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In royal protector, can I ask for Bail and Breha as godparents of that precious newborn please? They could be rulers of an ally kingdom ?

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Humming lightly,
Obi-Wan looked up from his makeshift desk in Qui-Gon’s office under
the window to wave the letter a the Emperor. “Breha and Bail just
responded, they’ll be delighted to be Poppy’s godparents and are
looking forward to her naming ceremony.” He smiled warmly at his
husband.  

The Emperor stood,
moving over to read the letter over Obi-Wan’s shoulder while
reaching down to gently pet Poppy’s head as she slept in a deep
blue sling with black embroideries shaped like vines tied to
Obi-Wan’s body over a shoulder. The sound of her bearers heartbeat,
the heat and the smell was doing wonders for her nap time and it
allowed both parents to spend time with their little one as they
switched the sling between them.

And it made feeding
easier too for Obi-Wan when that time arrived.

Rumbling happily at
the friendly tone in the letter, Qui-Gon nodded and pressed a tender
kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple. “Just two more weeks and its time my
love, we get to show off our little one to the public.” He murmured
lovingly.

“Hopefully by
then I’ll be able to walk properly instead of looking like I’m
bow legged.” Obi-Wan sighed a bit while sitting back in his chair.

“To be fair to
you love, you did press a baby out of you and in the last nine months
you’ve been walking around with added weight to your body because
of said baby,” Qui-Gon said fondly, stroking Poppy’s head again.
“Though I don’t think either of us regret this option.”

Throwing his love
an exasperated look, Obi-Wan smirked. “Of course I don’t regret
it but I’d rather be able to walk normally once more and hopefully
get back in the sparring ring. I know I lost muscle mass while
carrying Poppy and though I don’t mind some flab, I do want that
strength back.” He frowned a bit.

Humming softly,
Qui-Gon nodded before taking the letter and setting it back on the
desk, offering Obi-Wan his hands to boost the other up on his feet.
“Indeed love but the clock shows its three pm, its time for some
food for both of us and I imagine Ahsoka is on her way to retrieve
us.” He smirked.

Right on cue there
was a knock on the door and both exchanged amused looks even as the
knock startled Poppy awake and had her grizzling in unhappiness
before she hid into Obi-Wan’s warm chest as Ahsoka popped her head
in to announce it was indeed time for brunch.

Taking Qui-Gon’s
arm, Obi-Wan settled into his husband side with a pleased little
sigh, wondering how he got so lucky.

There was still
problems, he was not about to forget the murder attempt that had lead
to discovering he was pregnant after all.

And then there was
the poisoning attempt on Obi-Wan himself.

But Obi-Wan had the
leads, he wasn’t far from discovering the culprit and he knew it.

‘And when I am
sure… when I know irreversibly who targeted my Emperor and
family… they will pay.’ Obi-Wan thought to himself,
squeezing down on the others arm carefully with Poppy sleeping
against his breast.

Royal Protector: How about Evangeline for the baby? It’s a good Victorian Steam Punk name, and they could call her Angel for short? How is the new family getting along?

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Letting out a tiny
noise, Obi-Wan slowly stumbled along on unsteady legs as Anakin
provided the support. The blond had insisted on helping his
step-father, holding out both arms while walking backwards while
Obi-Wan toddled slowly along on shaky legs from the bed towards the
bathroom while Qui-Gon watched worriedly from the rocking chair with
their little princess in his arms and a glass bottle filled with warm
goat milk.

Originally Anakin
had been suppose to feed his little sister but Obi-Wan had wanted to
get up and go clean and the blond had volunteered quickly.

“You should go
feed Poppy.” Obi-Wan said softly, leaning heavily on Anakin’s
arms despite trying not to.

“There be plenty
of times to feed her. I mean you give her one bottle of goat milk a
day right along with natural milk?” Anakin said with some cheer,
though his eyes were still curved with worry.

“Well yes…”
Obi-Wan trailed off, stopping halfway towards the bathroom to take
deep breaths. He noticed Qui-Gon sitting up more in the rocking chair
with a frown deepening on his face and sent the man a reassuring
look. “I’m alright love, just sore and a bit tired. Birth took a
lot out of me and Che promised she be up with some poppy milk
tincture.” He assured him.

That of course had
Anakin snorting, a wide smile on his face. “I still can’t believe
you two choose that, Poppy. Princess Poppy.” He said with happy
amusement.

“Poppy’s a
beautiful flower.” Qui-Gon argued quietly, smiling warmly as he
settled back in the rocking chair to cuddle Poppy while feeding her.

And she was a
hungry little girl, sucking at the teat of the bottle quickly.

It was one of the
few pleasures Qui-Gon got before he would have to leave his husband
to be Emperor though Duke Windu was acting steward for them
thankfully to allow the family some time together.

The hours they got
all three treasured beyond measure and Obi-Wan at least was grateful
beyond measure because right now he was feeling rather needy after
the birth.

His daughter was
less than a week old and tradition dictated if a child
survived to become one month, it would be presented to the court. Not
before.

And he was so
grateful for the tradition in this moment as it allowed him time to
calm down, allowed him time to heal as he was not expected to appear
in court either and guards and his own sparrows were stationed for
protection as Obi-Wan had attempts on his life before the birth.

In his current
condition there was even higher cause for concern.

But right in this
moment his family, outside of Ahsoka who was patrolling the castle,
was in one room and Obi-Wan could not help but be grateful for it as
he once more started walking towards the bathroom with Anakin’s
help.

He glanced up at
Anakin and gave the blond a warm, tender smile in reassurance,
feeling the others gentle elbow squeeze in return.

For the moment…

Life was good.

Just for now,
things were alright.

They were safe and
happy.

What more could a
family wish for than that.

Royal Protector: How about Evangeline for the baby? It’s a good Victorian Steam Punk name, and they could call her Angel for short? How is the new family getting along?

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Letting out a tiny
noise, Obi-Wan slowly stumbled along on unsteady legs as Anakin
provided the support. The blond had insisted on helping his
step-father, holding out both arms while walking backwards while
Obi-Wan toddled slowly along on shaky legs from the bed towards the
bathroom while Qui-Gon watched worriedly from the rocking chair with
their little princess in his arms and a glass bottle filled with warm
goat milk.

Originally Anakin
had been suppose to feed his little sister but Obi-Wan had wanted to
get up and go clean and the blond had volunteered quickly.

“You should go
feed Poppy.” Obi-Wan said softly, leaning heavily on Anakin’s
arms despite trying not to.

“There be plenty
of times to feed her. I mean you give her one bottle of goat milk a
day right along with natural milk?” Anakin said with some cheer,
though his eyes were still curved with worry.

“Well yes…”
Obi-Wan trailed off, stopping halfway towards the bathroom to take
deep breaths. He noticed Qui-Gon sitting up more in the rocking chair
with a frown deepening on his face and sent the man a reassuring
look. “I’m alright love, just sore and a bit tired. Birth took a
lot out of me and Che promised she be up with some poppy milk
tincture.” He assured him.

That of course had
Anakin snorting, a wide smile on his face. “I still can’t believe
you two choose that, Poppy. Princess Poppy.” He said with happy
amusement.

“Poppy’s a
beautiful flower.” Qui-Gon argued quietly, smiling warmly as he
settled back in the rocking chair to cuddle Poppy while feeding her.

And she was a
hungry little girl, sucking at the teat of the bottle quickly.

It was one of the
few pleasures Qui-Gon got before he would have to leave his husband
to be Emperor though Duke Windu was acting steward for them
thankfully to allow the family some time together.

The hours they got
all three treasured beyond measure and Obi-Wan at least was grateful
beyond measure because right now he was feeling rather needy after
the birth.

His daughter was
less than a week old and tradition dictated if a child
survived to become one month, it would be presented to the court. Not
before.

And he was so
grateful for the tradition in this moment as it allowed him time to
calm down, allowed him time to heal as he was not expected to appear
in court either and guards and his own sparrows were stationed for
protection as Obi-Wan had attempts on his life before the birth.

In his current
condition there was even higher cause for concern.

But right in this
moment his family, outside of Ahsoka who was patrolling the castle,
was in one room and Obi-Wan could not help but be grateful for it as
he once more started walking towards the bathroom with Anakin’s
help.

He glanced up at
Anakin and gave the blond a warm, tender smile in reassurance,
feeling the others gentle elbow squeeze in return.

For the moment…

Life was good.

Just for now,
things were alright.

They were safe and
happy.

What more could a
family wish for than that.

Unbonded misery! Omg omg omg!! That’s so much ANGSYLT MODDY!!! WHY!!!!! Can we have the shot where Anakin has to be all «Master Koon, I wanna make a thing but I need ingredients» and the shopping trip because I need a bit of fluff to counter all the angst!!!

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Surveying Obi-Wan’s
back as the other slept while Qui-Gon had gone to speak with the
healers about Obi-Wan’s current and future condition and recovery,
Anakin pressed clammy hands to his thighs as he wondered how so much
could go so bad in so little time.

Just twelve hours
earlier things had been great.

()()()

Having found Master
Koon in the library, Anakin took a deep breath and approached the kel
dor, calling for his attention and then bowing respectfully to him.
“Master Koon, would you perhaps do me a favor?” He questioned
meekly since he was honestly asking for a huge favor.

But he would dare
for Obi-Wan.

The kel dor peered
at him, his cheeks shifting into what Anakin recognized as a small
smile of the kel dor variety. “Padawan Skywalker, that does depend
on the favor. Please, do ask.” He chuckled.

‘So far, so
good,’ Anakin thought optimistically and honestly, Plo sounded in a
good mood so he thought he had a rather decent chance. “You’re a
council member so you’re fully aware of the… the situation with
my brother padawan, Obi-Wan,” He startled haltingly, watching Plo
sit up more and obviously pay more attention and when the man nodded
encouragingly, Anakin plowed onward. “He’s not in a good mood
lately, to be frank but I wanted to do something special for him,
recreate a dish I often had on Tatooine when I was ill. However…”
He trailed off.

Plo picked it up
with ease. “However you can’t find those ingredients in the
temple for it, can you?” He hummed. “And since you came asking a
council member, your master is busy with Knight Kenobi is he not?”
He posed each sentence like a question but seemed to know the answer
to each of them.

Anakin still
nodded. “Yes Master Koon. And Obi-Wan needs master Qui-Gon right
now, that’s why I came to you. I was hoping that, well maybe if you
escorted me, the temple wouldn’t mind too awfully?” He asked
hopefully.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally nodded and stood, shutting off the terminal as he did. “I
believe that can be arranged yes. The council has been… worried
about young Knight Kenobi and I believe your kindness will be good
for him today.” He smiled down at Anakin.

Beaming brightly up
at the kel dor, Anakin gave a quick bow. “Thank you!” He gasped,
utterly delighted, though he tucked away the information that the
council was worried about Obi-Wan for later inspection.

()()()

It had all seemed
so okay back then as he came back to the temple and hid the groceries
in the fridge to create the dish.

They were still in
the fridge actually.

Maybe he can still
make a comfort dinner for Obi-Wan…

Looking up, Anakin
bit his lips as he noticed the others shaking body and crawled onto
the bed to hug him.

Immediately Obi-Wan
turned and pulled Anakin into his chest, tucking himself around
Anakin as if he was a giant teddy bear or plush eopie but Anakin
didn’t mind, knowing the omega needed comfort. He was quite willing
to play plushy toy for Obi-Wan’s comfort as he petted at the others
side with a small hand and listened to the muffled hitches of breath.

He knew there were
tears, but those he could not do anything about.

But he’d do his
best to offer comfort and sometimes crying was just the thing you
needed.

Sometimes crying
brought relief.

So Anakin quietly
offered comfort and let Obi-Wan cry.

Unbonded misery! Omg omg omg!! That’s so much ANGSYLT MODDY!!! WHY!!!!! Can we have the shot where Anakin has to be all «Master Koon, I wanna make a thing but I need ingredients» and the shopping trip because I need a bit of fluff to counter all the angst!!!

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Surveying Obi-Wan’s
back as the other slept while Qui-Gon had gone to speak with the
healers about Obi-Wan’s current and future condition and recovery,
Anakin pressed clammy hands to his thighs as he wondered how so much
could go so bad in so little time.

Just twelve hours
earlier things had been great.

()()()

Having found Master
Koon in the library, Anakin took a deep breath and approached the kel
dor, calling for his attention and then bowing respectfully to him.
“Master Koon, would you perhaps do me a favor?” He questioned
meekly since he was honestly asking for a huge favor.

But he would dare
for Obi-Wan.

The kel dor peered
at him, his cheeks shifting into what Anakin recognized as a small
smile of the kel dor variety. “Padawan Skywalker, that does depend
on the favor. Please, do ask.” He chuckled.

‘So far, so
good,’ Anakin thought optimistically and honestly, Plo sounded in a
good mood so he thought he had a rather decent chance. “You’re a
council member so you’re fully aware of the… the situation with
my brother padawan, Obi-Wan,” He startled haltingly, watching Plo
sit up more and obviously pay more attention and when the man nodded
encouragingly, Anakin plowed onward. “He’s not in a good mood
lately, to be frank but I wanted to do something special for him,
recreate a dish I often had on Tatooine when I was ill. However…”
He trailed off.

Plo picked it up
with ease. “However you can’t find those ingredients in the
temple for it, can you?” He hummed. “And since you came asking a
council member, your master is busy with Knight Kenobi is he not?”
He posed each sentence like a question but seemed to know the answer
to each of them.

Anakin still
nodded. “Yes Master Koon. And Obi-Wan needs master Qui-Gon right
now, that’s why I came to you. I was hoping that, well maybe if you
escorted me, the temple wouldn’t mind too awfully?” He asked
hopefully.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally nodded and stood, shutting off the terminal as he did. “I
believe that can be arranged yes. The council has been… worried
about young Knight Kenobi and I believe your kindness will be good
for him today.” He smiled down at Anakin.

Beaming brightly up
at the kel dor, Anakin gave a quick bow. “Thank you!” He gasped,
utterly delighted, though he tucked away the information that the
council was worried about Obi-Wan for later inspection.

()()()

It had all seemed
so okay back then as he came back to the temple and hid the groceries
in the fridge to create the dish.

They were still in
the fridge actually.

Maybe he can still
make a comfort dinner for Obi-Wan…

Looking up, Anakin
bit his lips as he noticed the others shaking body and crawled onto
the bed to hug him.

Immediately Obi-Wan
turned and pulled Anakin into his chest, tucking himself around
Anakin as if he was a giant teddy bear or plush eopie but Anakin
didn’t mind, knowing the omega needed comfort. He was quite willing
to play plushy toy for Obi-Wan’s comfort as he petted at the others
side with a small hand and listened to the muffled hitches of breath.

He knew there were
tears, but those he could not do anything about.

But he’d do his
best to offer comfort and sometimes crying was just the thing you
needed.

Sometimes crying
brought relief.

So Anakin quietly
offered comfort and let Obi-Wan cry.

Oh dear. Unbondedmisery. What if … they are not so healthy? People can loose the baby in the second or third trimester if there is a problem, like say, an unusual blood type or the odd genetic issue? Who was the alpha smuggler, or rather, what? Imagine THAT guilt trip, he’s not sure he wants the baby and then looses the baby?!? ouch.

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There’s something
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows there something wrong because it hurts but he’s kind of
gotten used to the aches and he doesn’t want to think about this
today. He wants to ignore this
today because its one of those days but it keeps hurting and
its getting worse so he can’t
ignore it.

Finally the ache
grows high enough that he actually whimpers, tucking his arms around
himself and curling up around his stomach in his chair. There is an
instant reaction, someone pushing back a chair and swift steps before
Obi-Wan feels a hand on his shoulder, turning his head to meet
Reeft’s wide eyes with his own tear filled as his friend stares at
him. “Obi-Wan?”

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan gritted out, arms still tucked around his stomach which
pulsates with pain.

Reeft,
who knows little of human anatomy in regards to pregnancy, takes one
long look at him then curses and outright lifts Obi-Wan out of the
chair into his arms bridal style, an attempt to help his childhood
friend but as well-meaning as it is, it still makes Obi-Wan scream in
pain as the position jostles
everything.

The
scream attracts every living being in the library, the sudden silence
only broken by Obi-Wan’s harsh breathing and distress along with
Reeft’s swift apology before the dressellian
is running for the doors.

Its dizzying and
Obi-Wan wants to throw up yet all he does is bury his face in Reeft’s
shoulder as he starts to sob, arms tucked about himself as he shakes
in pain and misery.

And
Reeft, even as he runs, curses a blue streak as he feels something
wet coat his sleeve
tucked beneath Obi-Wan’s knees.

He knows what he’ll
see even before he sets Obi-Wan down on the hoverbed waiting for them
at the halls.

Reeft’s entire
sleeve is soaked with blood.

()()()

Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling with tired eyes before
slowly tilting his head to the side to look at Qui-Gon, the alpha
staring back at him with tired bags under his eyes as he sits beside
the hallbed with Anakin sleeping in the one beside him, the teen
tucked up like a ball in the chair.

For a long moment
they just stare at each other with the omega gently touching his now
severely deflated stomach until Obi-Wan’s eyes floods over with
tears and Qui-Gon clicks his tongue in sorrow, moving to the bed
instead to pull the omega into his arms. The movements wake Anakin of
course but he only sits quietly and watches as Obi-Wan weeps into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Guilt and sorrow
and shock floods the Force and even some relief followed by horror.

Obi-Wan has no
control on his emotions at all, that is clear as he clings to Qui-Gon
and his cries gain in volume until his sobs echo loudly against the
walls.

“I
didn’t even want it,” Obi-Wan finally cried out into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder. “I’m relieved.
What kind monster am?”
He shook so hard.

“Oh Obi-Wan,
you’re not a monster,” Qui-Gon crooned, stroking down his back
and his hair. “You’re hurting. That’s what you are.” He
whispered in assurance.

That
assurance just had Obi-Wan sobbing even harder as he pushed into the
alpha for comfort and security, his hands clenched into Qui-Gon’s
tunic. “But it was just a
baby and I didn’t want it,” He sobbed. “And now its gone.”

Wincing at the
sound of sobs, Anakin crawled into the bed too and wrapped his
brother padawan in a hug as gently as he could, rubbing his back with
Qui-Gon. “I’ sorry Obi-Wan, its gonna be alright. I promise you.”
He sniffled, the others emotions breaking into him too.

Shivering, Obi-Wan
coughed into Qui-Gon’s chest and just held on tighter, swimming in
guilt and horror.

Oh dear. Unbondedmisery. What if … they are not so healthy? People can loose the baby in the second or third trimester if there is a problem, like say, an unusual blood type or the odd genetic issue? Who was the alpha smuggler, or rather, what? Imagine THAT guilt trip, he’s not sure he wants the baby and then looses the baby?!? ouch.

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There’s something
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows there something wrong because it hurts but he’s kind of
gotten used to the aches and he doesn’t want to think about this
today. He wants to ignore this
today because its one of those days but it keeps hurting and
its getting worse so he can’t
ignore it.

Finally the ache
grows high enough that he actually whimpers, tucking his arms around
himself and curling up around his stomach in his chair. There is an
instant reaction, someone pushing back a chair and swift steps before
Obi-Wan feels a hand on his shoulder, turning his head to meet
Reeft’s wide eyes with his own tear filled as his friend stares at
him. “Obi-Wan?”

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan gritted out, arms still tucked around his stomach which
pulsates with pain.

Reeft,
who knows little of human anatomy in regards to pregnancy, takes one
long look at him then curses and outright lifts Obi-Wan out of the
chair into his arms bridal style, an attempt to help his childhood
friend but as well-meaning as it is, it still makes Obi-Wan scream in
pain as the position jostles
everything.

The
scream attracts every living being in the library, the sudden silence
only broken by Obi-Wan’s harsh breathing and distress along with
Reeft’s swift apology before the dressellian
is running for the doors.

Its dizzying and
Obi-Wan wants to throw up yet all he does is bury his face in Reeft’s
shoulder as he starts to sob, arms tucked about himself as he shakes
in pain and misery.

And
Reeft, even as he runs, curses a blue streak as he feels something
wet coat his sleeve
tucked beneath Obi-Wan’s knees.

He knows what he’ll
see even before he sets Obi-Wan down on the hoverbed waiting for them
at the halls.

Reeft’s entire
sleeve is soaked with blood.

()()()

Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling with tired eyes before
slowly tilting his head to the side to look at Qui-Gon, the alpha
staring back at him with tired bags under his eyes as he sits beside
the hallbed with Anakin sleeping in the one beside him, the teen
tucked up like a ball in the chair.

For a long moment
they just stare at each other with the omega gently touching his now
severely deflated stomach until Obi-Wan’s eyes floods over with
tears and Qui-Gon clicks his tongue in sorrow, moving to the bed
instead to pull the omega into his arms. The movements wake Anakin of
course but he only sits quietly and watches as Obi-Wan weeps into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Guilt and sorrow
and shock floods the Force and even some relief followed by horror.

Obi-Wan has no
control on his emotions at all, that is clear as he clings to Qui-Gon
and his cries gain in volume until his sobs echo loudly against the
walls.

“I
didn’t even want it,” Obi-Wan finally cried out into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder. “I’m relieved.
What kind monster am?”
He shook so hard.

“Oh Obi-Wan,
you’re not a monster,” Qui-Gon crooned, stroking down his back
and his hair. “You’re hurting. That’s what you are.” He
whispered in assurance.

That
assurance just had Obi-Wan sobbing even harder as he pushed into the
alpha for comfort and security, his hands clenched into Qui-Gon’s
tunic. “But it was just a
baby and I didn’t want it,” He sobbed. “And now its gone.”

Wincing at the
sound of sobs, Anakin crawled into the bed too and wrapped his
brother padawan in a hug as gently as he could, rubbing his back with
Qui-Gon. “I’ sorry Obi-Wan, its gonna be alright. I promise you.”
He sniffled, the others emotions breaking into him too.

Shivering, Obi-Wan
coughed into Qui-Gon’s chest and just held on tighter, swimming in
guilt and horror.

Can we see the Council’s facepalm in Day to Day?

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Running the holo for the third time,
Obi-Wan shot his friend a wide grin as Luminara giggled outright and
Depa rolled her eyes as there was a resounding eleven people face
smack from the holo, the mirialan being utterly amused by the council
obvious facepalm and exasperation in the face of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s
actions. Plo just pretended he had never as much as moved during the
meeting while watching Anakin in the kitchen, all three having come
to infest Obi-Wan’s couch and armchair while leaving the loveseat
for the couple.

“Yes, yes, we should have expected it
but come on, Obi-Wan is usually so careful.” Depa needled.

“Sh-She’s right about that.”
Luminara hiccuped out, wiggling in delight before peeking at Obi-Wan
while wiping her tears of amusement. “So what happened?”

Shrugging a bit, Obi-Wan accepted a
glass of juice from Anakin and automatically made space for his lover
when the blond sat down. “When we were pulling back into the
temple, I forgot to set my prevention in time. Two days delay and
this is what happened.” Obi-Wan smiled wryly while taking a sip of
his juice only to choke on his sip when Depa spoke.

“Your breast are gonna get bigger.”
She chirped.

“I’m sorry? What?” He coughed,
Anakin rubbing his back while also googling at Depa as he slid into
his seat beside Obi-Wan.

She just shrugged, unapologetic. “Well
that’s what happens you know when someone gets pregnant of the
mammalian order, breast get bigger and humans at least don’t fully
get down so its a permanent increase in size, its to make place for
the swelling milk glands and all that.” Depa explained.

They all stare at her before Obi-Wan
suddenly yelped and hit Anakin in the shoulder. “Oi! I can hear
those lecher thoughts! Stop it!” He growled before focusing back on
his juice, quite clearly sulking now.

Anakin, while rubbing his shoulder,
gave everyone a helpless grin and a shrug while wrapping himself
around Obi-Wan once more, his hand resting on the others stomach. “I
like your breast, sue me if I maybe enjoy the thought of them
becoming a bit bigger so I can give them even more attention.”

“Not in front of friends!” Obi-Wan
hissed, face a burning red as the three others pretended to be very
interested in the upholstery of the couch and armchair that Depa had
nabbed for herself before the other two could.

Anakin just grinned into his love’s
shoulder, going quiet so not to embarrass him even more as that could
result in him sleeping on the couch.

“Maybe we should move onto more
serious matters?” Plo suggested lightly, tapping a claw on the
couch arm as a small frown grew on his face. “Like the fact that we
can all feel the growing darkness from the Senate?” He looked
around.

“Its strange.” Depa lost her grin
from the earlier teasing, a furrow appearing between her brows. “The
longer this peace lasts, the darker the Senate seems to become,
almost as if…” She hesitated.

“Almost as if Dooku told the truth at
the start of the war and that there is a Sith in the Senate, high up.
And the delay is making him angry.” Obi-wan murmured into his juice
with a weary sigh even as Anakin tightened his grasp around the
redhead, hands cupping protectively on the ever so small bulge that
could just as well be just stomach fat as what it really was.

“We’re all thinking it. No ones
really saying it but we’re all thinking it.” Luminara said
softly. “We’re all thinking… Dooku told the truth.” She
glanced around.

There was a grunt of disgust from
Anakin but not a rejection.

No one denied that they were all
thinking it.

“…That does make me wonder about
how high up in the Senate this Sith in… and how much danger we all
are in. How blind and arrogant we have been to an actual Sith being
in the heart of the Republic, pulling strings. Because it would be
arrogance that had us believe that Dooku did not order a hit on
Senator Amidala that lead to outbreak of the war. And now in our
arrogance we have missed a true Sith right under our noses too.”
Obi-Wan settled the empty glass on the caff table, floating it down
with the Force as he did not want to withdraw from Anakin’s arms
and instead indulged in frivolous use of the Force.

“Its a frankly horrifying realization
that we may indeed have been that arrogant to the point where we have
blinded ourselves to the truth of the darkness we all sense. The
council… we’re tired and we’ve grown arrogant… maybe its time
to humble us but not in this manner, not when its all so dangerous.”
Plo rumbled out.

Depa agreed with a deep sigh.

Anakin peeked at them from Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, wondering just like the masters just who the Sith was.

If any of them had personally meet
them.

And then he grew cold because what if…

What if this thing with Obi-Wan… what
if the Sith was using age old discrimination to set a wedge between
the Jedi Order and the public…

What if so many things?

‘What will happen to our baby?’

Can we see the Council’s facepalm in Day to Day?

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Running the holo for the third time,
Obi-Wan shot his friend a wide grin as Luminara giggled outright and
Depa rolled her eyes as there was a resounding eleven people face
smack from the holo, the mirialan being utterly amused by the council
obvious facepalm and exasperation in the face of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s
actions. Plo just pretended he had never as much as moved during the
meeting while watching Anakin in the kitchen, all three having come
to infest Obi-Wan’s couch and armchair while leaving the loveseat
for the couple.

“Yes, yes, we should have expected it
but come on, Obi-Wan is usually so careful.” Depa needled.

“Sh-She’s right about that.”
Luminara hiccuped out, wiggling in delight before peeking at Obi-Wan
while wiping her tears of amusement. “So what happened?”

Shrugging a bit, Obi-Wan accepted a
glass of juice from Anakin and automatically made space for his lover
when the blond sat down. “When we were pulling back into the
temple, I forgot to set my prevention in time. Two days delay and
this is what happened.” Obi-Wan smiled wryly while taking a sip of
his juice only to choke on his sip when Depa spoke.

“Your breast are gonna get bigger.”
She chirped.

“I’m sorry? What?” He coughed,
Anakin rubbing his back while also googling at Depa as he slid into
his seat beside Obi-Wan.

She just shrugged, unapologetic. “Well
that’s what happens you know when someone gets pregnant of the
mammalian order, breast get bigger and humans at least don’t fully
get down so its a permanent increase in size, its to make place for
the swelling milk glands and all that.” Depa explained.

They all stare at her before Obi-Wan
suddenly yelped and hit Anakin in the shoulder. “Oi! I can hear
those lecher thoughts! Stop it!” He growled before focusing back on
his juice, quite clearly sulking now.

Anakin, while rubbing his shoulder,
gave everyone a helpless grin and a shrug while wrapping himself
around Obi-Wan once more, his hand resting on the others stomach. “I
like your breast, sue me if I maybe enjoy the thought of them
becoming a bit bigger so I can give them even more attention.”

“Not in front of friends!” Obi-Wan
hissed, face a burning red as the three others pretended to be very
interested in the upholstery of the couch and armchair that Depa had
nabbed for herself before the other two could.

Anakin just grinned into his love’s
shoulder, going quiet so not to embarrass him even more as that could
result in him sleeping on the couch.

“Maybe we should move onto more
serious matters?” Plo suggested lightly, tapping a claw on the
couch arm as a small frown grew on his face. “Like the fact that we
can all feel the growing darkness from the Senate?” He looked
around.

“Its strange.” Depa lost her grin
from the earlier teasing, a furrow appearing between her brows. “The
longer this peace lasts, the darker the Senate seems to become,
almost as if…” She hesitated.

“Almost as if Dooku told the truth at
the start of the war and that there is a Sith in the Senate, high up.
And the delay is making him angry.” Obi-wan murmured into his juice
with a weary sigh even as Anakin tightened his grasp around the
redhead, hands cupping protectively on the ever so small bulge that
could just as well be just stomach fat as what it really was.

“We’re all thinking it. No ones
really saying it but we’re all thinking it.” Luminara said
softly. “We’re all thinking… Dooku told the truth.” She
glanced around.

There was a grunt of disgust from
Anakin but not a rejection.

No one denied that they were all
thinking it.

“…That does make me wonder about
how high up in the Senate this Sith in… and how much danger we all
are in. How blind and arrogant we have been to an actual Sith being
in the heart of the Republic, pulling strings. Because it would be
arrogance that had us believe that Dooku did not order a hit on
Senator Amidala that lead to outbreak of the war. And now in our
arrogance we have missed a true Sith right under our noses too.”
Obi-Wan settled the empty glass on the caff table, floating it down
with the Force as he did not want to withdraw from Anakin’s arms
and instead indulged in frivolous use of the Force.

“Its a frankly horrifying realization
that we may indeed have been that arrogant to the point where we have
blinded ourselves to the truth of the darkness we all sense. The
council… we’re tired and we’ve grown arrogant… maybe its time
to humble us but not in this manner, not when its all so dangerous.”
Plo rumbled out.

Depa agreed with a deep sigh.

Anakin peeked at them from Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, wondering just like the masters just who the Sith was.

If any of them had personally meet
them.

And then he grew cold because what if…

What if this thing with Obi-Wan… what
if the Sith was using age old discrimination to set a wedge between
the Jedi Order and the public…

What if so many things?

‘What will happen to our baby?’

What happens in Burning Bird when Ani is not providing appropriately soft nesting material?

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Rubbing his face and his ears, Yoda
sighed deeply. “What to say I do not know. Sith on Coruscant,
hiding under our noses, millions of sentient clones on this
planet that have been commissioned for the Jedi Order yet are chipped
to eventually kill us and all with their own personalities as far as
Obi-Wan says, my former padawan-” Here he gave Yan a long look,
despite the Fallen order member hiding by the door where Obi-Wan had
left him when he returned and dragged the man by his ear to the
meeting. “The member of an order thought extinct that serve the
Starbirds. And my former master pregnant and nesting. Also grumpy.”
He glanced at Obi-Wan, the rest of the council joined him as they
were spread about the meeting room of the Kaminos with seven there in
the flesh and the rest in holo.

Said starbird just shrugged then
pointed at Anakin who blinked at them all in confusion. His
expression clearly stated. ‘What did I do?’

“What has Skywalker done now?” Plo
asked, sounding rather confused.

“He hasn’t brought nesting
material. I had to find it all on my own.” Obi-Wan huffed.

“But… this isn’t a true nest.”
Anakin blinked at his mate. “We’re not going to be here for the
birth… are we?” He squeaked out, suddenly wide eyed and tugging
on his own tabards.

“We may be, there’s a lot of clones
here Anakin and they may need us.” Obi-Wan frowned at him. “I’m
not letting them get lost in bureaucracy of the Senate or Force
forbid, some kind of horrid slavery thing. Nor am I letting them
become the army they were ordered for.” He shook his head firmly.

“But you’re pregnant!” Anakin
whined as if that was reason enough for Obi-Wan to go and hide in the
temple though fair be, it should honestly and then Anakin remembered
where they were and glanced at the council that was made up of five
flesh people and seven holos.

Yoda just raised his ears. “If stop
him you think I can, then misjudged the situation you have.” He
grumbled, ears twitching.

Mace just sniggered at him, the
bastard.

“Maybe we should focus on the
clones?” Plo suggested. “It is not our biggest issue but its one
of the more pressing one we may be able to deal with.” He rubbed
his chin.

“Do you have a plan Master Plo?”
Obi-Wan tilted his head.

The man hesitated then sighed and
nodded. “Yes, but it will involve throwing a former master and
friend of ours under.” He said sadly.

“…Sifo.” Yan spoke up for the
first time. “You want to blame it all on him and use him as a
scapegoat, have him financed by war hungry leeches like the Trade
Federation.” He said quietly.

“You have made our situation hard.”
Plo lifted his gaze to Yan, voice hard. “You have manipulated Sifo
and the Sith master has manipulated you. So yes, but remember who
lead Sifo down this path.” He grunted and Yan looked away.

“I could work.” Mace rubbed his
chin. “If spun the right way.” He frowned. “We would have to
stop production now though, maybe if we do it the right way, the
Kaminos will not harm those already made nor decommission anymore.
Frankly a barbaric practice.” He shivered.

“But that is how they have made their
life, snuffing out what is not useful.” Obi-Wan sighed before
frowning. “But if we manage to spin it the right way… what will
we do with these men?” He looked around.

“There are many organizations they
can join.” Shaak leaned forward, her voice soft and a small smile
on her lips. “Many places who would welcome capable, skilled men
such as these for defense or to help them build. You say there are
medics among them too?” She waited for Obi-Wan to nod. “Then that
will also be of use, just because skills have been taught for war,
does not mean one has to use
them for it.” She finished up.

Smiling a bit at that, Obi-Wan nodded.
“Its been a while since I heard actual wisdom from the Council.”

There was a trade of looks before Yoda
leaned forward, sitting on the very edge of his seat. “Reminded us
someone has, that our role in the galaxy much larger once was. Free
to send us the Senate has been… for far too long. Yes Obi-Wan,
correct you are. I admit my old master, you were right.” He
snorted.

Chuckling a bit, Obi-Wan waddled over
to the troll and wrapped him in a hug. “Oh I know, it took you all
quite a few years to admit it though.” He teased.

“Maybe all these men could help us
out actually.” Mace pondered. “The order is… not as large as it
once was… and the hutts are many and the slavery market huge along
with the pirates and other riffraff around the galaxy not to mention
all the times the Senate sends us to fix their problems…” He
looked around. “Maybe its time for the Jedi Order to have allies
once more?”

The room went quiet, everyone holding
their breath at the suggestion.

“…Maybe it is.” Shaak agreed.

One by one, each member of the council
nodded.

It was time to rock the foundation of
the Republic and not in the way Darth Sidious expected.

“Let there be a reckoning.” Plo
said in grim satisfaction, sitting back in his chair.