moments when he is at home and constantly asking me about my health
nor him waking in the middle of the night to cling to me from his
nightmares.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest before
dropping them quickly and hissing as it brushed his tender chest.

Damn
these pregnancy hormones.

Sitting
back in his chair, Sheev stroked his chin slowly. “Well that’s
intriguing but I haven’t done a thing towards him…” He noted
with quiet interest, his frown growing. “Do you know what he’s
seeing?” He asked his son.

Blinking
sharply, Obi-Wan settled his hands on his knees. “You don’t think
its a nightmare?” He inquired, brushing his hair behind an ear.
“And no, Anakin refuses to talk about it.” Obi-Wan bit his lower
lip.

If
Sheev hadn’t sent nightmares to Anakin…

That
meant that the Force was sending him genuine visions and that was…
not a warming thought.

Settling
his finger over the top of his lip, stroking slowly, Sheev nodded.
“It could of course be just a nightmare but from your wording I’d
say it seems to be a regular occurrence?” Sheev grunted when
Obi-Wan nodded.

“Every
night for the last week.” Obi-Wan whispered, rubbing his stomach in
worry, a habit he had picked up as the curve had grown with the aging
of the child in the womb.

“…I’m
going to be assigning you bodyguards Obi-Wan, no objections,” Sheev
growled out quietly when Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to snap it
shut at his fathers words and the stylus vibrating off the desk.
“Bodyguards with medical education for
human males.”

Gnawing
on the inside of his cheek, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily through his
nose before nodding slowly. “I understand but only when I leave the
apartment. I want no bodyguards inside my actual apartment.” He
countered strongly.

“They
will have access to your apartment at all times to check on you and
your condition and will be living on the same floor as you, you will
report in to them every two hours via a text or voice mail.” Sheev
grunted in return, father and son glaring at each other before
shaking each others hands in agreement.

Sitting
back and reaching for his terminal, Sheev instantly started to write
a list of potential bodyguards for hire. Someone to be in the know
about Obi-Wan’s situation, loyalty to be assured, health and
guarding qualifications and for Obi-Wan’s comfort not attracted to
human males.

Obi-Wan
meanwhile shuffled to his feet and waddled ever so slightly over to
the tea table in the corner that Sheev had his drink selection on.

‘He’s
already waddling?’ Sheev bit in his urge to giggle hysterically at
the ridiculous walk before
firmly shaking his head. He needed a damn night sleep, he was clearly
becoming a tiny bit unhinged.

()()()

“He’s
become ever more a lose canon ever since Jinn’s death.”

“To
do something clearly must be, what less clear.”

“Can’t
we just speak to Skywalker?”

“He
would deny it all if there is anything going on, maybe speak to his
padawan?”

“Hmm
maybe but Tano wouldn’t be able to hold him calm… we may want to
tail him.”

“Honestly
we need him, he’s the poster boy of the war and he’s always been
a good liaison to the Senate.”

“Depa,
I’m not sure we can trust him anymore. If it came to us or the
Palpatine’s…”

“We
need to trust him, he swore an oath, he’s a Jedi knight!”

“…I
guess only time will tell. Maybe its all this war making us paranoid,
maybe he’s staying because of the war… we will figure it out I
guess.”

“There’s
a man, trust Knight Skywalker.”

The Jedi Council are starting to become suspicious in father sheev

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Settling
down and sweeping his silver
and blue robe that
hid his condition out
of the way to ensure he did not sit on the delicate folds and wrinkle
them, Obi-Wan listened to the door to ensure it was shut before he
spoke. His father was filling the space regardless with some chatter
about the latest Senate vote which would keep anyone listening in the
secretary office from suspecting and pleasant greetings had been
taken care of the moment Obi-Wan had entered and Sheev had sent
everyone else away.

Finally
the door was shut and Sheev pressed the button on the disruptor no
his desk.

“Anakin’s
been having nightmares, please tell me that’s not your doing.”
Obi-Wan decided to not beat around the bush, rubbing his curving
stomach lightly to ease the pressure. Didn’t do him a damn of help
as the little baby seemed determined to lay on his bladder
regardless.

However
Sheev’s brows instantly jumped in surprise before lowering slowly
as he pursed his lips. “I do not appreciate that accusatory tone
son.” He drawled out.

“And
I do not appreciate my husband practically looming over me at most
moments when he is at home and constantly asking me about my health
nor him waking in the middle of the night to cling to me from his
nightmares.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest before
dropping them quickly and hissing as it brushed his tender chest.

Damn
these pregnancy hormones.

Sitting
back in his chair, Sheev stroked his chin slowly. “Well that’s
intriguing but I haven’t done a thing towards him…” He noted
with quiet interest, his frown growing. “Do you know what he’s
seeing?” He asked his son.

Blinking
sharply, Obi-Wan settled his hands on his knees. “You don’t think
its a nightmare?” He inquired, brushing his hair behind an ear.
“And no, Anakin refuses to talk about it.” Obi-Wan bit his lower
lip.

If
Sheev hadn’t sent nightmares to Anakin…

That
meant that the Force was sending him genuine visions and that was…
not a warming thought.

Settling
his finger over the top of his lip, stroking slowly, Sheev nodded.
“It could of course be just a nightmare but from your wording I’d
say it seems to be a regular occurrence?” Sheev grunted when
Obi-Wan nodded.

“Every
night for the last week.” Obi-Wan whispered, rubbing his stomach in
worry, a habit he had picked up as the curve had grown with the aging
of the child in the womb.

“…I’m
going to be assigning you bodyguards Obi-Wan, no objections,” Sheev
growled out quietly when Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to snap it
shut at his fathers words and the stylus vibrating off the desk.
“Bodyguards with medical education for
human males.”

Gnawing
on the inside of his cheek, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily through his
nose before nodding slowly. “I understand but only when I leave the
apartment. I want no bodyguards inside my actual apartment.” He
countered strongly.

“They
will have access to your apartment at all times to check on you and
your condition and will be living on the same floor as you, you will
report in to them every two hours via a text or voice mail.” Sheev
grunted in return, father and son glaring at each other before
shaking each others hands in agreement.

Sitting
back and reaching for his terminal, Sheev instantly started to write
a list of potential bodyguards for hire. Someone to be in the know
about Obi-Wan’s situation, loyalty to be assured, health and
guarding qualifications and for Obi-Wan’s comfort not attracted to
human males.

Obi-Wan
meanwhile shuffled to his feet and waddled ever so slightly over to
the tea table in the corner that Sheev had his drink selection on.

‘He’s
already waddling?’ Sheev bit in his urge to giggle hysterically at
the ridiculous walk before
firmly shaking his head. He needed a damn night sleep, he was clearly
becoming a tiny bit unhinged.

()()()

“He’s
become ever more a lose canon ever since Jinn’s death.”

“To
do something clearly must be, what less clear.”

“Can’t
we just speak to Skywalker?”

“He
would deny it all if there is anything going on, maybe speak to his
padawan?”

“Hmm
maybe but Tano wouldn’t be able to hold him calm… we may want to
tail him.”

“Honestly
we need him, he’s the poster boy of the war and he’s always been
a good liaison to the Senate.”

“Depa,
I’m not sure we can trust him anymore. If it came to us or the
Palpatine’s…”

“We
need to trust him, he swore an oath, he’s a Jedi knight!”

“…I
guess only time will tell. Maybe its all this war making us paranoid,
maybe he’s staying because of the war… we will figure it out I
guess.”

“There’s
a man, trust Knight Skywalker.”

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Rubbing
his beard down, Qui-Gon stared at the bodies that the judicial
had alerted the Jedi order to. Krell and Dibs, both both decapitated
with a lightsaber with Dibs showing no defense wounds which indicated
he was attacked
first with Krell covered in various scrapes and missing an arm.

All
of it lightsaber related injuries.

If
they hadn’t already known thanks to Yan then this would really put
the nail in the coffin that the Sith lord was on Coruscant. And boy
did that stills ting deep in his heart to know that Yan had fallen so
far.

Qui-Gon
still refused to take the man’s call.

But
right now he could not afford to be selfish.

Palpatine
had Obi-Wan and they needed proof to investigate him, needed the
judicals on their side and needed to be able to present their case to
the Senate after the fact to avoid a backlash from the public.

The
kidnapping of a pregnant being would do it but only if they could
prove that Palpatine had Obi-Wan.

‘Which
we still can’t.’ Qui-Gon thought bitterly before looking at the
officer he had been paired with. “Anything?” He asked softly,
frowning a bit.

She
glanced up before nodding. “Maybe. All Jedi are equipped with the
Order’s own specialized
brand of comms right?” Minella questioned before standing up by
Krell’s body to wipe her hands on a cloth, the water from searching
his belt clinging to her hands.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon moved closer. “Yes, they’re boosted to provide
communication when we’re separated
during paired missions. To ensure we can contact each other to
provide aid or to find an extraction point that works for all Jedi.
Why?” He questioned in bemusement.

“Because
Krell doesn’t have a comm and yet Dibs does.” She said with some
grim satisfaction.
“So my question is this, can Jedi comm’s be tracked?” Minella
crossed her arms over her chest, her muscles pushing the uniform.

Eyes
widening at the
implication, Qui-Gon
put his hand over his own comm. “…I don’t know but its no time
like the present to find that out. If you’re willing to come with
the temple with me officer?” He gestured to the car.

“Lead
the way Master Jinn.” She nodded sternly.

‘Hold
on Obi-Wan, just a while longer. Two more days and Anakin will be on
planet too…’ Qui-Gon thought with a tinge of desperation as he
hoped by that time that they knew where Obi-Wan was being kept.

()()()

Whimpering
faintly as he turned his head away, Obi-Wan tried to keep still as
blood was drawn from him by the med droid that
Palpatine had called into his room and had ordered to take a full
blood work sample from Obi-Wan who had been forced still with a Force
grip as the med bot approached the bed.

It
actually hurt quite a bit and he figured that had more to do with his
state at the moment.

Honestly
Obi-Wan had no idea how much time had gone by but so far he had been
feed eight time by a droid who would come by so if he was correct
that meant three meals a day but without a true window or a clock, it
was hard to tell.

Palpatine
came and went as he wanted, clearly living his life outside Obi-Wan’s
gilded cell but he came by often enough to leave Obi-Wan on edge as
he paced his room or went to the fresher as needed.

But
at least the blood sample was all that was going to be taken from him
in that moment.

“Now
the embryonic fluid sample.” Palpatine drawled and Obi-Wan
instantly started struggling to get off the bed only to be pulled
back with a loud yelp and kept still once more.

That
left Obi-Wan with only one option as the droid pulled up his tunic to
get to the swollen stomach, stretchmarks and all in display. “You
may feel a slight sting.” It droned out in a monotone and Obi-Wan
let out a cry as the needle pierced the taunt skin of his belly.

Far
up in space another sat up rigidly in his seat, hearing his mate cry
out in pain and fear. “Obi-Wan!”