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Could we see more Freeforme? A trusted friend , like Ahsoka or Padme or Bail, babysitts little Waxer tonight, to let his parents have time for them, to see if they can connect again.

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Cody is warm
against his side, a pressure Obi-Wan hadn’t believed he’d ever
have back less than a month ago.

Yet here he is, arm
wound tight around Obi-Wan’s waist in an all too familiar grasp
tinged with a bit of desperation and fierce protectiveness despite
being injured himself. Or well healing is a better word.

Cody still suffers
a bit for the chip removal but the medic’s are all positive that
the troopers should all make full recovery with only minor effects
still remaining from the chip in their brain. For Cody it manifests
mostly in muscle spasms here and there but even those are getting
better the longer he is awake and moving about.

And Obi-Wan adores
every moment he gets with him, gets with the father of his child.
There’s a soft kiss pressed to his temple and Obi-Wan tilted his
head to look at the other instead of the hearth they have settled in
front of in the rebel base.

Its primitive but
its warm and Obi-Wan enjoys the fire as its heat washes over their
bodies as they sit on the floor on a fluffy carpet in front of it.

Cody smiled at him,
soft and warm in the orange light before tugging lightly on his hip,
a silent encouragement that Obi-Wan no longer hesitates to follow as
he moves into the others lap and rests his head on the others
shoulder.

Its quiet, others
are moving around the same room and its by no means private for all
that Padme has Waxer and is looking after them but Obi-Wan is used to
this, not having privacy as back in the clone wars the troopers were
all around and Cody held him just so back then.

Time has changed of
course.

Obi-Wan’s body
has softened with birth and they are both older.

But the love is
back, the tender touch of his hand stroking Cody’s chest and
feeling the softness returned to himself when Cody nuzzles his nose
against his temple or strokes his back slowly.

Its not private,
but people let them be and that’s all Obi-Wan wants out of this
moment, to be let be and have Cody in his arms with their bellies
full of food from the mess and warmth on their bodies from the
hearth,

These things he
never thought he’d have as Cody whispers quietly into his ear
Mando’a words of love and affection.

He’d be content
to be in this bubble of peace if its not for Bail suddenly bursting
into the room, pale as a wraith and panting with his hands on his
knees as Obi-Wan sits up in Cody’s lap tense and the rest of the
alliance grow silent with unnerved anticipation as to what has
happened, each idea more ludicrous and horrible then the next in
their minds.

Bail’s words are
the last thing Obi-Wan expects to hear.

“The Emperor is
dead!”

There’s a moment
of breathless silence, of shock and then pandemonium breaks out as
everyone starts yelling all at once as no one quite believes the news
and Bail tries to answer all questions at once but is clearly
overwhelmed himself at the news.

Obi-Wan has no idea
how to feel as he sinks more against Cody.

But he has a clear
thought in his mind.

What has Anakin
done?

Your blog gives me life every day! Thank you for sharing your boundless talent!! So, in Royal Protector….what if Obi Wan was a carrier and didn’t know it due to his upbringing. All of a sudden, not only does Anakin have Obi and Qui’s relationship to be jealous of, but possibly a younger sibling as well???

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It feels like
forever.

Its only been a
night but that feels like forever to Qui-Gon as the two royals had
stood outside the medical halls doors for long minutes before Anakin
had slowly and gently grasped his fathers hands and pulled him away,
each step reluctant as Qui-Gon kept staring at the door as if Obi-Wan
would magically appear and when he had weakly tried to argue that he
should stay, Anakin had quietly countered that his clothes were
soiled with blood and the doctors would never let Qui-Gon, Emperor or
not, see an injured patient in that state.

It was only then he
really left, knowing that his son was right as he walked away from
the door with a heavy heart, still not knowing if Obi-Wan would make
it.

And he was never
going to forgive himself if Obi-Wan passed while he was away bathing
of all things.

But Anakin
insisted.

Had ordered the
servants to get the tub ready and had rifled in Qui-Gon’s closet
for clothes, not even pausing at the beige tunic that was clearly not
Qui-Gon’s that hung in the closet as he moved to his father with an
armful of fresh clothes. “Go bath father… I’ll wait here.”
Anakin whispered, his eyes full of concern.

Which lead to
Qui-Gon sitting in the tub for long moments, his soiled clothes on
the floor as he stared at his knees before he slowly washed away
everything.

He was faintly
grateful that the water didn’t turn pink, that there hadn’t come
enough blood on his skin to stain the water because if that happened
then Qui-Gon would have thrown up. It was amazing he hadn’t done it
before if he was frank, the memory of Obi-Wan’s pale face all to
clear in his mind as he let out a shuddering breath.

‘He needs me.’
Qui-Gon shook himself and roughly started to scrub himself skin, his
sun tanned skin from hours in the courtyard training turning pink at
his own viciousness but Qui-Gon hardly noticed as he got himself
clean and didn’t linger to enjoy the warmth for his ride sore
muscles.

Instead he sprang
out of the tub as soon as he could and wrapped himself in the large
towel, rubbing himself dry as quickly as he could before pulling on
the prepared bathrobe and striding into the bedroom of his apartment.

Anakin was sitting
on his bed, hands folded in his lap as he stare at them before
glancing up when Qui-Gon entered, a lost expression in them.

It made Qui-Gon
soften and he stopped by the bed, settling his hand on his sons
shoulder. “Obi-Wan is strong. He’s proved he’s strong Anakin,
he’ll pull through.” He rumbled, watching Anakin take a deep
breath and nod.

“I just don’t…
want him to leave us. Like mom did…” Anakin whispered.

Qui-Gon’s heart
ached at that, remembering Shmi and her beautiful smile in the sun
before she got ill and wasted away.

Cupping the blonds
face, Qui-Gon leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Obi-Wan
will not leave us willingly. He will fight and the doctors will
fight, you know he will.” Qui-Gon assured him as much as he was
assuring himself.

How long they spent
like that Qui-Gon wasn’t sure but his feet were cold when Anakin
finally nodded, giving him a shaking smile as he let Qui-Gon go to
dress himself, the Emperor stepping behind the folding screen in
midnight blue and gold.

However Anakin
spoke up, freezing Qui-Gon in place. “You love him, don’t you?”
Anakin’s empty voice rang out.

Qui-Gon stared at
his tunic, eyes wide before swallowing. He had expected this
conversation but he had hoped… he’d hoped he and Obi-Wan
would handle it.

“Yes. Does that
bother you Anakin?” He answered finally, pulling on the clean tunic
of silk and brocade.

“A bit.” Anakin
sighed loudly and Qui-Gon flinched. “But I’d rather have him
happy. If you make him happy, then that’s all I really want.” The
blond confessed.

Finishing dressing
quickly after the confession, Qui-Gon came around and went to the
bed, sitting down beside Anakin, watching his son closely. “You
know Obi-Wan loves you right? Its just that…” Qui-Gon faltered.

“Just not like I
love him. He loves me like a sibling right?” Anakin gave a meek,
pained smile. “Padme said it was something like that, but I didn’t
want to listen… I mean I thought I could convince Obi-Wan…” His
shoulders slumped.

Settling a heavy
hand on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon rumbled. “I know. Lets go
check on him alright? We can speak about this once we know.” He
settled and Anakin nodded, watching Qui-Gon pull on his boots before
the two headed back to the medical wing of the castle.

It still took hours
for Doctor Che to step out of the room, the twi’lek sighing tiredly
as she rubbed a lekku tiredly before leveling both a vane smile. “He
will survive. It was a close thing your majesty but the Lord
Protector will live.”  

Both prince and
emperor slumped at that, wearily rubbing at their face in the same
movement that made the doctor chuckle a bit before she went serious.

“There was a
complication however.” She continued, Vokara Che straightening up
in preparation for what she had to tell them.

“Complication?”
Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, dropping his hands from his face even as
Anakin’s eyes grew wide with worry again.

“Perhaps
complication is the wrong word.” Che amended slowly. “Though our
discovery made the bullet removal harder as it was lodged in the Lord
Protector instead of leaving.” She took a deep breath, not one to
mince her words. “It appears the lord Protector is a bearer. He’s
pregnant though in an early stage from what I can tell, maybe just
about six weeks.”

It felt like the
bottom of the world had fallen out for Qui-Gon, his jaw dropping. “A
baby?” He rasped.

Che nodded and
Qui-Gon faintly saw Anakin drop back against the wall but he felt too
numb to move.

“…Will it
live?”

There was a pause,
Qui-Gon’s heart racing in his chest as the concept that Obi-Wan was
carrying his child became clear to him and that Obi-Wan had
been shot in the stomach area. And they might lose that babe before
it was even a glimmer in their eyes, Anakin might lose his chance to
become a big brother.

“The lord
Protector has lost a lot of blood and his body has gone through a
strong trauma.” Che said bluntly, watching how the two paled. “But
if he pulls through tonight, if his body doesn’t reject the fetus
tonight… then yes, it will live.”

This was going to
become the longest night in Qui-Gon and Anakin’s life.

Your blog gives me life every day! Thank you for sharing your boundless talent!! So, in Royal Protector….what if Obi Wan was a carrier and didn’t know it due to his upbringing. All of a sudden, not only does Anakin have Obi and Qui’s relationship to be jealous of, but possibly a younger sibling as well???

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It feels like
forever.

Its only been a
night but that feels like forever to Qui-Gon as the two royals had
stood outside the medical halls doors for long minutes before Anakin
had slowly and gently grasped his fathers hands and pulled him away,
each step reluctant as Qui-Gon kept staring at the door as if Obi-Wan
would magically appear and when he had weakly tried to argue that he
should stay, Anakin had quietly countered that his clothes were
soiled with blood and the doctors would never let Qui-Gon, Emperor or
not, see an injured patient in that state.

It was only then he
really left, knowing that his son was right as he walked away from
the door with a heavy heart, still not knowing if Obi-Wan would make
it.

And he was never
going to forgive himself if Obi-Wan passed while he was away bathing
of all things.

But Anakin
insisted.

Had ordered the
servants to get the tub ready and had rifled in Qui-Gon’s closet
for clothes, not even pausing at the beige tunic that was clearly not
Qui-Gon’s that hung in the closet as he moved to his father with an
armful of fresh clothes. “Go bath father… I’ll wait here.”
Anakin whispered, his eyes full of concern.

Which lead to
Qui-Gon sitting in the tub for long moments, his soiled clothes on
the floor as he stared at his knees before he slowly washed away
everything.

He was faintly
grateful that the water didn’t turn pink, that there hadn’t come
enough blood on his skin to stain the water because if that happened
then Qui-Gon would have thrown up. It was amazing he hadn’t done it
before if he was frank, the memory of Obi-Wan’s pale face all to
clear in his mind as he let out a shuddering breath.

‘He needs me.’
Qui-Gon shook himself and roughly started to scrub himself skin, his
sun tanned skin from hours in the courtyard training turning pink at
his own viciousness but Qui-Gon hardly noticed as he got himself
clean and didn’t linger to enjoy the warmth for his ride sore
muscles.

Instead he sprang
out of the tub as soon as he could and wrapped himself in the large
towel, rubbing himself dry as quickly as he could before pulling on
the prepared bathrobe and striding into the bedroom of his apartment.

Anakin was sitting
on his bed, hands folded in his lap as he stare at them before
glancing up when Qui-Gon entered, a lost expression in them.

It made Qui-Gon
soften and he stopped by the bed, settling his hand on his sons
shoulder. “Obi-Wan is strong. He’s proved he’s strong Anakin,
he’ll pull through.” He rumbled, watching Anakin take a deep
breath and nod.

“I just don’t…
want him to leave us. Like mom did…” Anakin whispered.

Qui-Gon’s heart
ached at that, remembering Shmi and her beautiful smile in the sun
before she got ill and wasted away.

Cupping the blonds
face, Qui-Gon leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Obi-Wan
will not leave us willingly. He will fight and the doctors will
fight, you know he will.” Qui-Gon assured him as much as he was
assuring himself.

How long they spent
like that Qui-Gon wasn’t sure but his feet were cold when Anakin
finally nodded, giving him a shaking smile as he let Qui-Gon go to
dress himself, the Emperor stepping behind the folding screen in
midnight blue and gold.

However Anakin
spoke up, freezing Qui-Gon in place. “You love him, don’t you?”
Anakin’s empty voice rang out.

Qui-Gon stared at
his tunic, eyes wide before swallowing. He had expected this
conversation but he had hoped… he’d hoped he and Obi-Wan
would handle it.

“Yes. Does that
bother you Anakin?” He answered finally, pulling on the clean tunic
of silk and brocade.

“A bit.” Anakin
sighed loudly and Qui-Gon flinched. “But I’d rather have him
happy. If you make him happy, then that’s all I really want.” The
blond confessed.

Finishing dressing
quickly after the confession, Qui-Gon came around and went to the
bed, sitting down beside Anakin, watching his son closely. “You
know Obi-Wan loves you right? Its just that…” Qui-Gon faltered.

“Just not like I
love him. He loves me like a sibling right?” Anakin gave a meek,
pained smile. “Padme said it was something like that, but I didn’t
want to listen… I mean I thought I could convince Obi-Wan…” His
shoulders slumped.

Settling a heavy
hand on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon rumbled. “I know. Lets go
check on him alright? We can speak about this once we know.” He
settled and Anakin nodded, watching Qui-Gon pull on his boots before
the two headed back to the medical wing of the castle.

It still took hours
for Doctor Che to step out of the room, the twi’lek sighing tiredly
as she rubbed a lekku tiredly before leveling both a vane smile. “He
will survive. It was a close thing your majesty but the Lord
Protector will live.”  

Both prince and
emperor slumped at that, wearily rubbing at their face in the same
movement that made the doctor chuckle a bit before she went serious.

“There was a
complication however.” She continued, Vokara Che straightening up
in preparation for what she had to tell them.

“Complication?”
Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, dropping his hands from his face even as
Anakin’s eyes grew wide with worry again.

“Perhaps
complication is the wrong word.” Che amended slowly. “Though our
discovery made the bullet removal harder as it was lodged in the Lord
Protector instead of leaving.” She took a deep breath, not one to
mince her words. “It appears the lord Protector is a bearer. He’s
pregnant though in an early stage from what I can tell, maybe just
about six weeks.”

It felt like the
bottom of the world had fallen out for Qui-Gon, his jaw dropping. “A
baby?” He rasped.

Che nodded and
Qui-Gon faintly saw Anakin drop back against the wall but he felt too
numb to move.

“…Will it
live?”

There was a pause,
Qui-Gon’s heart racing in his chest as the concept that Obi-Wan was
carrying his child became clear to him and that Obi-Wan had
been shot in the stomach area. And they might lose that babe before
it was even a glimmer in their eyes, Anakin might lose his chance to
become a big brother.

“The lord
Protector has lost a lot of blood and his body has gone through a
strong trauma.” Che said bluntly, watching how the two paled. “But
if he pulls through tonight, if his body doesn’t reject the fetus
tonight… then yes, it will live.”

This was going to
become the longest night in Qui-Gon and Anakin’s life.

In TheForcegives, could we see again Obi-Wan and his two mates? Like a nice morning, sleepy sex and tea and then taking care of the pups together ? They deserve nice things!

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Tracing two fingers along Obi-Wan’s
spine as the omega panted into Rex chest, Cody smiled tenderly as he
shivered. “That was nice.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to a red
mark on the redhead’s shoulder blade that the commander knew would
turn into a love bruise.

His own back ached pleasantly in long
stripes as a testament to Obi-Wan running his nails along it as he
had been pleasured by both his alphas to the best of their early
morning ability.

He got a breathy laugh in response as
Obi-Wan slowly lifted his head from Rex chest to give him a hazy
smile of lingering pleasure. “You two mounting me is always nice.”
He mumbled out in a raspy tone, sighing in pleasure as Rex pressed a
tender kiss of his own to Obi-Wan’s throat.

The years had been kind to them as it
had been to the rest of the Jedi who were mated to their clones.

The temple was more alive than ever
with little feet running everywhere and with the additional support
of the troopers who would never allow a Jedi to leave without an
escort, they restored peace with more ease.

Not because of the military presence
but because they were more protected than ever.

The Nulls had turned into omegas,
omegas adored by their mates who held them and loved them with all
they had.

Packs formed with Jedi sometimes
sharing one clone or being shared but all were engaged with the
temple regardless if they were mates.

All helped raise the little ones who
now filled the creche.

Force they even had to convert several
rooms into more space for the creche as Jedi popping out twins and
more were common.

Obi-Wan second litter however was only
one with the first one being twins, a boy and a girl with dark hair
and lovely green eyes.

The second… was a little girl with
brilliant copper hair and amber eyes, covered in freckles and adored
by all three of her parents just like the twins before.

And speaking of said little one…

Cody chuckled as the baby monitor
picked up on whimpering, pressing another kiss to Obi-Wan’s back
before sliding out of their bed to pull on clothes and go check on
her. When Obi-Wan shifted to get up, Rex held onto him and shook his
head.

“Oh no cyare, you’re staying here.
If little Mira is hungry, there is milk in the fridge for Cody to
warm. You have no where to go today and nothing to do except give
yourself a break our soft love.” He rumbled deeply.

Leaning down and pressing a swift kiss
to Obi-Wan’s lips while pressing his fingers to the mating scar of
Obi-Wan’s neck, Cody hummed with agreement. “As our riduur says,
relax Obi-Wan. I can take care of our ad’ika.” He murmured
warmly.

Giving that same hazy look as before,
Obi-Wan gave a little hum and then dropped his head back down on Rex
chest, giving a little sigh. “Fine. But I’m getting up in an hour
to shower and eat. Cleaning me off with wet wipes is fine so things
won’t go dry and stick but I want a proper cleaning.” He nuzzled
his cheek against Rex chest.

“Fair enough love.” Cody grinned,
exchanging a loving look with Rex as the other trooper nuzzled at
their sweet scented omega. Then he headed to the baby room before
Mira decided they weren’t moving quick enough, sithspit knew that
kid had lungs!

‘Just like Rex.’ Cody thought in
amusement to himself as he slipped in to pick up his little girl,
crooning.

In TheForcegives, could we see again Obi-Wan and his two mates? Like a nice morning, sleepy sex and tea and then taking care of the pups together ? They deserve nice things!

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Tracing two fingers along Obi-Wan’s
spine as the omega panted into Rex chest, Cody smiled tenderly as he
shivered. “That was nice.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to a red
mark on the redhead’s shoulder blade that the commander knew would
turn into a love bruise.

His own back ached pleasantly in long
stripes as a testament to Obi-Wan running his nails along it as he
had been pleasured by both his alphas to the best of their early
morning ability.

He got a breathy laugh in response as
Obi-Wan slowly lifted his head from Rex chest to give him a hazy
smile of lingering pleasure. “You two mounting me is always nice.”
He mumbled out in a raspy tone, sighing in pleasure as Rex pressed a
tender kiss of his own to Obi-Wan’s throat.

The years had been kind to them as it
had been to the rest of the Jedi who were mated to their clones.

The temple was more alive than ever
with little feet running everywhere and with the additional support
of the troopers who would never allow a Jedi to leave without an
escort, they restored peace with more ease.

Not because of the military presence
but because they were more protected than ever.

The Nulls had turned into omegas,
omegas adored by their mates who held them and loved them with all
they had.

Packs formed with Jedi sometimes
sharing one clone or being shared but all were engaged with the
temple regardless if they were mates.

All helped raise the little ones who
now filled the creche.

Force they even had to convert several
rooms into more space for the creche as Jedi popping out twins and
more were common.

Obi-Wan second litter however was only
one with the first one being twins, a boy and a girl with dark hair
and lovely green eyes.

The second… was a little girl with
brilliant copper hair and amber eyes, covered in freckles and adored
by all three of her parents just like the twins before.

And speaking of said little one…

Cody chuckled as the baby monitor
picked up on whimpering, pressing another kiss to Obi-Wan’s back
before sliding out of their bed to pull on clothes and go check on
her. When Obi-Wan shifted to get up, Rex held onto him and shook his
head.

“Oh no cyare, you’re staying here.
If little Mira is hungry, there is milk in the fridge for Cody to
warm. You have no where to go today and nothing to do except give
yourself a break our soft love.” He rumbled deeply.

Leaning down and pressing a swift kiss
to Obi-Wan’s lips while pressing his fingers to the mating scar of
Obi-Wan’s neck, Cody hummed with agreement. “As our riduur says,
relax Obi-Wan. I can take care of our ad’ika.” He murmured
warmly.

Giving that same hazy look as before,
Obi-Wan gave a little hum and then dropped his head back down on Rex
chest, giving a little sigh. “Fine. But I’m getting up in an hour
to shower and eat. Cleaning me off with wet wipes is fine so things
won’t go dry and stick but I want a proper cleaning.” He nuzzled
his cheek against Rex chest.

“Fair enough love.” Cody grinned,
exchanging a loving look with Rex as the other trooper nuzzled at
their sweet scented omega. Then he headed to the baby room before
Mira decided they weren’t moving quick enough, sithspit knew that
kid had lungs!

‘Just like Rex.’ Cody thought in
amusement to himself as he slipped in to pick up his little girl,
crooning.

Hello Moddy! Can we get more rarer then rare? Padme reaction (and spoiling) obi, the publics reaction, palpacreep, etc…? and some fluff lol, babies kicking or something

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The whispering on
the streets are loud enough that anyone can eavesdrop on those who
carry the rumors around.

Everyone speaking
about the same thing.

The attempt on Jedi
Kenobi’s life during the press conference, the image of the redhead
being carried out on a stretcher with a wild eyed Skywalker at his
side, the ripped and torn robes and blood coating him as he took
shallow breaths.

The ever so small
swell of his stomach…

It feels like the
entire Coruscant is holding their breath for days as they watches the
Jedi temple, waiting for news.

Whatever news.

Many don’t think
it will be any positive news, other point out that Jedi can do
miracles while nervously rubbing their hands together.

And then they can
breath as a message finally reaches them.

Master Kenobi is
alive and healing with the children alive, the omega shaken from his
experience but alive.

Alive.

The speculations
comes next.

Who attacked, what
faction of the CSI dared attack a pregnant omega.

Regardless of his
status as a Jedi this is an insult no one can look past only for the
CSI to respond that it wasn’t them, many factions of them swearing
on the life of their planet that it wasn’t them. Even Count
Dooku.

It leaves everyone
uneasy because if it wasn’t the CSI…

Who managed to get
past the Jedi’s own security measures?

Who bypassed their
own instincts to a degree almost unheard of in civilized history?

Padme doesn’t
care for it at all as she gets permission to visit the Jedi temple
with Anakin escorting her, both walking on quick steps through the
halls. She’s seen Obi-Wan of course over comm but…

Well she needed to
see him in person and as Obi-Wan had confirmed she was most likely at
least one of the parents of the quadruplets, the temple is allowing
her.

Still, a Jedi
knight scanned her before she was allowed to enter the private
healing room Obi-Wan was in, running a metal device over her with
some chagrin since Anakin was glowering at her but Padme gave him a
sharp look in return.

Considering what
had happened, she was glad the Jedi were taking precaution.

And then the door
finally opening, the soft if slightly sour scent of a distressed
omega reaching her as Obi-Wan sat there on a bed, playing holochess,
his hair and beard shorter than it was before which she suspected was
because of fire damage but he was healed now.

He looked up when
the door opened and shifted instantly to the edge of the bed, opening
his arms to her which Padme raced into, wrapping her arms around him
to hug Obi-Wan tightly to her chest, pressing several kisses to his
hair while running her hands over him despite knowing she wouldn’t
find any injuries until one hand settled on the stomach. “…I was
so scared.” He whispered.

Feeling the warmth
of his body through the thin medical tunics, Padme crooned quietly to
him. “I know, I get it, I was scared for you. I was so scared. But
you’re safe now and so are they and nothing is going to happen
again.” She promised.

It was a promise
she knew she couldn’t possibly keep but she still made it as she
nuzzled at him more with Anakin crawling onto the bed from the other
side to trap their omega in a tight embrace, joining her at crooning
at Obi-Wan for comfort.

And Obi-Wan, Jedi
as he was, he clearly knew that there was no way Padme could really
keep him and the kids safe.

But he still
relaxed between them, giving a soft sniff as he rubbed Padme’s
waist slowly with a hand. “…I want to go to my quarters and stay
in my nest, will you stay? Can you?” He questioned quietly.

“Of course.”
Padme would karking take the damn week of if necessary but she was
staying right there with her omega and anyone who complained could
suck a lemon.

Obi-Wan needed her.

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The whispering on
the streets are loud enough that anyone can eavesdrop on those who
carry the rumors around.

Everyone speaking
about the same thing.

The attempt on Jedi
Kenobi’s life during the press conference, the image of the redhead
being carried out on a stretcher with a wild eyed Skywalker at his
side, the ripped and torn robes and blood coating him as he took
shallow breaths.

The ever so small
swell of his stomach…

It feels like the
entire Coruscant is holding their breath for days as they watches the
Jedi temple, waiting for news.

Whatever news.

Many don’t think
it will be any positive news, other point out that Jedi can do
miracles while nervously rubbing their hands together.

And then they can
breath as a message finally reaches them.

Master Kenobi is
alive and healing with the children alive, the omega shaken from his
experience but alive.

Alive.

The speculations
comes next.

Who attacked, what
faction of the CSI dared attack a pregnant omega.

Regardless of his
status as a Jedi this is an insult no one can look past only for the
CSI to respond that it wasn’t them, many factions of them swearing
on the life of their planet that it wasn’t them. Even Count
Dooku.

It leaves everyone
uneasy because if it wasn’t the CSI…

Who managed to get
past the Jedi’s own security measures?

Who bypassed their
own instincts to a degree almost unheard of in civilized history?

Padme doesn’t
care for it at all as she gets permission to visit the Jedi temple
with Anakin escorting her, both walking on quick steps through the
halls. She’s seen Obi-Wan of course over comm but…

Well she needed to
see him in person and as Obi-Wan had confirmed she was most likely at
least one of the parents of the quadruplets, the temple is allowing
her.

Still, a Jedi
knight scanned her before she was allowed to enter the private
healing room Obi-Wan was in, running a metal device over her with
some chagrin since Anakin was glowering at her but Padme gave him a
sharp look in return.

Considering what
had happened, she was glad the Jedi were taking precaution.

And then the door
finally opening, the soft if slightly sour scent of a distressed
omega reaching her as Obi-Wan sat there on a bed, playing holochess,
his hair and beard shorter than it was before which she suspected was
because of fire damage but he was healed now.

He looked up when
the door opened and shifted instantly to the edge of the bed, opening
his arms to her which Padme raced into, wrapping her arms around him
to hug Obi-Wan tightly to her chest, pressing several kisses to his
hair while running her hands over him despite knowing she wouldn’t
find any injuries until one hand settled on the stomach. “…I was
so scared.” He whispered.

Feeling the warmth
of his body through the thin medical tunics, Padme crooned quietly to
him. “I know, I get it, I was scared for you. I was so scared. But
you’re safe now and so are they and nothing is going to happen
again.” She promised.

It was a promise
she knew she couldn’t possibly keep but she still made it as she
nuzzled at him more with Anakin crawling onto the bed from the other
side to trap their omega in a tight embrace, joining her at crooning
at Obi-Wan for comfort.

And Obi-Wan, Jedi
as he was, he clearly knew that there was no way Padme could really
keep him and the kids safe.

But he still
relaxed between them, giving a soft sniff as he rubbed Padme’s
waist slowly with a hand. “…I want to go to my quarters and stay
in my nest, will you stay? Can you?” He questioned quietly.

“Of course.”
Padme would karking take the damn week of if necessary but she was
staying right there with her omega and anyone who complained could
suck a lemon.

Obi-Wan needed her.

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Watching
Obi-Wan and the nautolan medic, Anakin smiled softly to himself as he
observed his mate’s aquatic therapy which was a mix of swimming and
stretches that involved a few flotation devices and balls as tools to
help him.

While his beautiful omega may find it a
bit embarrassing, Anakin just found it adorable, watching Obi-Wan
move a ball around, stretching his himself left and right at the
medic’s direction or shifting to float and relax.

As Anakin had understood, the purpose
of the aquatic therapy was to help deal with the musculoskeletal pain
Obi-Wan was experiencing along with the hip pain with the heat
hopefully easing some of his various aches from the pregnancy that
came from swollen muscles.

Finally the medic noticed him, tensing
a bit before bowing. “Lord Vader, apologies I did not see you
there.” She squeaked, head tentacles curling together in her
agitation.

Obi-Wan turned too, facing him with his
face flustering a dark shade of red.

Chuckling faintly, Anakin pushed
himself off the door frame and moved to the edge of the pool. “I
didn’t want to disturb, I take no offense as I was being quiet on
purpose.” He confessed, watching Obi-Wan more then the healer as
his mate came over to the edge, kneeling down to cup the omegas
cheek. “How are you love?” He murmured.

“I’m alright. I didn’t expect you
home yet though.” Obi-Wan nuzzled at the hand, peering up at him
with a clear question in eye.

“Mmn, disagreements with the Emperor.
He sent me home to think more about my choice of words.” Anakin
rolled his eyes before tucking Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear,
smiling a bit more down at the other as he took in the tunic he was
wearing over his swimming trunks. “Feeling self conscious love?”
He questioned with amusement even as he gently stroked his cheek.

“Maybe.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat
before looking to his medic. “Is my session up now Dr. Nika? Or do
I have more?” He questioned.

“I think that’s enough for today.”
She returned, gesturing to Anakin. “Your mate can help you up
Master Kenobi and help you to the lockers to rinse off the pool water
and get changed.” She smiled nervously at the alpha.

Anakin, not needing to be told twice,
instantly perked up and moved over to the shallow pool side with the
stairs, his hands held out as support for Obi-Wan instead of using
the rail as he slowly made his way up. “That means I can take you
out to a restaurant.” He said with eager delight, taking note of
how Obi-Wan moved.

His lovely mate always moved better in
the two first days after his aqua therapy and it was the best time to
take him out or be active.

“Really?” Obi-Wan made a low noise,
waddling along to the locker. “Where are you going to take me?”
He blinked.

“Anywhere you want to go. I’ll call
them and ask for a table and I’ll get it.” Anakin noted Obi-Wan’s
hesitation but ignored it.

“Well… maybe some twi’lek cuisine
would be nice… there are some good restaurants that serve up that
kind of food on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan finally mumbled as they entered
the lockers and got to the bench where Obi-Wan’s things were.

“Then I’ll look up some resturants
once you’re dressed.” Anakin chirped, pushing the dry items out
of the way before helping Obi-Wan settle down. “Now lets get you
out of this hmm?”

Flushing, embrassed and a bit ashamed,
Obi-Wan allowed Anakin to undress him, the Sith running his hands
over the pregnancy changed body.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
Obi-Wan whispered quietly as Anakin’s flesh hand lingered on the
stretch mark of his stomach, the touch causing him to tense.

“Do what?” Anakin questioned,
staring at his mate. “Marvel at you? Admire how beautiful you are?”

“I loo-”

The Sith cut him off. “You look
beautiful Obi-Wan.” Anakin, headless of the water puddled on the
floor, knelt down so his legging soaked in it, pressing a soft kiss
to Obi-Wan’s wet and stretch mark covered skin. “This? This is
evidence of our child and I think its one of the most gorgeous things
about you.” He rumbled seriously, staring him in the eye to let
Obi-Wan know he was genuine.

Staring at him, Obi-Wan slowly relaxed.
“You… you can’t mean that, its ug-”

“Never.” Anakin slid his arms
around Obi-Wan, needing to reassure his mate. “Never call yourself
ugly. You will never be ugly to me Obi-Wan, my dearest mate. And
this?” He pressed his cheek to the others swollen stomach, feeling
their child inside the man. “This is beautiful too and I adore how
your body has changed and filled and… Force if you were healthy
enough for it you have no idea how desirous you are to me right now.”
He flickered his eyes back up, meeting the startled eyes above him.

“I… you can’t be… I look like…”
Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, looking utterly lost. “You really want
me… like… like this?”

Licking his lips, Anakin flickered his
eyes over Obi-Wan’s form. “Oh you have no idea… if it was safe,
if I was sure it wouldn’t hurt you…” He growled faintly, hands
tensing against the taunt skin of Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Shifting, a bit nervous looking,
Obi-Wan gnawed on his bottom lip. “…We… could try?” He
questioned meekly.

“…Only if a medic clears you for
strenuous activity.” Anakin eyes however flickered with desire
because the idea of having his mate…

Force that was burning fuel for his
desires.

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Watching
Obi-Wan and the nautolan medic, Anakin smiled softly to himself as he
observed his mate’s aquatic therapy which was a mix of swimming and
stretches that involved a few flotation devices and balls as tools to
help him.

While his beautiful omega may find it a
bit embarrassing, Anakin just found it adorable, watching Obi-Wan
move a ball around, stretching his himself left and right at the
medic’s direction or shifting to float and relax.

As Anakin had understood, the purpose
of the aquatic therapy was to help deal with the musculoskeletal pain
Obi-Wan was experiencing along with the hip pain with the heat
hopefully easing some of his various aches from the pregnancy that
came from swollen muscles.

Finally the medic noticed him, tensing
a bit before bowing. “Lord Vader, apologies I did not see you
there.” She squeaked, head tentacles curling together in her
agitation.

Obi-Wan turned too, facing him with his
face flustering a dark shade of red.

Chuckling faintly, Anakin pushed
himself off the door frame and moved to the edge of the pool. “I
didn’t want to disturb, I take no offense as I was being quiet on
purpose.” He confessed, watching Obi-Wan more then the healer as
his mate came over to the edge, kneeling down to cup the omegas
cheek. “How are you love?” He murmured.

“I’m alright. I didn’t expect you
home yet though.” Obi-Wan nuzzled at the hand, peering up at him
with a clear question in eye.

“Mmn, disagreements with the Emperor.
He sent me home to think more about my choice of words.” Anakin
rolled his eyes before tucking Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear,
smiling a bit more down at the other as he took in the tunic he was
wearing over his swimming trunks. “Feeling self conscious love?”
He questioned with amusement even as he gently stroked his cheek.

“Maybe.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat
before looking to his medic. “Is my session up now Dr. Nika? Or do
I have more?” He questioned.

“I think that’s enough for today.”
She returned, gesturing to Anakin. “Your mate can help you up
Master Kenobi and help you to the lockers to rinse off the pool water
and get changed.” She smiled nervously at the alpha.

Anakin, not needing to be told twice,
instantly perked up and moved over to the shallow pool side with the
stairs, his hands held out as support for Obi-Wan instead of using
the rail as he slowly made his way up. “That means I can take you
out to a restaurant.” He said with eager delight, taking note of
how Obi-Wan moved.

His lovely mate always moved better in
the two first days after his aqua therapy and it was the best time to
take him out or be active.

“Really?” Obi-Wan made a low noise,
waddling along to the locker. “Where are you going to take me?”
He blinked.

“Anywhere you want to go. I’ll call
them and ask for a table and I’ll get it.” Anakin noted Obi-Wan’s
hesitation but ignored it.

“Well… maybe some twi’lek cuisine
would be nice… there are some good restaurants that serve up that
kind of food on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan finally mumbled as they entered
the lockers and got to the bench where Obi-Wan’s things were.

“Then I’ll look up some resturants
once you’re dressed.” Anakin chirped, pushing the dry items out
of the way before helping Obi-Wan settle down. “Now lets get you
out of this hmm?”

Flushing, embrassed and a bit ashamed,
Obi-Wan allowed Anakin to undress him, the Sith running his hands
over the pregnancy changed body.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
Obi-Wan whispered quietly as Anakin’s flesh hand lingered on the
stretch mark of his stomach, the touch causing him to tense.

“Do what?” Anakin questioned,
staring at his mate. “Marvel at you? Admire how beautiful you are?”

“I loo-”

The Sith cut him off. “You look
beautiful Obi-Wan.” Anakin, headless of the water puddled on the
floor, knelt down so his legging soaked in it, pressing a soft kiss
to Obi-Wan’s wet and stretch mark covered skin. “This? This is
evidence of our child and I think its one of the most gorgeous things
about you.” He rumbled seriously, staring him in the eye to let
Obi-Wan know he was genuine.

Staring at him, Obi-Wan slowly relaxed.
“You… you can’t mean that, its ug-”

“Never.” Anakin slid his arms
around Obi-Wan, needing to reassure his mate. “Never call yourself
ugly. You will never be ugly to me Obi-Wan, my dearest mate. And
this?” He pressed his cheek to the others swollen stomach, feeling
their child inside the man. “This is beautiful too and I adore how
your body has changed and filled and… Force if you were healthy
enough for it you have no idea how desirous you are to me right now.”
He flickered his eyes back up, meeting the startled eyes above him.

“I… you can’t be… I look like…”
Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, looking utterly lost. “You really want
me… like… like this?”

Licking his lips, Anakin flickered his
eyes over Obi-Wan’s form. “Oh you have no idea… if it was safe,
if I was sure it wouldn’t hurt you…” He growled faintly, hands
tensing against the taunt skin of Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Shifting, a bit nervous looking,
Obi-Wan gnawed on his bottom lip. “…We… could try?” He
questioned meekly.

“…Only if a medic clears you for
strenuous activity.” Anakin eyes however flickered with desire
because the idea of having his mate…

Force that was burning fuel for his
desires.

EEK. FreeForMe, Vader gets the ‘Palpatine certain Padme dead’ and ‘Padme had to be fed energy by ObiWan to survive’, adds one and one, and gets «Palpatine set Anakin up and tried to kill Padme». Combines that with the slaver chips in the clones and NOPES right out. Bye bye Palps, aw honey, don’t you want to be Empress Amidala?? (grin, just a thought)

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He was going to
kill him.

Anakin was going to
outright murder him at first chance.

Slaughter him in
his own chair as the man was mid cackle. Yes that sounded good to him
and he grinned at himself in the canopy of his ship as he let the
autopilot go through the release procedures.

Then Anakin forced
himself to take a deep breath and let go of the thought.

He couldn’t, not
yet at least regardless how much he wished to but oh how he wanted.

He wanted to
torture the fucker to death and make him scream.

Because Sidious had
planned to murder Padme, it was his fault she had almost died. Anakin
hadn’t wanted to follow the impulse of that thought at first but
had then forced himself to examine him. Palpatine had been so sure
she was dead, so certain but Obi-Wan had confirmed that he had feed
Anakin’s wife energy which was why Padme had survived.

So yes, Palpatine
had almost killed both Anakin’s wife and his twins.

‘She is unhappy
with me… but if I made her empress… its to late to dismantle the
system now with all Palpatine has done but if I made her empress she
could do what she thinks is right and just… get it all okay again.
She’d be on Coruscant, with the twins, I could win her back.’
Anakin mused.

And then he slowly
turned his eyes towards the Imperial palace, a blood thirsty grin
appearing on his face as he did.

All Anakin would
need to do was arrange a little ‘accident’ for Palpatine and his
cronies. An exploding ship was all that was needed on a little…
‘trip’ with Palpatine leaving the seat of power to Padme Amidala
as his ‘heir’ because she and he had always been so ‘close’.

Whoever said that
Anakin Skywalker could not be taught to be devious and who cared if
anyone suspected the truth?

Anakin would do
anything to get his dreams now that he knew both his wife and his
kids were alive.

‘And maybe…’
A traitorously tiny voice whispered below it all. ‘Maybe you could
get your brother back too?’

Anakin blinked a
bit, taking the control of his ship as he was released and flew off.

Maybe he could get
Obi-Wan back too…

()()()

Watching Cody and
Waxer with a small smile, Obi-Wan leaned against the doorway as Waxer
babbled happily at his dad with his little chubby hands on Cody’s
wrinkle lined face as Cody nodded seriously ever so often or cooed in
return as a response as he rubbed his baby boy’s back with one
large hand compared to little Waxer who had come so early into life.

It was an endearing
picture that Obi-Wan never wanted to lose.

And he wouldn’t
because he had floated a holocam over to his hands from a shelf
without disturbing the two on the couch to take a proper holopicture
for his collection of pictures.

This one would be
the first of Cody and Waxer only though and it was making Obi-Wan
just go gooey all over even as Waxer let out a bone cracking little
yawn that stilled his babbles.

His little baby
stuffed a hand in his mouth and settled his head down on Cody’s
chest, nuzzling into the warm tunic covered chest while sucking on
his hand as Cody stilled his rubs to just watch for a few seconds.

Than he started to
rumble and hum a quiet song with Waxer blinking his eyes sleepily.

Obi-Wan knew there
was much to mourn but Force above, in this moment he was just utterly
grateful to be alive and with Cody again.