mpreg

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.

Rather than rare, is Obi-Wan okay? Will this cause him to miscarry? How will Anakin and Padme react? Do they blame themselves for not being there?

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Heart in his throat, Anakin stared at
the remains of what had been a conference area of one of the
connected Senatorial buildings. Now only smoke and ruins remained and
somewhere in there, Obi-Wan and Master Windu were.

Other Jedi were helping survivors but
Anakin couldn’t force himself to move as he tried to swallow his
panic.

Because Obi-Wan was somewhere in there.

Obi-Wan in his delicate state with
potentially Anakin and Padme’s babies that he had just agreed to
let them be there for.

“Skyguy!” He jerked to, looking
down at Ahsoka who was clinging to his hand in return. “You need to
breath, you’re broadcasting.” She explained, eyes wide.

It was only then Anakin noticed how
short of breath he was and how several healers were glancing towards
him but were too busy with survivors to help him.

Taking a sharp, almost painful breath,
Anakin shored up his shields and forced himself to calm down by
clinging to Ahsoka’s hand. “…Get on a breathing apparatus
Ahsoka, we’re going to go in there and find people.” He said
firmly, only a touch of his true emotions coming out in the way his
voice shook.

But it was enough to reassure his
padawan who nodded firmly, reaching into her belt to find hers as
Anakin did the same.

Taking another deep breath, Anakin
forced himself not to think too hard on the situation and instead
focused on goals.

Search and rescue operation.

He could do that, he’d done it with
Obi-Wan many times and this was no different even if the lives he was
looking for were precious to him. Looking down at Ashoka, Anakin took
yet another deep breath the nodded. “Make a bubble out of the Force
to keep any gas or smoke out of your eyes, keep your mouth piece on
and call on me through the Force if you find anything.” He said
firmly.

She nodded and put in her breathing
apparatus.

And with that they joined the rest of
the Jedi and clones.

Several Jedi were showing signs of
scorched clothes and burned skin, touching things that were too hot
but no one were stopping, clones forcibly dragging hurt Jedi away and
making vode take over where they were working.

Jedi complaining loudly that burns
would heal but there were lives at stake.

And below everything again was that
burning knowledge that Obi-Wan, one of the few omegas of the Order,
was somewhere in all of the burning wreckage of the exploded hall and
rooms.

Breathing in smoke, pinned, hurt…

Anakin snarled a muffled curse into the
breathing apparatus, forcing himself not to get too emotionally
invested again and have a fresh panic attack.

It wasn’t time, there was no time
for him to do that now.

And then Anakin heard over the comms
that Master Fisto had found master Windu.

He got direction from the nautolan
where to go as he knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been far from the
Korun at the time of the explosion, moving durasteel beams and
shrapnel as carefully as he could with the Force so it wouldn’t fall in on them.

He was just about to lift some molted durasteel when
Ahsoka fanatically tapped at him through the bond, Anakin’s heart stopping in his
throat as he turned to find her kneeling about eight meters from him,
barely seen through the smoke if it wasn’t for the light rod she
had thought to crack and put on her belt.

Moving through a hole that might have
been a wall at one point, Anakin felt his eyes widen as he saw what
Ahsoka had found.

Obi-Wan’s boot.

She had found Obi-Wan.

()()()

Watching his master quietly, Anakin
scrubbed his hand over his weary face, feeling soot being dragged
over his skin.

Obi-Wan looked better when he had been
found.

The healers had cleaned him up and put
him in a Hall gown, settling him in the usual bed with an oxygen mask
settled to ensure he wouldn’t take toxic damage from any inhaled
smoke. All injuries had been healed and now it was a waiting game.

Because Che had quietly warned them all
that Obi-Wan was still in a fragile state, he could still miscarriage

If he made it through the next twenty
four hours, the babies would be safe.

If not…

Anakin glanced around the full Halls
and then swallowed when he saw a healer eyeing him. He lifted his
hands in surrender and nodded, reluctantly leaving the Halls to go
clean up and eat before he was forced to leave.

He passed by a sleeping master Windu
with the oxygen on just the same as Obi-Wan.

Not all the victims had a mask on but
those who had been exposed the longest to it had.

Now it was just a
waiting game.

Rather than rare, is Obi-Wan okay? Will this cause him to miscarry? How will Anakin and Padme react? Do they blame themselves for not being there?

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Heart in his throat, Anakin stared at
the remains of what had been a conference area of one of the
connected Senatorial buildings. Now only smoke and ruins remained and
somewhere in there, Obi-Wan and Master Windu were.

Other Jedi were helping survivors but
Anakin couldn’t force himself to move as he tried to swallow his
panic.

Because Obi-Wan was somewhere in there.

Obi-Wan in his delicate state with
potentially Anakin and Padme’s babies that he had just agreed to
let them be there for.

“Skyguy!” He jerked to, looking
down at Ahsoka who was clinging to his hand in return. “You need to
breath, you’re broadcasting.” She explained, eyes wide.

It was only then Anakin noticed how
short of breath he was and how several healers were glancing towards
him but were too busy with survivors to help him.

Taking a sharp, almost painful breath,
Anakin shored up his shields and forced himself to calm down by
clinging to Ahsoka’s hand. “…Get on a breathing apparatus
Ahsoka, we’re going to go in there and find people.” He said
firmly, only a touch of his true emotions coming out in the way his
voice shook.

But it was enough to reassure his
padawan who nodded firmly, reaching into her belt to find hers as
Anakin did the same.

Taking another deep breath, Anakin
forced himself not to think too hard on the situation and instead
focused on goals.

Search and rescue operation.

He could do that, he’d done it with
Obi-Wan many times and this was no different even if the lives he was
looking for were precious to him. Looking down at Ashoka, Anakin took
yet another deep breath the nodded. “Make a bubble out of the Force
to keep any gas or smoke out of your eyes, keep your mouth piece on
and call on me through the Force if you find anything.” He said
firmly.

She nodded and put in her breathing
apparatus.

And with that they joined the rest of
the Jedi and clones.

Several Jedi were showing signs of
scorched clothes and burned skin, touching things that were too hot
but no one were stopping, clones forcibly dragging hurt Jedi away and
making vode take over where they were working.

Jedi complaining loudly that burns
would heal but there were lives at stake.

And below everything again was that
burning knowledge that Obi-Wan, one of the few omegas of the Order,
was somewhere in all of the burning wreckage of the exploded hall and
rooms.

Breathing in smoke, pinned, hurt…

Anakin snarled a muffled curse into the
breathing apparatus, forcing himself not to get too emotionally
invested again and have a fresh panic attack.

It wasn’t time, there was no time
for him to do that now.

And then Anakin heard over the comms
that Master Fisto had found master Windu.

He got direction from the nautolan
where to go as he knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been far from the
Korun at the time of the explosion, moving durasteel beams and
shrapnel as carefully as he could with the Force so it wouldn’t fall in on them.

He was just about to lift some molted durasteel when
Ahsoka fanatically tapped at him through the bond, Anakin’s heart stopping in his
throat as he turned to find her kneeling about eight meters from him,
barely seen through the smoke if it wasn’t for the light rod she
had thought to crack and put on her belt.

Moving through a hole that might have
been a wall at one point, Anakin felt his eyes widen as he saw what
Ahsoka had found.

Obi-Wan’s boot.

She had found Obi-Wan.

()()()

Watching his master quietly, Anakin
scrubbed his hand over his weary face, feeling soot being dragged
over his skin.

Obi-Wan looked better when he had been
found.

The healers had cleaned him up and put
him in a Hall gown, settling him in the usual bed with an oxygen mask
settled to ensure he wouldn’t take toxic damage from any inhaled
smoke. All injuries had been healed and now it was a waiting game.

Because Che had quietly warned them all
that Obi-Wan was still in a fragile state, he could still miscarriage

If he made it through the next twenty
four hours, the babies would be safe.

If not…

Anakin glanced around the full Halls
and then swallowed when he saw a healer eyeing him. He lifted his
hands in surrender and nodded, reluctantly leaving the Halls to go
clean up and eat before he was forced to leave.

He passed by a sleeping master Windu
with the oxygen on just the same as Obi-Wan.

Not all the victims had a mask on but
those who had been exposed the longest to it had.

Now it was just a
waiting game.

Hey Moddy! Could we get a continuation of «rarerthanrare»? You never said HOW the public reacted when news was leaked, how the separatists reacted… and how poor obi-wan’s coping with quadruplets! Merci :)

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Obi-Wan had been a
minor celebrity even before he became pregnant, an omega general at
the helm of a war, leading troops front and center into battle as he
did with men and women of all natures worrying about him.

But the fact that
he was now pregnant had made him an even larger celebrity.

A quadruple
pregnancy from someone who had spent the majority of their life on
Coruscant, an omega who was actually proving to be fertile enough to
carry a multiple birth, something not even prosperous untainted
worlds could always brag to be able.

And here this Jedi,
this omega Jedi who went to war and lived a more sparse life then
many omegas, this omega who fought and risked his life was able to
carry such a fertile coupling.

It was bound to at
some point need to be addressed, especially when Obi-Wan started to
show ever so slightly even with his Jedi robes at an early date. It
was the last thing Obi-Wan wanted to do but a press conference would
have to be held to stop the paparazzi from basically stalking Obi-Wan
at all times as they had been doing.

‘Something had to
happen after the happiness I had with Anakin and Padme of course.’
He thought dryly even as he followed after Mace.

Luckily he would
most likely not need to say anything but just let the other councilor
talk the media down so they would leave Obi-Wan alone to a certain
degree once they had the proper admission from the Order that Obi-Wan
was indeed pregnant and it wasn’t a fake rumor created to make a
big fuss.

Though considering
how some of the cameras flashed off when Obi-Wan settled down and the
slight bulge of his stomach became obvious, it was clear that they at
least gotten some confirmation.

And then started
the mess of a media conference.

Ugh, Obi-Wan hated
this part even as he kept a serene expression for the media and
cameras.

People shouting,
asking questions, Mace answering, them trying to get Obi-Wan to
respond, Obi-Wan speaking up when needed…

It was bound to go
wrong but not in a way either Mace or Obi-Wan expected.

Because no one
expected a bomb to go of in the vicinity of an even suspected
pregnant omega.

Obi-Wan barely had
enough warning from the Force to throw himself to the ground when the
droid exploded to his utter horror and then the podium broke apart,
Obi-Wan falling through it before everything went dark in a ruckus of
screams of bending metal and terrified people.

And then Obi-Wan
knew no more.

()()()

Nuzzling Anakin
slowly, Padme smiled to herself when she found a patch of his shirt
that smelled softer and sweeter then anything else. “Is this where
Obi-Wan kept his head?” She teased him, wiggling her toes happily
as she sniffed at the spot.

“Yeah I guess
so.” Anakin grinned while gently rubbing at her hip, feeling lazy
and content, his clothes still carrying a lingering scent of soft
omega from Obi-Wan indeed cuddled up to him earlier like Padme
suspected.

He was just about
to suggest the two get a bit more intimate when there was a rumbling
in the building, sounding far of but utterly familiar to Anakin as he
jerked to a straight position, focusing towards the window with Padme
becoming tense against him.

“…Is that what
I think it is?” She hissed quietly.

“The rumbling of
a bomb. Yes.” Anakin confirmed, standing up to move to the balcony,
eyes flickering around to see if he could spot from here where the
bomb had gone off. With as clearly as they had heard it, it had to
be.

However he was
distracted when his comm rang, pulling it off his belt to answer.
“Skywalker.”

“Skyguy! The
press conference, Master Obi-Wan and Master Windu, we can’t find
them, they’re buried in the rubble!” Ahsoka yelped into the comm.

Anakin’s blood
froze.

Hey Moddy! Could we get a continuation of «rarerthanrare»? You never said HOW the public reacted when news was leaked, how the separatists reacted… and how poor obi-wan’s coping with quadruplets! Merci :)

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Obi-Wan had been a
minor celebrity even before he became pregnant, an omega general at
the helm of a war, leading troops front and center into battle as he
did with men and women of all natures worrying about him.

But the fact that
he was now pregnant had made him an even larger celebrity.

A quadruple
pregnancy from someone who had spent the majority of their life on
Coruscant, an omega who was actually proving to be fertile enough to
carry a multiple birth, something not even prosperous untainted
worlds could always brag to be able.

And here this Jedi,
this omega Jedi who went to war and lived a more sparse life then
many omegas, this omega who fought and risked his life was able to
carry such a fertile coupling.

It was bound to at
some point need to be addressed, especially when Obi-Wan started to
show ever so slightly even with his Jedi robes at an early date. It
was the last thing Obi-Wan wanted to do but a press conference would
have to be held to stop the paparazzi from basically stalking Obi-Wan
at all times as they had been doing.

‘Something had to
happen after the happiness I had with Anakin and Padme of course.’
He thought dryly even as he followed after Mace.

Luckily he would
most likely not need to say anything but just let the other councilor
talk the media down so they would leave Obi-Wan alone to a certain
degree once they had the proper admission from the Order that Obi-Wan
was indeed pregnant and it wasn’t a fake rumor created to make a
big fuss.

Though considering
how some of the cameras flashed off when Obi-Wan settled down and the
slight bulge of his stomach became obvious, it was clear that they at
least gotten some confirmation.

And then started
the mess of a media conference.

Ugh, Obi-Wan hated
this part even as he kept a serene expression for the media and
cameras.

People shouting,
asking questions, Mace answering, them trying to get Obi-Wan to
respond, Obi-Wan speaking up when needed…

It was bound to go
wrong but not in a way either Mace or Obi-Wan expected.

Because no one
expected a bomb to go of in the vicinity of an even suspected
pregnant omega.

Obi-Wan barely had
enough warning from the Force to throw himself to the ground when the
droid exploded to his utter horror and then the podium broke apart,
Obi-Wan falling through it before everything went dark in a ruckus of
screams of bending metal and terrified people.

And then Obi-Wan
knew no more.

()()()

Nuzzling Anakin
slowly, Padme smiled to herself when she found a patch of his shirt
that smelled softer and sweeter then anything else. “Is this where
Obi-Wan kept his head?” She teased him, wiggling her toes happily
as she sniffed at the spot.

“Yeah I guess
so.” Anakin grinned while gently rubbing at her hip, feeling lazy
and content, his clothes still carrying a lingering scent of soft
omega from Obi-Wan indeed cuddled up to him earlier like Padme
suspected.

He was just about
to suggest the two get a bit more intimate when there was a rumbling
in the building, sounding far of but utterly familiar to Anakin as he
jerked to a straight position, focusing towards the window with Padme
becoming tense against him.

“…Is that what
I think it is?” She hissed quietly.

“The rumbling of
a bomb. Yes.” Anakin confirmed, standing up to move to the balcony,
eyes flickering around to see if he could spot from here where the
bomb had gone off. With as clearly as they had heard it, it had to
be.

However he was
distracted when his comm rang, pulling it off his belt to answer.
“Skywalker.”

“Skyguy! The
press conference, Master Obi-Wan and Master Windu, we can’t find
them, they’re buried in the rubble!” Ahsoka yelped into the comm.

Anakin’s blood
froze.

Empress Amidala/MPreg ObiWan hasn’t had any love in a while. How is the pregnancy progressing? And is Palps dead in this one or lurking around? Maybe lusting over the bright spark in the Force that is Luke/Leia/baby for an apprentice? Is Cody going to show up and react well/poorly(chipped)/deadly? Curiousity has been on hold for ever! (grin)

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And as the world
continued to slowly spin, Obi-Wan grew bigger and bigger with his
pregnancy progressing every week with a steady rate with both his
wife and husband doting on him and the twins cooing and gasping in
awe at the fact that they were going to be big sisters and brothers.

Anakin and Padme
were not the only ones hovering around him, the troopers too had
started, especially when it became obvious that Obi-Wan was pregnant
and not everyone could hold their tongue in regards to his state.

Regardless where on
Coruscant Obi-Wan was, he was never actually fully alone unless he
was in his office, in the loo or back home in the apartment. Though
most of the time his protective troopers turned into hovering
bodyguards were more shadows then anything else, just making
themselves obvious to anyone so they wouldn’t make a comment or try
to hurt Obi-Wan.

It was…

Soothing in a way
Obi-Wan had to admit. He wasn’t as worried about someone
potentially deciding to take out the Empress and Emperor newest
family addition somehow by targeting him and his stomach.

Because children
were innocent and Obi-Wan could hear them already in the Force.

And yes them.

He was carrying
twins, it seemed the genes for twins were tightly twined into Anakin.

But that made him
worried too as he hit his fifth month marker, waddling through the
barracks to get to the skycar that would bring him home.

Multiple fetuses
made early births always guarantied and because of his age, Obi-Wan
worried it would be a too early birth. He hadn’t shared that worry
with the other two though, he knew Anakin would worry himself to
splinters if he did and Padme…

Well Padme would
take it with more calm but she would insist on a twenty four-seven
medic presences everywhere Obi-Wan was and Obi-Wan could do without a
medic while he ate breakfast thank you very much.

So he tried not to
put too much worry into it and instead let Anakin and Padme spoil him
when they were home, Anakin always quick to rub his sore and aching
feet and ankles with Padme pulling his head down into her lap and
running her fingers through his hair to help sooth him through the
worst of his morning sickness though the name was misleading since
Obi-Wan had it more towards the evening.

Though she
continued even after that stopped because Obi-Wan enjoyed the soft
affection, the redhead a bit needy as he cuddled either Luke or Leia
depending on which of the kids were the calmest as Padme stroked his
hair and Anakin played with the second twin.

Quiet family time
and love and affection as Padme ruled the Empire with Anakin as her
enforcer and Obi-Wan quietly ensuring that the troopers were well
treated by all their commanding officers that were not vode though as
he closed in on the seventh month marker he was wondering if he
needed to stop working.

He tired out more
quickly, needed help to get up even from chairs and his feet…

He actually had to
walk around in slippers because he no longer fit into proper shoes
and that was a bitch and a half if it rained. More then once his
clone guards, (among them Cody) had carried him to the skycar when it
rained to ensure his feet wouldn’t get wet like the first time it
happened.

But when all was
said and done, it was so worth it, all those months, the pain, the
discomfort and whining when he held two little girls with soft
strands of copper and baby blue eyes as Padme and Anakin cooed over
them with Obi-Wan aching from the labor he had gone through and
feeling the painkillers rushing his system as he allowed wife and
husband to take a newborn each.

He wasn’t sure
what the future would bring, but he knew he had a chance for
happiness as terrible as that was after everything.

But he and his
family was alive, he could have that at least.

Empress Amidala/MPreg ObiWan hasn’t had any love in a while. How is the pregnancy progressing? And is Palps dead in this one or lurking around? Maybe lusting over the bright spark in the Force that is Luke/Leia/baby for an apprentice? Is Cody going to show up and react well/poorly(chipped)/deadly? Curiousity has been on hold for ever! (grin)

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And as the world
continued to slowly spin, Obi-Wan grew bigger and bigger with his
pregnancy progressing every week with a steady rate with both his
wife and husband doting on him and the twins cooing and gasping in
awe at the fact that they were going to be big sisters and brothers.

Anakin and Padme
were not the only ones hovering around him, the troopers too had
started, especially when it became obvious that Obi-Wan was pregnant
and not everyone could hold their tongue in regards to his state.

Regardless where on
Coruscant Obi-Wan was, he was never actually fully alone unless he
was in his office, in the loo or back home in the apartment. Though
most of the time his protective troopers turned into hovering
bodyguards were more shadows then anything else, just making
themselves obvious to anyone so they wouldn’t make a comment or try
to hurt Obi-Wan.

It was…

Soothing in a way
Obi-Wan had to admit. He wasn’t as worried about someone
potentially deciding to take out the Empress and Emperor newest
family addition somehow by targeting him and his stomach.

Because children
were innocent and Obi-Wan could hear them already in the Force.

And yes them.

He was carrying
twins, it seemed the genes for twins were tightly twined into Anakin.

But that made him
worried too as he hit his fifth month marker, waddling through the
barracks to get to the skycar that would bring him home.

Multiple fetuses
made early births always guarantied and because of his age, Obi-Wan
worried it would be a too early birth. He hadn’t shared that worry
with the other two though, he knew Anakin would worry himself to
splinters if he did and Padme…

Well Padme would
take it with more calm but she would insist on a twenty four-seven
medic presences everywhere Obi-Wan was and Obi-Wan could do without a
medic while he ate breakfast thank you very much.

So he tried not to
put too much worry into it and instead let Anakin and Padme spoil him
when they were home, Anakin always quick to rub his sore and aching
feet and ankles with Padme pulling his head down into her lap and
running her fingers through his hair to help sooth him through the
worst of his morning sickness though the name was misleading since
Obi-Wan had it more towards the evening.

Though she
continued even after that stopped because Obi-Wan enjoyed the soft
affection, the redhead a bit needy as he cuddled either Luke or Leia
depending on which of the kids were the calmest as Padme stroked his
hair and Anakin played with the second twin.

Quiet family time
and love and affection as Padme ruled the Empire with Anakin as her
enforcer and Obi-Wan quietly ensuring that the troopers were well
treated by all their commanding officers that were not vode though as
he closed in on the seventh month marker he was wondering if he
needed to stop working.

He tired out more
quickly, needed help to get up even from chairs and his feet…

He actually had to
walk around in slippers because he no longer fit into proper shoes
and that was a bitch and a half if it rained. More then once his
clone guards, (among them Cody) had carried him to the skycar when it
rained to ensure his feet wouldn’t get wet like the first time it
happened.

But when all was
said and done, it was so worth it, all those months, the pain, the
discomfort and whining when he held two little girls with soft
strands of copper and baby blue eyes as Padme and Anakin cooed over
them with Obi-Wan aching from the labor he had gone through and
feeling the painkillers rushing his system as he allowed wife and
husband to take a newborn each.

He wasn’t sure
what the future would bring, but he knew he had a chance for
happiness as terrible as that was after everything.

But he and his
family was alive, he could have that at least.

Hi! I have prompt for you, but I’m not sure if you like it. Obikin, mpreg, during TCW. War isn’t a best time for carrying child, so now pregnant Obi-Wan have miscarriage. It’s painful – both physically and psychically

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There are pains
that no time can heal.

There are memories
that hurt regardless how much time goes by.

Obi-Wan just hadn’t
expected one of them to be this.

When he had fallen
pregnant during the second year of the clone wars, both he and Anakin
had been concerned about the future, about their positions in the
order and what they would do. But during it all, Obi-Wan had not
expected this to be the conclusion of it all.

Perhaps he should
have and yet…

Sitting up slowly,
Obi-Wan brushed his hands over his face and wiped away the stilled
tears slowly as he escaped Anakin’s arms to make his way towards
the fresher to take a shower.

He could still
remember the moment, the way Grievous had thrown him, how he had hit
the ground hard and painful and rolled several meters from the Force
of it. The following cramping of his stomach that threatened to make
him scream, the blood coating down the inside of his leggings…

Obi-Wan clenched
his eyes shut and took a shuddering breath.

That was a week
ago.

They were returning
to Coruscant and it would take them two more days to reach it, both
the Resolute and the Negotiator together as Obi-Wan was in no
condition to continue fighting. His entire mind unraveling a bit
every day.

Anakin stayed with
him the entire time, wrapped around him most of the time to hold him,
both Jedi trying to behave as they should but… pulsing with pain,
with the what if they could have had. And Obi-Wan fighting with the
hormones he couldn’t control.

Yoda of all people
had quietly admitted that the media had caught wind of it, that
everyone on Coruscant who watched the news knew.

Yet at the same
time Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to care.

All he wanted was
to be back in the temple with Anakin. He wanted…

He wanted his baby.

Obi-Wan’s breath
hitched at that thought and he shuddered harder, clenching his hands
into his hair as a low whimper escaped him. He wanted his baby, he
wanted that future he had barely managed to even fantasies about and
he wanted-

Arms wrapped around
him, tight and protective as they pulled him back into a warm chest
and he let out a wet, gasping sound as he turned to hide in Anakin’s
chest.

“Its okay, let it
out love. Let it out.” Anakin whispered, voice pained and
understanding as Obi-Wan broke down in his arms to grieve for what
they had lost. “I’m right here for you.” He assured quietly as
he tightened his grasp even more on the other man with a small
sniffle.

Anakin had let all
his emotions out in the first days, Obi-Wan had tried to hold on.

And now the dam was
finally breaking open so he could finally grieve.

“Anakin!”
Obi-Wan sobbed into the others chest, wrapping his arms around the
others waist and clinging to him as he wet the others thin tunic,
shaking as he cried out all the pain he had been carrying.

Making a low
crooning noise, Anakin held the other tighter. “We’ll be okay
Obi-Wan. Its okay… I’m here, I won’t leave you.” He
whispered.

He’d never leave
Obi-Wan.

Hi! I have prompt for you, but I’m not sure if you like it. Obikin, mpreg, during TCW. War isn’t a best time for carrying child, so now pregnant Obi-Wan have miscarriage. It’s painful – both physically and psychically

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There are pains
that no time can heal.

There are memories
that hurt regardless how much time goes by.

Obi-Wan just hadn’t
expected one of them to be this.

When he had fallen
pregnant during the second year of the clone wars, both he and Anakin
had been concerned about the future, about their positions in the
order and what they would do. But during it all, Obi-Wan had not
expected this to be the conclusion of it all.

Perhaps he should
have and yet…

Sitting up slowly,
Obi-Wan brushed his hands over his face and wiped away the stilled
tears slowly as he escaped Anakin’s arms to make his way towards
the fresher to take a shower.

He could still
remember the moment, the way Grievous had thrown him, how he had hit
the ground hard and painful and rolled several meters from the Force
of it. The following cramping of his stomach that threatened to make
him scream, the blood coating down the inside of his leggings…

Obi-Wan clenched
his eyes shut and took a shuddering breath.

That was a week
ago.

They were returning
to Coruscant and it would take them two more days to reach it, both
the Resolute and the Negotiator together as Obi-Wan was in no
condition to continue fighting. His entire mind unraveling a bit
every day.

Anakin stayed with
him the entire time, wrapped around him most of the time to hold him,
both Jedi trying to behave as they should but… pulsing with pain,
with the what if they could have had. And Obi-Wan fighting with the
hormones he couldn’t control.

Yoda of all people
had quietly admitted that the media had caught wind of it, that
everyone on Coruscant who watched the news knew.

Yet at the same
time Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to care.

All he wanted was
to be back in the temple with Anakin. He wanted…

He wanted his baby.

Obi-Wan’s breath
hitched at that thought and he shuddered harder, clenching his hands
into his hair as a low whimper escaped him. He wanted his baby, he
wanted that future he had barely managed to even fantasies about and
he wanted-

Arms wrapped around
him, tight and protective as they pulled him back into a warm chest
and he let out a wet, gasping sound as he turned to hide in Anakin’s
chest.

“Its okay, let it
out love. Let it out.” Anakin whispered, voice pained and
understanding as Obi-Wan broke down in his arms to grieve for what
they had lost. “I’m right here for you.” He assured quietly as
he tightened his grasp even more on the other man with a small
sniffle.

Anakin had let all
his emotions out in the first days, Obi-Wan had tried to hold on.

And now the dam was
finally breaking open so he could finally grieve.

“Anakin!”
Obi-Wan sobbed into the others chest, wrapping his arms around the
others waist and clinging to him as he wet the others thin tunic,
shaking as he cried out all the pain he had been carrying.

Making a low
crooning noise, Anakin held the other tighter. “We’ll be okay
Obi-Wan. Its okay… I’m here, I won’t leave you.” He
whispered.

He’d never leave
Obi-Wan.

More MacexPonds please! What happens when Mace realizes he was pregnant with pups in theforcegives? Your previous works are amazing! Sometimes it leaves me wanting more, but I know you always give your best to each one. Good job!

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Resting his head on his knees, Mace
rubbed his temples as he took a deep breath. “Apologies friends…
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.” He managed to quietly
murmur out for the rest of the council to hear.

A careful hand touched his knee and
Mace slowly looked up from his knees to peer tiredly at Obi-Wan in
front of him on his knees with the bucket Mace had just thrown up in
set aside. “Mace no, you’re ill, none of us are going to blame
you for that.” The redhead murmured while squeezing his knee
soothingly as the rest of the council quietly chimed in with their
agreement.

Shuffling a bit, Mace gave a slight
smile before giving the bucket a bemused glance. “It was lucky you
had a bucket behind your chair. Did you have a premonition?” He
blinked.

Obi-Wan’s face flustered a bit at
that and he shook his head. “No. My morning sickness has gotten
worse and I… well I found it best to keep the bucket since we spend
such time here.” He cleared his throat a bit with a slight flush
crawling up his neck despite his smile as he rested his free hand on
the swell of his stomach.

Obi-Wan had not hidden his condition
once he’d gotten pregnant, the null turned omega being quite honest
with the rest of them as he feared for his unborn child should he go
on active missions and Mace was quite understanding at that.

Obi-Wan had rotten luck, him being maimed in some manner was almost always guarantied. Beside, he was
not the only council member to be pregnant, Depa and Kit had followed
only a week later in confessing to being confirmed pregnant too
though they weren’t showing signs that obviously since their
morning sickness seemed to be manageable.

His explanation made sense too and Mace
gave an absent nod before settling his head back on his knees with a
low grunt.

For a few seconds he just breathed
before he lifted his head slowly to stare at the bucket with heavy
realization and shock, then at Obi-Wan before growling quietly. “I
am going to kill Ponds.” He got out, wishing his voice didn’t
come out sounding ever so slightly hysteric even as Obi-Wan’s eyes
widened in realization too.

()()()

“Congratulation Master Windu, it
seems you’re carrying twins.” Che hummed, staring at the
ultrasound holo with Ponds and Mace. “Seem healthy too from what I
can tell but we’ll give you a throughout scan once you reach the
four month mark to make sure.” She gave him a smirk before removing
the scanner and settling down on the tool tray before she headed over
to the terminals to log Mace new information.

Ponds gently took the others hands and
rubbed them. “Breathe Mace.” He murmured softly, a bit of alpha
command in the voice. “I know we didn’t plan for this but we’ll
manage.” The commander leaned in and pressed a kiss to his
forehead. “I know we will.”

Mace jaw worked for a few moments
before he nodded shakily, taking a deep breath as he loosened one
hand from Ponds to pull his tunic back into place. “…You’re
going to be here for all of it, right?” He murmured, wishing his
voice didn’t come out sounding so small.

There was so many things he’d been
certain of.

So many things in life he had known his
place in as a Jedi even if he had moments of uncertainty and doubt
like everyone did.

But this?

No, he was as uncertain about the role
as a carrier and parent as he had been on his role as omega and mate
and he would need Ponds help.

He would willingly admit that he needed
his mate for this.

Ponds smiled softly and stroked his
cheek. “Of course Mace. There’s no place in the galaxy I’d be
other then here with you and our kits.” He slid his free hand down
to the others covered stomach. “I promise you that I will be here
for every step of uncertainty and discovery.” He leaned in to tap
their foreheads together in a vode trust greeting.

Mace pressed back, taking a deep
breath. “…Good.” He smiled slightly, relaxing.