For Happyasus, Obi-wan finally giving birth!
“Qui-Gon…Qui-Gon wake up.” Obi-Wan shakes at his mate, frowning
heavily before sighing. “Qui-Gon for Force sake…”
The other Jedi grumbles and shifts against the sheets. “Five more
minutes…”
“I don’t have five more minuets Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan huffed in
frustration and then winced as a telling wetness spread between his
thighs and soaked into the sheets below him, pain lacing his spine
and hips. “…Qui-Gon I’m going into labor.”
“Mmmn, that’s nice dear.” The long haired master mumbled.
There was a second where only Obi-Wan’s hitched breathing filled
the air.
And then Qui-Gon promptly sat up. “You’re going into LABOR!?”
“Finally he gets it.” Obi-Wan mumbled, shuffling to the edge of
the bed and struggling to his feet with one hand on the nightstand.
Qui-Gon took that moment to tangle himself further into slightly wet
blankets and fall of the bed on the other side, panic filling the
Force.
The other man meanwhile quietly shuffled towards the door and opening
it. “Please bring my pad, I’d like to have something to rea-”
“You’re going into labor!?” Qui-Gon squeaked, finally getting
loose and getting up, grabbing Obi-Wan’s robe to throw it around
the other mans shoulders.
“Yes and please keep calm, and quiet down, Anakin is still slee-”
“No I’m not anymore. You going into labor Obi-Wan?” Anakin
blinked, moving out of his bedroom while pulling on his own robe.
“Need help walking?” He questioned.
“No, no I’m good, try to get your fool master and my mate to calm
down though?” Obi-Wan waddled towards the doors before stopping.
“Oh, my robe.”
Qui-Gon caught up to his omega and slipped the robe around the others
shoulders, making a loud noise in his throat. “How are you so
calm!?”
Obi-Wan blinked up at him. “Qui-Gon, I’m in the temple, with
healers.” He smiled. “I’ve been preparing for this moment for
weeks, months even.” He chuckled.
Shrugging a bit, Anakin picked up a pad from the coffee table. “Mom
was a midwife for a lot of omegas back on Tatooine, I saw my fair
share of labors and even helped. Obi-Wan’s in a much better place
then they were.”
Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin before making a low noise as Qui-Gon picked
him up. “Hey, I can walk…”
“I’d rather you not stagger and waddle all the way to the Halls.
I hardly think you want people to see you waddle that way either.”
Qui-Gon got out, carrying of to the door and out.
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“She wont disappear if you stop staring at her.”
“Shh, precious moments Anakin, let me have this.” Qui-Gon
whispered, hands resting on the edge of the crib and his chin on his
hands, staring at the baby.
His baby.
His and Obi-Wan’s.
She was small and pink and had tufts of dark hair that looked like
Qui-Gon’s when it wasn’t salt and peppered and a tiny button
nose.
“…Hello little one.” He whispered. “Welcome to the galaxy
sweet one.”
From the medibed, Obi-Wan smiled drowsily at his crooning mate. ‘What
a sweet, silly man you are…’