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.

()()()

“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…’

Not sure if you want to go back there, but ForceSurprise with Ruins Researcher ObiWan hasn’t had any love lately… Maybe with the declaration of war (flower bouquet from the Chancellor) Obi sets up Palps to expose him as the Sith? TAKE THAT FOR UNDERESTIMATING AN OMEGA YAH JERK!! Cause don’t even TRY to threaten a Balanced Force user and his child and no you can’t have her Yoda, cause you a twit as well :p

“It was very foolish of you to take my babe from me.” Obi-Wan
said calmly as he entered the office, staring at Palpatine. “I was
actually becoming fond of you.”

Mas Amedda glanced between the omega and the beta before suddenly
making himself scarce.

Tilting his head and setting his elbows on his desk and stapling his
fingers together, Sheev raised a brow. “Me? I assu-”

“Please don’t demean us both by lying straight to my face.”
Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Where is she?”

The chancellor narrowed his eyes over the tips of his stapled
fingers.

Then he shrugged and reached below the desk, picking up the infant
who continued sweetly sleeping. He stood and moved around the desk,
rocking the child carefully. “I do wish you hadn’t come here, I
will have to deal with you now if I want to keep your child as an
apprentice.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gave a low hum “You
intend to dispose of me… but you forget that I knew who you were,
the Jedi now also know it now.” He shifted a bit to the side and
let the team of Jedi into the room, smiling a bit when he saw
Anakin’s narrowed, angry eyes.

Settling the child down on one of the plush chair, Palpatine growled
quietly. “That is most unfortunate indeed… I didn’t think you’d
actually inform them.”

“I am neither Sith nor Jedi.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders again.
“I don’t belong to light or dark and neither can exist without
the other. Jedi and Sith are just titles in my eyes and there can be
no light or dark without each other.” He tilted his head with his
eyes falling down to the chair and his expression hardened. “But
you took something of mine and that is a transgression beyond the
balance I uphold.”

Obi-Wan raised narrowed eyes at the Sith for a few seconds before
dropping them again, the colors of the galaxy swirling through them.

Stepping aside again, Obi-Wan allowed the battle to engage while
keeping an eye on his mewling and whimpering baby, only jerking a bit
when Anakin got a saber buried in his guts and all the Jedi fell
injured and even dead in some cases.

Weakened, pained, still so fresh from the birth of his daughter.

Anakin despaired because Sheev’s victory was almost assured and
there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Well, I may have to flee, but there are other chances for galactic
power, especially with such an apprentice as your child will become.”
The Sith sneered.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. “I am molting lava bursting from the crust
of the earth.” He straightened, seemed suddenly taller and bigger.
“I am lighting on a cloudless day.” His voice grew and Palpatine
was hissing as Obi-Wan’s aura grew with power and colors, reaching
out into every spot of the Senate. “I am the eye of the hurricane.”
Wind seemed to fill the halls and Anakin felt like air was being
pulled from his lungs. “I am balance.”

He moved with such speed that Anakin, nor any of the other Jedi could
follow it.

He had expected violence.

Obi-Wan did nothing of the sort.

The world felt frozen as he rested two fingers against the
Chancellor’s forehead. “And you Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious,
Supreme Chancellor and Hydra’s head of the Confederate of
Independent Systems, are not.”

Palpatine froze and then he collapsed to the floor as Obi-Wan turned
and moved to the chair where Satine was still laying safely, smiling
softly as he picked her up. “There you are, you’re going to drive
me to all worries aren’t you?” He whispered before moving towards
the still frozen Jedi, heading towards his potential mate.

Obi-Wan knelt by Anakin’s side, his eyes still shifting colors as
he did. “I am water from the wellspring.” He whispered, voice so
soft as he rested his hand on Anakin’s stomach first while holding
Satine. “I am the blooming flower in the sunlight.” His hands
glowed and the alpha could feel healing Force gently prod at his
injuries before sealing and healing in an accelerated speed. “I am
a breeze on summer days.” Obi-Wan seemed to grow smaller, pull back
into himself. “I am balance.”

His eyes were still changing colors and he stroked Anakin’s cheek
before he leaned in as his healing had finished what it could,
putting his lips to the others ear. “The Jedi are not very
accepting of the dark, they will want to confine me since they will consider me dark for this. I can’t allow
that. When you all wake up again, I’ll be long gone but come find
me. You’ll know where when I’m ready. Palpatine will no longer be a problem… after all, a Sith is only dangerous as long as he can use the Force, which Palpatine no longer can.” He pressed a soft kiss
to his alpha’s cheek before getting up and moving out of the
Chancellor’s office at a sedate pace, Satine’s soft mewling
filling the air until the door shut behind him.

Anakin finally passed out.

Not sure if you want to go back there, but ForceSurprise with Ruins Researcher ObiWan hasn’t had any love lately… Maybe with the declaration of war (flower bouquet from the Chancellor) Obi sets up Palps to expose him as the Sith? TAKE THAT FOR UNDERESTIMATING AN OMEGA YAH JERK!! Cause don’t even TRY to threaten a Balanced Force user and his child and no you can’t have her Yoda, cause you a twit as well :p

“It was very foolish of you to take my babe from me.” Obi-Wan
said calmly as he entered the office, staring at Palpatine. “I was
actually becoming fond of you.”

Mas Amedda glanced between the omega and the beta before suddenly
making himself scarce.

Tilting his head and setting his elbows on his desk and stapling his
fingers together, Sheev raised a brow. “Me? I assu-”

“Please don’t demean us both by lying straight to my face.”
Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Where is she?”

The chancellor narrowed his eyes over the tips of his stapled
fingers.

Then he shrugged and reached below the desk, picking up the infant
who continued sweetly sleeping. He stood and moved around the desk,
rocking the child carefully. “I do wish you hadn’t come here, I
will have to deal with you now if I want to keep your child as an
apprentice.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gave a low hum “You
intend to dispose of me… but you forget that I knew who you were,
the Jedi now also know it now.” He shifted a bit to the side and
let the team of Jedi into the room, smiling a bit when he saw
Anakin’s narrowed, angry eyes.

Settling the child down on one of the plush chair, Palpatine growled
quietly. “That is most unfortunate indeed… I didn’t think you’d
actually inform them.”

“I am neither Sith nor Jedi.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders again.
“I don’t belong to light or dark and neither can exist without
the other. Jedi and Sith are just titles in my eyes and there can be
no light or dark without each other.” He tilted his head with his
eyes falling down to the chair and his expression hardened. “But
you took something of mine and that is a transgression beyond the
balance I uphold.”

Obi-Wan raised narrowed eyes at the Sith for a few seconds before
dropping them again, the colors of the galaxy swirling through them.

Stepping aside again, Obi-Wan allowed the battle to engage while
keeping an eye on his mewling and whimpering baby, only jerking a bit
when Anakin got a saber buried in his guts and all the Jedi fell
injured and even dead in some cases.

Weakened, pained, still so fresh from the birth of his daughter.

Anakin despaired because Sheev’s victory was almost assured and
there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Well, I may have to flee, but there are other chances for galactic
power, especially with such an apprentice as your child will become.”
The Sith sneered.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. “I am molting lava bursting from the crust
of the earth.” He straightened, seemed suddenly taller and bigger.
“I am lighting on a cloudless day.” His voice grew and Palpatine
was hissing as Obi-Wan’s aura grew with power and colors, reaching
out into every spot of the Senate. “I am the eye of the hurricane.”
Wind seemed to fill the halls and Anakin felt like air was being
pulled from his lungs. “I am balance.”

He moved with such speed that Anakin, nor any of the other Jedi could
follow it.

He had expected violence.

Obi-Wan did nothing of the sort.

The world felt frozen as he rested two fingers against the
Chancellor’s forehead. “And you Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious,
Supreme Chancellor and Hydra’s head of the Confederate of
Independent Systems, are not.”

Palpatine froze and then he collapsed to the floor as Obi-Wan turned
and moved to the chair where Satine was still laying safely, smiling
softly as he picked her up. “There you are, you’re going to drive
me to all worries aren’t you?” He whispered before moving towards
the still frozen Jedi, heading towards his potential mate.

Obi-Wan knelt by Anakin’s side, his eyes still shifting colors as
he did. “I am water from the wellspring.” He whispered, voice so
soft as he rested his hand on Anakin’s stomach first while holding
Satine. “I am the blooming flower in the sunlight.” His hands
glowed and the alpha could feel healing Force gently prod at his
injuries before sealing and healing in an accelerated speed. “I am
a breeze on summer days.” Obi-Wan seemed to grow smaller, pull back
into himself. “I am balance.”

His eyes were still changing colors and he stroked Anakin’s cheek
before he leaned in as his healing had finished what it could,
putting his lips to the others ear. “The Jedi are not very
accepting of the dark, they will want to confine me since they will consider me dark for this. I can’t allow
that. When you all wake up again, I’ll be long gone but come find
me. You’ll know where when I’m ready. Palpatine will no longer be a problem… after all, a Sith is only dangerous as long as he can use the Force, which Palpatine no longer can.” He pressed a soft kiss
to his alpha’s cheek before getting up and moving out of the
Chancellor’s office at a sedate pace, Satine’s soft mewling
filling the air until the door shut behind him.

Anakin finally passed out.

A dark omega reunion please? You are amazing!!

He almost runs up the steps of the Jedi temple.

Almost.

He knows better then to do anything too startling even if he’s
flashed his Force aura so the Jedi knows he’s coming.

And then he feels an answering soft pulse that does make him run the
steps, eyes wide.

Because its Obi-Wan, his sweet mate and he’s there, standing in
soft robes with an eager look and wide eyes and yes his hands are
notably chained but for this duration Anakin can ignore that even as
the alpha inside him bristles.

“Treasure.” Anakin cupped the others face, leaning into the space
of his mate that had been gone for far too long.

“Sweetling.” Obi-Wan answered, reaching up and cupping Anakin’s
face in return. “Does he know?” The omega whispered, his
agitation clear in the Force.

“No, no I made sure he wasn’t aware of me coming to Coruscant.
Are you hurt?” Anakin reflected the question back at his mate,
ignoring the Jedi pointedly.

“Minor bruises that the Jedi have seen too.” When Anakin growled,
Obi-Wan shushed him. “Easy, its alright. Remember Sweetling, the
dream.”

Doing a visible effort at calming down, the alpha nuzzled into the
hands on his face. “A hut somewhere green, my own mech business.”
He murmured quietly. “And you able to enjoy all your research and
publish it. Little feet.”

“That’s it. That’s the dream. Somewhere green.” Obi-Wan
smiled softly.

At that moment there was a deep rumble and then someone clearing
their throat.

Reluctantly Anakin drew from Obi-Wan’s touch and looked at the Jedi
holding Obi-Wan’s freedom. “…Master Jedi’s.” He nodded
shortly at them, flickering yellowed eyes over the tense council.
“You have something of mine, so I’m willing to make a deal as I
said for what you want.”

A vein throbbed in Windu’s forehead but he nodded even as he
gritted his teeth. “Yes, we did agree it, something of yours in
exchange for the information.”  He gestured for the two Sith to
follow, not that Obi-Wan had a choice with his wrist chains.

Sliding his arm around his mate’s waist, Anakin followed.

Obi-Wan pressed his hip against him, making a soft noise. “Its
alright Anakin. Remember, the dream. We may actually get it now.”

“I may have to throw up from working with Jedi but hey, at least it
gets us away.” Anakin sighed, squeezing Obi-Wan to his side and
ignoring said Jedi.

“Oh they aren’t that bad.” His mate rolled his eyes.

“No? They abandoned you when you followed Jinn’s last request,
didn’t come back to check on you, scared me half to death at the
age of nine and don’t realize their own temple is contaminated.”
Anakin snorted sharply. “I mean its almost enough to make me
relieved they didn’t take me in, who knows what kind of unstable
kid I’d be by now.” He offered dryly.

“…Contaminated temple?” Plo questioned.

“Oh boy, this is going to take some time.” Obi-Wan sighed.

()()()

Brushing his fingers over the little swell of Obi-Wan’s body,
teasing the start of stretchmarks, Anakin stared into the dark of the
Jedi quarters they were holed up in. “…Do you really think we can
get that amnesty they are promising?” He whispered.

“Amidala promised to help us.” Obi-Wan murmured, placing his hand
over Anakin’s. “I trust her even if I don’t trust the Order
anymore.”

“…I liked how Windu’s temple vein started throbbing more and
more the more he heard.”

Obi-Wan snorted at his mates gleeful tone before quietly squeezing
the hand. ‘Force…don’t let Sidious find us… let us get the
dream…’ He thought, exhaling shakily and closing his eyes as
Anakin pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

A dark omega reunion please? You are amazing!!

He almost runs up the steps of the Jedi temple.

Almost.

He knows better then to do anything too startling even if he’s
flashed his Force aura so the Jedi knows he’s coming.

And then he feels an answering soft pulse that does make him run the
steps, eyes wide.

Because its Obi-Wan, his sweet mate and he’s there, standing in
soft robes with an eager look and wide eyes and yes his hands are
notably chained but for this duration Anakin can ignore that even as
the alpha inside him bristles.

“Treasure.” Anakin cupped the others face, leaning into the space
of his mate that had been gone for far too long.

“Sweetling.” Obi-Wan answered, reaching up and cupping Anakin’s
face in return. “Does he know?” The omega whispered, his
agitation clear in the Force.

“No, no I made sure he wasn’t aware of me coming to Coruscant.
Are you hurt?” Anakin reflected the question back at his mate,
ignoring the Jedi pointedly.

“Minor bruises that the Jedi have seen too.” When Anakin growled,
Obi-Wan shushed him. “Easy, its alright. Remember Sweetling, the
dream.”

Doing a visible effort at calming down, the alpha nuzzled into the
hands on his face. “A hut somewhere green, my own mech business.”
He murmured quietly. “And you able to enjoy all your research and
publish it. Little feet.”

“That’s it. That’s the dream. Somewhere green.” Obi-Wan
smiled softly.

At that moment there was a deep rumble and then someone clearing
their throat.

Reluctantly Anakin drew from Obi-Wan’s touch and looked at the Jedi
holding Obi-Wan’s freedom. “…Master Jedi’s.” He nodded
shortly at them, flickering yellowed eyes over the tense council.
“You have something of mine, so I’m willing to make a deal as I
said for what you want.”

A vein throbbed in Windu’s forehead but he nodded even as he
gritted his teeth. “Yes, we did agree it, something of yours in
exchange for the information.”  He gestured for the two Sith to
follow, not that Obi-Wan had a choice with his wrist chains.

Sliding his arm around his mate’s waist, Anakin followed.

Obi-Wan pressed his hip against him, making a soft noise. “Its
alright Anakin. Remember, the dream. We may actually get it now.”

“I may have to throw up from working with Jedi but hey, at least it
gets us away.” Anakin sighed, squeezing Obi-Wan to his side and
ignoring said Jedi.

“Oh they aren’t that bad.” His mate rolled his eyes.

“No? They abandoned you when you followed Jinn’s last request,
didn’t come back to check on you, scared me half to death at the
age of nine and don’t realize their own temple is contaminated.”
Anakin snorted sharply. “I mean its almost enough to make me
relieved they didn’t take me in, who knows what kind of unstable
kid I’d be by now.” He offered dryly.

“…Contaminated temple?” Plo questioned.

“Oh boy, this is going to take some time.” Obi-Wan sighed.

()()()

Brushing his fingers over the little swell of Obi-Wan’s body,
teasing the start of stretchmarks, Anakin stared into the dark of the
Jedi quarters they were holed up in. “…Do you really think we can
get that amnesty they are promising?” He whispered.

“Amidala promised to help us.” Obi-Wan murmured, placing his hand
over Anakin’s. “I trust her even if I don’t trust the Order
anymore.”

“…I liked how Windu’s temple vein started throbbing more and
more the more he heard.”

Obi-Wan snorted at his mates gleeful tone before quietly squeezing
the hand. ‘Force…don’t let Sidious find us… let us get the
dream…’ He thought, exhaling shakily and closing his eyes as
Anakin pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

How about Vader catching up to obiwan after he’s given birth?

This is not how he expected to see his old master.

He’d expected an old man, perhaps ready for the last battle after
years of evasion.

He’d expected a rebel leader.

A Jedi to fight the darkness.

A friend with desperation in his eyes and forgiveness in his heart
even still.

He did not expect a parent more concerned with a sobbing and
hiccuping child, his old master wearing what seemed like the
traditional Jedi cut of robes and leggings but far more threadbare
and homespun along with a scattering of furs and sand.

Obi-Wan was barely even looking at Vader, his eyes more focused on
the swaddled babe in Shortcut’s arms.

“…He’s hungry, I can make him quiet down if you just give him
to me.” Obi-Wan ventured finally when it seemed no one else seemed
to be about to say anything.

Growling, Vader gestured for Shortcut to hand the baby over, perhaps
once the crying quieted down perhaps Obi-Wan would give him the
attention Vader demanded.

And there was nothing about the crying that tore at Vader’s heart,
nope.

Obi-Wan let out a quiet but audible breath of relief when he got the
babe, giving him a little coo. “There you are little light, I’m
so sorry you had to wait, but its okay. Daddy’s here.” He
whispered, efficiently loosening his robes.

What th-oh…OH!

Vader blinked heavily as the babe instinctively latched on, quieting
down as it finally got what it wanted, Obi-Wan speaking quietly
nonsensical words to it.

“Its yours. Its not just someones babe you found but yours.” He
murmured and Obi-Wan looked up, face turning wary again as his free
arm cupped protectively around his son.

“Course he is.” The Jedi mumbled, instinctively shielding his
baby from Vader and the clones who’s watching curiously. “I bore
him, birthed him and loved him.” He focused back down though
glanced up quickly again against the one he considered a threat to
his sprog.

His sprog.

Karking hell when had THAT happened?

Vader felt…

Odd.

Obi-Wan had sex with someone and bore someones child.

There had to be an emotional connect for Obi-Wan to decide to KEEP it
and that in itself was a disconnect to the image Vader had kept of
Obi-Wan.

“I didn’t know you could carry.” He heard himself say even as
his mind was racing.

The man in front of him shrugged his shoulders faintly. “I thought
I was too old for it to matter. Too… deprived. Didn’t think it
was possible anymore by the time I found out.”

Narrowing his eyes slowly, Vader tilted his head slowly as something
occurred to him. “…Were you pregnant on Mustafar?” It would
explain more of the day.

The way Obi-Wan had desperately kept his distance from Anakin, hadn’t
engaged him in saber battle and instead just threw him far away with
the Force before lifting Padme into his arms and rushing back into
the ship.

Obi-Wan nodded mutely.

He let his eyes fall back down on the babe through the mask, taking
in the few features he could.

Soft tan like skin as if sun kissed something he doubted Obi-Wan
would have allowed with a child so small. Tufts of black hair with
the faintest sheen of redness tinting it.

“Cody.” He settled on as the Force whispered to him, still staring, watching how Obi-Wan’s
frame tensed. “He’s yours and Commander Cody’s.”

One of the clones shifted but Vader paid him no mind as he reached
out only for Obi-Wan to step away from him.

“…I’m not going to harm him Obi-Wan. What’s his name?”

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan let Vader touch a tiny chubby cheek with a gloved finger.
“…Waxer. His name is Waxer.”

Vader stared at the tiny babe and realized something both terrible
and relief aching a the same time.

He couldn’t kill Obi-Wan.

How about Vader catching up to obiwan after he’s given birth?

This is not how he expected to see his old master.

He’d expected an old man, perhaps ready for the last battle after
years of evasion.

He’d expected a rebel leader.

A Jedi to fight the darkness.

A friend with desperation in his eyes and forgiveness in his heart
even still.

He did not expect a parent more concerned with a sobbing and
hiccuping child, his old master wearing what seemed like the
traditional Jedi cut of robes and leggings but far more threadbare
and homespun along with a scattering of furs and sand.

Obi-Wan was barely even looking at Vader, his eyes more focused on
the swaddled babe in Shortcut’s arms.

“…He’s hungry, I can make him quiet down if you just give him
to me.” Obi-Wan ventured finally when it seemed no one else seemed
to be about to say anything.

Growling, Vader gestured for Shortcut to hand the baby over, perhaps
once the crying quieted down perhaps Obi-Wan would give him the
attention Vader demanded.

And there was nothing about the crying that tore at Vader’s heart,
nope.

Obi-Wan let out a quiet but audible breath of relief when he got the
babe, giving him a little coo. “There you are little light, I’m
so sorry you had to wait, but its okay. Daddy’s here.” He
whispered, efficiently loosening his robes.

What th-oh…OH!

Vader blinked heavily as the babe instinctively latched on, quieting
down as it finally got what it wanted, Obi-Wan speaking quietly
nonsensical words to it.

“Its yours. Its not just someones babe you found but yours.” He
murmured and Obi-Wan looked up, face turning wary again as his free
arm cupped protectively around his son.

“Course he is.” The Jedi mumbled, instinctively shielding his
baby from Vader and the clones who’s watching curiously. “I bore
him, birthed him and loved him.” He focused back down though
glanced up quickly again against the one he considered a threat to
his sprog.

His sprog.

Karking hell when had THAT happened?

Vader felt…

Odd.

Obi-Wan had sex with someone and bore someones child.

There had to be an emotional connect for Obi-Wan to decide to KEEP it
and that in itself was a disconnect to the image Vader had kept of
Obi-Wan.

“I didn’t know you could carry.” He heard himself say even as
his mind was racing.

The man in front of him shrugged his shoulders faintly. “I thought
I was too old for it to matter. Too… deprived. Didn’t think it
was possible anymore by the time I found out.”

Narrowing his eyes slowly, Vader tilted his head slowly as something
occurred to him. “…Were you pregnant on Mustafar?” It would
explain more of the day.

The way Obi-Wan had desperately kept his distance from Anakin, hadn’t
engaged him in saber battle and instead just threw him far away with
the Force before lifting Padme into his arms and rushing back into
the ship.

Obi-Wan nodded mutely.

He let his eyes fall back down on the babe through the mask, taking
in the few features he could.

Soft tan like skin as if sun kissed something he doubted Obi-Wan
would have allowed with a child so small. Tufts of black hair with
the faintest sheen of redness tinting it.

“Cody.” He settled on as the Force whispered to him, still staring, watching how Obi-Wan’s
frame tensed. “He’s yours and Commander Cody’s.”

One of the clones shifted but Vader paid him no mind as he reached
out only for Obi-Wan to step away from him.

“…I’m not going to harm him Obi-Wan. What’s his name?”

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan let Vader touch a tiny chubby cheek with a gloved finger.
“…Waxer. His name is Waxer.”

Vader stared at the tiny babe and realized something both terrible
and relief aching a the same time.

He couldn’t kill Obi-Wan.

How are things going in Little stars with Obi-wan and Qui-gon back in the field and Anakin growing up in the creche?

He felt…good.

Obi-Wan could honestly for the first time in year and a half say that
he felt good both mentally and physically as he and his master
disembarks from the transport along with the rest of the travelers,
smiling faintly as he waved at Bant and master Tahl who were boarding
their own.

“Shower…” His master grumbled quietly in front of him, his long
hair basically sticking to his neck with the amount of dirt and
grease in it.

There had been a problem with the sonic of the transport and it was
quite a few smelly Jedi stepping off wishing for the fresher and a
long shower.

Some were thinking of even indulging in hot water showers.

Obi-Wan however…

He touched Qui-Gon’s elbow to get his master’s attention.
“Master?”

The older man stopped and looked down at him, tired but gentle
looking as he smiled down at the redhead. “Yes padawan?”

“May I go see Anakin? How he has it, that he’s settled in well?”

He swallowed a bit at the hesitant look entering blue eyes.

“Just this once Master. Just this once to see that he’s settled
in and happy.” He promised.

After delivering their son to the creche, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had
received a mission out of the temple for the first time since the
labor.

It had thrilled him

But he had also quickly started missing Anakin and the light he
brought into his life.

Had missed being able to hold the babe in his arms and had started
worrying about how he was settling into the creche.

He knew that he shouldn’t…couldn’t keep Anakin.

Obi-Wan was much too young for it and he wanted to be a Jedi even if
he missed the little spark.

But he wanted this one last visit to see him before he kept his
distance.

Qui-Gon placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “…One last visit
Obi-Wan.” He agreed. “First shower and a change of clothes
though, we both reek and I don’t think the creche master will allow
us in.” The smile he gave Obi-Wan was a mixture of amusement and
sadness.

Bittersweet.

‘He’s missing Anakin too…’ Obi-Wan nodded. “Come with and
see him?”

()()()

Watching from a distance, Obi-Wan tilted his head as Anakin giggled
and crawled among all the other playing babies, heading towards the
building blocks on the play mat.

“He enjoys those more then anything, we think he may become a
builder when he gets older. Good with his hands.” Creche master
Dolan chuckled quietly.

“He’s getting big.” Qui-Gon remarked quietly, hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder in support.

Obi-Wan said nothing, watching the babies.

‘Happy. He looks happy…good.’ The worries Obi-Wan had carried
around settled in his gut. Anakin was just fine.

Obi-Wan might miss his little boy but he was happy and safe and that
was what mattered the most. ‘Grow up well Anakin, perhaps…
perhaps I’ll see you around when its your time to be a padawan?’
He smiled.

How are things going in Little stars with Obi-wan and Qui-gon back in the field and Anakin growing up in the creche?

He felt…good.

Obi-Wan could honestly for the first time in year and a half say that
he felt good both mentally and physically as he and his master
disembarks from the transport along with the rest of the travelers,
smiling faintly as he waved at Bant and master Tahl who were boarding
their own.

“Shower…” His master grumbled quietly in front of him, his long
hair basically sticking to his neck with the amount of dirt and
grease in it.

There had been a problem with the sonic of the transport and it was
quite a few smelly Jedi stepping off wishing for the fresher and a
long shower.

Some were thinking of even indulging in hot water showers.

Obi-Wan however…

He touched Qui-Gon’s elbow to get his master’s attention.
“Master?”

The older man stopped and looked down at him, tired but gentle
looking as he smiled down at the redhead. “Yes padawan?”

“May I go see Anakin? How he has it, that he’s settled in well?”

He swallowed a bit at the hesitant look entering blue eyes.

“Just this once Master. Just this once to see that he’s settled
in and happy.” He promised.

After delivering their son to the creche, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had
received a mission out of the temple for the first time since the
labor.

It had thrilled him

But he had also quickly started missing Anakin and the light he
brought into his life.

Had missed being able to hold the babe in his arms and had started
worrying about how he was settling into the creche.

He knew that he shouldn’t…couldn’t keep Anakin.

Obi-Wan was much too young for it and he wanted to be a Jedi even if
he missed the little spark.

But he wanted this one last visit to see him before he kept his
distance.

Qui-Gon placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “…One last visit
Obi-Wan.” He agreed. “First shower and a change of clothes
though, we both reek and I don’t think the creche master will allow
us in.” The smile he gave Obi-Wan was a mixture of amusement and
sadness.

Bittersweet.

‘He’s missing Anakin too…’ Obi-Wan nodded. “Come with and
see him?”

()()()

Watching from a distance, Obi-Wan tilted his head as Anakin giggled
and crawled among all the other playing babies, heading towards the
building blocks on the play mat.

“He enjoys those more then anything, we think he may become a
builder when he gets older. Good with his hands.” Creche master
Dolan chuckled quietly.

“He’s getting big.” Qui-Gon remarked quietly, hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder in support.

Obi-Wan said nothing, watching the babies.

‘Happy. He looks happy…good.’ The worries Obi-Wan had carried
around settled in his gut. Anakin was just fine.

Obi-Wan might miss his little boy but he was happy and safe and that
was what mattered the most. ‘Grow up well Anakin, perhaps…
perhaps I’ll see you around when its your time to be a padawan?’
He smiled.

Uh! Rude! What a cliffhanger for butterfly flutters! More pleeeaaasseee?

‘Say something.’ Obi-Wan’s mind was telling him, staring at the
blue eyed man in front of him still holding Obi-Wan’s face in his
hands.

Anakin looked faintly desperate, his curls falling forward in his
face and his lips faintly kiss swollen.

He could still feel the wetness from his spilled tea, soaking into
his clothes and the heat that came from Anakin’s body as the blond
pressed closer, the way the others thumbs gently caressed his
cheekbones. “…Obi-Wan?” The other whispered.

“…Its yours.” He gasped out, eyes die, hormones making his eyes
tear up without his permission.

“What?” Anakin blinked, stopping his gentle thumb rub.

“T-The baby, its yours, back… back then. That time.” Obi-Wan
choked out, pressing into Anakin’s hands before he laughed bitterly
as Anakin’s eyes went wide.

“Do you know how delighted I was when you told me you weren’t
with Padme, that she’d thrown you out? How guilty I felt?”
Obi-Wan swallowed. “Here you were…hurting and I…I couldn’t
help but feel…relieved. Feel hope despite… And then you… you
told me she took you back.” Obi-Wan whispered out, shaking, arms
wrapped around the swollen curve of his stomach. “I couldn’t tell
you…so I left.” He gasped out.

The tears spilled down his cheeks, unbidden and unwelcome as months
of loneliness and longing spilled out in the jumble of words passing
his lips. “I actually started crying every time I thought I smelled
your so-” He yelped as he was dragged into Anakin’s lap, his
swollen belly getting in the way of the hug but it was the best hug
Obi-Wan had in a long time, Anakin’s arms tight around him as he
pressed the redhead’s shoulder into his shoulder.

“Oh Obi-Wan, its okay, shh, shh, I’m here.” Anakin whispered,
voice thick as he rocked him slowly and steadily and Obi-Wan broke
down into harsh sobs, digging his hands into the other mans tunic,
curling his fingers as tightly into the fabric as he could.

“I’m horrible. I know. But you were happy with her.” Obi-Wan
wheezed out between every cleansing sob. “And it hurt and I
couldn’t stay. I needed space I thought.” He pressed his nose
into the others neck, breathing deeply, taking in the scent.

His nose ached faintly with how hard he was doing it but Obi-Wan
didn’t care, not when Anakin had told him he loved him

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin squeezed him. “I need to know. Please tell
me…what do you feel for me Obi-Wan?” He whispered, his lips
hovering over the others ear.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I only wanted your
happiness.” The older man hiccuped.

Anakin felt as if he was walking on cloud nine, the heavy weight of
Obi-Wan pregnancy softened body in his lap as he pulled him even
tighter in somehow as he peppered Obi-Wan’s temple with soft
kisses.

“Oh Obi-Wan. My Obi-Wan, you silly…you should have told me.” He
whispered, wanting to be angry but being unable to.

How could he be angry when Obi-Wan loved him and…oh Force, he was
going to be a dad!

He pushed Obi-Wan a bit back to look at the others stomach, eyes wide
as he moved one hand to it while keeping the other arm around
Obi-Wan. “Its mine?”

Nodding with tear stained cheeks, Obi-Wan gave him a smile through
the slight hiccups. “Y-Yes. When… when you bedded me, we didn’t
use protection.” He swallowed. “And…I-well I thought I was too
old.” He shifted a bit on the others lap, feeling a faint ache in
his back from the position.

The knight caught on and shifted the other until he had a better
position in his lap with more support.

“So I’m the dad…this is mine.” Anakin looked up at him, eyes
full of warmth. “And so are you. Mine.”

Obi-Wan flustered but felt pleasure bloom in his stomach as he leaned
in, curving a bit over his stomach. “Yours.” He agreed quietly.
Quietly he was thrilled at the possessiveness in Anakin’s eyes and
the way his grip tightened on Obi-Wan.