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In the littlestars universe he see Obi-Wan not resenting Anakin, but we don’t actually see him loving him, he seems to take care of him out of duty (because it’s expected of him) not out of love, is it because he’s a jedi and attachments are no no, or because the trauma was just so big he doesnt’ know what to feel? That boy needs a soul healer ASAP.

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“Remember, I’ll
have my comm link on and the bond will be open at all times, just
contact me the moment you need me.” Qui-Gon repeated for the eight
time, staring down at his padawan who was feeding Anakin.

“I know master,
but please don’t worry, I’m just going to do some homework and
take care of Anakin. And eat.” He promised the latter, watching his
master relax ever so slightly.

Reaching out,
Qui-Gon ruffled the others hair lightly. “Alright.”

“Go spar master.”
He smiled up at the man. “Enjoy some activity. I’m sure master
Tahl and master Micah missed you and while I had a good challenge out
of sparring with you, you didn’t with me.”

“You sell
yourself too short Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon squeezed his shoulder then
stepped back. “But fine, I’ll be back for dinner.” He gave his
padawan one last searching look then disappeared out the door.

The instant in
closed, Obi-Wan’s shoulders sank before he slumped off to the couch
and sat down, filling his time with his homework.

Force he wanted
this to not have happened.

He wanted things to
go back to normal and stop having his master and all the older
members of the order look at him like he was a second away from brea-

A soft little whine
caught his attention after about an hour and Obi-Wan sighed but got
up obediently and moved to the crib, picking up the little blond and
tucking him to his shoulder. “So, hungry or dirty?” He questioned
lightly while rocking Anakin.

But the moment he
was snuggled up, Anakin quieted down and cooed up at Obi-Wan.

“…Okay, company
then.” Obi-Wan shrugged and took the babe with him to the couch,
settling down with the baby on his lap, still trying to get some work
done even with the child physically there…in his arms…reaching
for him, tiny hand wrapping around one of Obi-Wan’s fingers.

Oh…

Obi-Wan blinked and
looked down at Anakin, eyes growing wide slowly as he felt the babe
reach out to him through the Force.

Anakin loved him.

Obi-Wan stared down
at the little creature on his lap, eyes widening slowly as the tiny
hand clenched on his finger.

This little soul
utterly, fully and completely adored Obi-Wan and had, with limited
understanding, sought him out in the Force.

Slowly and in
disbelief, Obi-Wan reached back, his homework pad forgotten as he
used his free hand to gently rub Anakin’s stomach. “…How can
you love me? You’re just…you’re so little. All I do is make
sure you’re clean and feed.” He whispered, shaking a bit.

Unconsciously he
continued to rub the little belly covered by fabric.

“How can you love
me when I don’t even love myself?” Obi-Wan shuddered then lifted
Anakin up, tucking the other to his shoulder and nuzzling at the soft
hair.

Quietly he started
to cry against the soft fabric of Anakin’s onsie, taking in the
gentle powdery smell of baby and the scent of milk that they feed him
and soon a well of tears were soaking into the baby’s clothes as
Obi-Wan couldn’t seem to stop it, holding Anakin tightly to him.

“How am I suppose
to give you up if you love me?” He choked out and Anakin gave a
soft cooing noise and nuzzled at his carrier before he whimpered in
response to Obi-Wan’s straining emotions. “Oh baby, oh no, its
okay.” Obi-Wan gasped out between his ears, promptly shielding
himself. “Its okay, its okay…I promise its okay.” He rocked the
other slowly by rocking his own body, trying to work around the sobs
that wanted to escape him in wild bursts.

How was he suppose
to give up Anakin to the creche when the little boy loved him with all he could?

()()()

Carefully lifting
the others legs up on the couch, Qui-Gon sighed quietly as he watched
his sleeping padawan. ‘What happened while I was gone?’ He
wondered as he took in the tear stains on the others face and Anakin
wrapped protectively against the others chest, Obi-Wan’s arms
possessively wrapped around the equally sleeping child.

“Qui?” Tahl
whispered.

“…I need to
make sure he goes to the mind healers.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly then
lifted a blanket off the back of the couch and settling it over the
two sleeping kids.

“That you do.”
She agreed with a soft, worried sigh.

I hope you are having a wonderful vacation! Oh my goodness the last dark omega was amazing but cliffhanger!! Not the poor Obi and baby!! But it leaves it open to my favorite kind of fic, protective fluffy family feels… please? A great rescue? Also bonus for family cuteness once the baby bump really starts to show up? You’re the best!! XOXO

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As far as being a prisoner goes…

This isn’t too bad.

Obi-Wan was confined to a room yes, but his bed was decent, he had
access to a fresher and water at any time he wanted. The food was
decent and his prenatal were even delivered with it. Force they’d
even given him a cup of ginger tea and had a healer look him over.

Force, Adi Gallia had even given him a pad full of novels for him to
read and have something to do.

As far as being a prisoner he was actually being treated decently.

Especially since he was Fallen.

“Kenobi.” Obi-Wan opened his eyes at the call of his name and
looked to the ray shield, thanking every lucky star that it was
golden in color and not red. He peered up at the Korun, quietly
observing Windu from the floor with his hands on his thighs.
“Skywalker’s been sighted on Coruscant.” The Korun growled out.

“You must have known he’d come for me.” Obi-Wan murmured
quietly. “I outright told you all he would.”

“He was sighted in the Senate district.” Mace added.

Obi-Wan swallowed at that. ‘Oh Anakin, you didn’t go to Sidious
did you?’ He looked away and down at his knees.

“…You’re worried.” Mace stroked his chin, watching the omega
closely. “…No not just worried, you’re scared.” He breathed
out.

“…Our master is not a kind soul. If Anakin is on Coruscant then I
fear that our master knows of my…condition. Something both me and
Anakin has endeavored to keep from him.” Obi-Wan gritted out, mind
racing with the implication that Anakin was on Coruscant in the
Senate district.

“Your master is on Coruscant?”

“Someone had to get him onto Coruscant.” Obi-Wan shrugged,
leaving the statement as vague as possible.

The Korun frowned at him. “You were a Jedi once…what could you
possibly get from the CSI?”

Obi-Wan snapped his head to the man, eyes wide before they sparkled
furiously with yellow. “The Order abandoned me for doing nothing
less then following the last request of my master, expected me to
come running back with my tail between my legs as if I’ve done
anything other then be a dutiful padawan.” He got up, moving to the
ray shield until he could look the other in the eyes. “What has the
Order done for me that would make me stay in the Republic?”

“You HAVE no allegiance.” Mace murmured in realization.

“…Only to my mate.” Obi-Wan shrugged, cupping a hand against
his stomach. “And my kit.” He went back to his position on the
floor, settling down. “…The Order burned the bridges I had to it.
I don’t trust my Sith Master further then I can throw him without
the Force. This is not a question of loyalty anymore at all, its a
question of survival for me and my mate.” He sighed.

()()()

Keeping the hood up, Anakin waited, eyes closed.

‘Please…please help me…I need your help…’ He thought as he
waited for someone to come open up the door he had knocked on moments
before.

He almost screamed in relief when Padme Amidala herself opened the
door to her apartment.

“Hell-Anakin.” She whispered in shock, quickly dragging him into
her apartment.

“Padme, you have to help me, please.” He begged, hands coming up
to her shoulders to hold onto, trying not to tremble.

“Anakin, you and Obi-Wan are on the CI-”

“The Jedi have Obi-Wan.” Anakin slid down on his knees in front
of her, staring up at him. “We’re only working for the CIS
because we don’t have any other choice. Please help me!” He
begged.

The the other alpha stared at him then waved her handmaidens away.
“Anakin…if the Jedi have him, I don’t know how I can help. You
two joined the CIS.”

“We didn’t have much choice. Not after the Sith Lord found us.”
The yellow bleed out of Anakin’s eyes, leaving only blue behind.
“The Order had made it clear that I wasn’t welcome and Obi-Wan
wouldn’t abandon me and then the Sith Lord found us…” He
swallowed. “…Padme please help me… please help us. Obi-Wan’s
pregnant.” He whispered.

“…What?”

“He’s pregnant. He’s three months along now. I can’t lose
them.”

“Oh Anakin…”

I hope you are having a wonderful vacation! Oh my goodness the last dark omega was amazing but cliffhanger!! Not the poor Obi and baby!! But it leaves it open to my favorite kind of fic, protective fluffy family feels… please? A great rescue? Also bonus for family cuteness once the baby bump really starts to show up? You’re the best!! XOXO

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As far as being a prisoner goes…

This isn’t too bad.

Obi-Wan was confined to a room yes, but his bed was decent, he had
access to a fresher and water at any time he wanted. The food was
decent and his prenatal were even delivered with it. Force they’d
even given him a cup of ginger tea and had a healer look him over.

Force, Adi Gallia had even given him a pad full of novels for him to
read and have something to do.

As far as being a prisoner he was actually being treated decently.

Especially since he was Fallen.

“Kenobi.” Obi-Wan opened his eyes at the call of his name and
looked to the ray shield, thanking every lucky star that it was
golden in color and not red. He peered up at the Korun, quietly
observing Windu from the floor with his hands on his thighs.
“Skywalker’s been sighted on Coruscant.” The Korun growled out.

“You must have known he’d come for me.” Obi-Wan murmured
quietly. “I outright told you all he would.”

“He was sighted in the Senate district.” Mace added.

Obi-Wan swallowed at that. ‘Oh Anakin, you didn’t go to Sidious
did you?’ He looked away and down at his knees.

“…You’re worried.” Mace stroked his chin, watching the omega
closely. “…No not just worried, you’re scared.” He breathed
out.

“…Our master is not a kind soul. If Anakin is on Coruscant then I
fear that our master knows of my…condition. Something both me and
Anakin has endeavored to keep from him.” Obi-Wan gritted out, mind
racing with the implication that Anakin was on Coruscant in the
Senate district.

“Your master is on Coruscant?”

“Someone had to get him onto Coruscant.” Obi-Wan shrugged,
leaving the statement as vague as possible.

The Korun frowned at him. “You were a Jedi once…what could you
possibly get from the CSI?”

Obi-Wan snapped his head to the man, eyes wide before they sparkled
furiously with yellow. “The Order abandoned me for doing nothing
less then following the last request of my master, expected me to
come running back with my tail between my legs as if I’ve done
anything other then be a dutiful padawan.” He got up, moving to the
ray shield until he could look the other in the eyes. “What has the
Order done for me that would make me stay in the Republic?”

“You HAVE no allegiance.” Mace murmured in realization.

“…Only to my mate.” Obi-Wan shrugged, cupping a hand against
his stomach. “And my kit.” He went back to his position on the
floor, settling down. “…The Order burned the bridges I had to it.
I don’t trust my Sith Master further then I can throw him without
the Force. This is not a question of loyalty anymore at all, its a
question of survival for me and my mate.” He sighed.

()()()

Keeping the hood up, Anakin waited, eyes closed.

‘Please…please help me…I need your help…’ He thought as he
waited for someone to come open up the door he had knocked on moments
before.

He almost screamed in relief when Padme Amidala herself opened the
door to her apartment.

“Hell-Anakin.” She whispered in shock, quickly dragging him into
her apartment.

“Padme, you have to help me, please.” He begged, hands coming up
to her shoulders to hold onto, trying not to tremble.

“Anakin, you and Obi-Wan are on the CI-”

“The Jedi have Obi-Wan.” Anakin slid down on his knees in front
of her, staring up at him. “We’re only working for the CIS
because we don’t have any other choice. Please help me!” He
begged.

The the other alpha stared at him then waved her handmaidens away.
“Anakin…if the Jedi have him, I don’t know how I can help. You
two joined the CIS.”

“We didn’t have much choice. Not after the Sith Lord found us.”
The yellow bleed out of Anakin’s eyes, leaving only blue behind.
“The Order had made it clear that I wasn’t welcome and Obi-Wan
wouldn’t abandon me and then the Sith Lord found us…” He
swallowed. “…Padme please help me… please help us. Obi-Wan’s
pregnant.” He whispered.

“…What?”

“He’s pregnant. He’s three months along now. I can’t lose
them.”

“Oh Anakin…”

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“You’re sure
you don’t mind?” Anakin knelt in front of the other, sitting
between the other Jedi’s spread legs while watching him closely. “I
don’t have to see, I could just touch over the cloth you know.”
He added for what felt like the tenth time since they’d entered the
quarters after Obi-Wan’s offer.

“I don’t mind
Anakin, and skin to skin touch would make the connection easier.”
Obi-Wan sighed before tugging his tank top up over the swollen curve
of his stomach, flushing just a bit as he remembered another time
when Anakin had been in a similar position between his le-no! No
thinking about that!

Eyeing the flush on
the top of the others cheeks first, Anakin turned his eyes downwards to the
swell, feeling a reluctant twitch on his lips. “You got stretch
marks.”

“Oh for Force
sake, if you’re going to tease m-”

“No no no, its
good, its good, its normal.” Anakin waved his hands before reaching
in gently and placing his hands on Obi-Wan’s stomach, stroking it
gently now that he had both the chance and permission. “So just
reach out to it with the Force?”

“Yes, but gently
please Anakin. Just…imagine them as if you’re gently tapping a
door.” Obi-Wan shifted a bit, getting a bit nervous.

“Like tapping a
door.” The blond added then reached out towards Obi-Wan’s
stomach, going past the brilliant being that was Obi-Wan and
then….oh…

He stared at his
hands.

“…What?”
Obi-Wan murmured, feeling his nerves ramp up even more

“Its…” Anakin
let out an awed little laugh. “Its like a brilliant little star. It
already has a brilliant Force presence.”

‘Its yours,
that’s why.’ Obi-Wan wanted to say but didn’t, smiling meekly
at the other. And then he let out a puff of air when the baby kicked
lightly at Anakin’s hand, able to watch as the knights eyes went
wide at the sensation.

“…See? Like a
light knock and the little butterfly responds.” He whispered.

Anakin didn’t
respond, staring at his own hand on Obi-Wan’s stomach before
reaching out again with the Force to get that little kick again.

Then he glanced up
at Obi-Wan through his curly bangs. “Butterfly?”

Obi-Wan colored
sharply. “I…I don’t want to know the gender but calling them
for…it seemed… wrong. So…yes my butterfly. Certainly flutters
enough inside me to be one.” The redhead laughed sheepishly.

“…That’s
cute.” Anakin responded gently, thumb gently stroking the stretched
skin.

“Yeah,
well…have you spoken to Padme lately?” Obi-Wan scrambled
desperately for a subject change even if it was Padme.

…Obi-Wan wasn’t
jealous!

He just…needed a
subject change.

Anakin grimaced
then sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we talked. She’s sending a few
things she found in the apartment to the temple that’s mine. She
was…she looked good.” He sat back on his heel, hand still on the
others belly. “Still not sure what to feel about the divorce.”
Anakin muttered.

“…Perhaps
you’re not suppose to know what to feel Anakin. That’s normal,
being conflicted. Do you…regret it?” Obi-Wan didn’t want to
ask, but needed to ask at the same time.

Mulling over the
words, Anakin sighed. “…No. We weren’t really arguing but
that’s because we never had time to it. Me being a Jedi and her
being a Senator. It was…I guess we were in love and still are but…”
He hesitated. “…My mind healer says that while love is a
wonderful emotions… sometimes its not enough to keep people
together.”

“That is a very
mature thing to say Anakin. If you believe it.” Obi-Wan pointed out
gently.

“I do. I love her
still but… the mind healer was right.” The blond sighed, petting
the curve gently, almost unconsciously. “Sometimes loves not
enough.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Obi-Wan made a
small noise then reached out, petting the curls of the others hair
gently and running his fingers through them. “For what its worth
Anakin, you will always have me?” He smiled, his heart thundering
when the other looked up and smiled warmly at his former master.

“You know, that’s
a better comfort then you think Obi-Wan.” He shifted, pushing
himself up and wrapped the other in a tight hug, feeling the large
curve of the others belly pushing against him.

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“You’re sure
you don’t mind?” Anakin knelt in front of the other, sitting
between the other Jedi’s spread legs while watching him closely. “I
don’t have to see, I could just touch over the cloth you know.”
He added for what felt like the tenth time since they’d entered the
quarters after Obi-Wan’s offer.

“I don’t mind
Anakin, and skin to skin touch would make the connection easier.”
Obi-Wan sighed before tugging his tank top up over the swollen curve
of his stomach, flushing just a bit as he remembered another time
when Anakin had been in a similar position between his le-no! No
thinking about that!

Eyeing the flush on
the top of the others cheeks first, Anakin turned his eyes downwards to the
swell, feeling a reluctant twitch on his lips. “You got stretch
marks.”

“Oh for Force
sake, if you’re going to tease m-”

“No no no, its
good, its good, its normal.” Anakin waved his hands before reaching
in gently and placing his hands on Obi-Wan’s stomach, stroking it
gently now that he had both the chance and permission. “So just
reach out to it with the Force?”

“Yes, but gently
please Anakin. Just…imagine them as if you’re gently tapping a
door.” Obi-Wan shifted a bit, getting a bit nervous.

“Like tapping a
door.” The blond added then reached out towards Obi-Wan’s
stomach, going past the brilliant being that was Obi-Wan and
then….oh…

He stared at his
hands.

“…What?”
Obi-Wan murmured, feeling his nerves ramp up even more

“Its…” Anakin
let out an awed little laugh. “Its like a brilliant little star. It
already has a brilliant Force presence.”

‘Its yours,
that’s why.’ Obi-Wan wanted to say but didn’t, smiling meekly
at the other. And then he let out a puff of air when the baby kicked
lightly at Anakin’s hand, able to watch as the knights eyes went
wide at the sensation.

“…See? Like a
light knock and the little butterfly responds.” He whispered.

Anakin didn’t
respond, staring at his own hand on Obi-Wan’s stomach before
reaching out again with the Force to get that little kick again.

Then he glanced up
at Obi-Wan through his curly bangs. “Butterfly?”

Obi-Wan colored
sharply. “I…I don’t want to know the gender but calling them
for…it seemed… wrong. So…yes my butterfly. Certainly flutters
enough inside me to be one.” The redhead laughed sheepishly.

“…That’s
cute.” Anakin responded gently, thumb gently stroking the stretched
skin.

“Yeah,
well…have you spoken to Padme lately?” Obi-Wan scrambled
desperately for a subject change even if it was Padme.

…Obi-Wan wasn’t
jealous!

He just…needed a
subject change.

Anakin grimaced
then sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we talked. She’s sending a few
things she found in the apartment to the temple that’s mine. She
was…she looked good.” He sat back on his heel, hand still on the
others belly. “Still not sure what to feel about the divorce.”
Anakin muttered.

“…Perhaps
you’re not suppose to know what to feel Anakin. That’s normal,
being conflicted. Do you…regret it?” Obi-Wan didn’t want to
ask, but needed to ask at the same time.

Mulling over the
words, Anakin sighed. “…No. We weren’t really arguing but
that’s because we never had time to it. Me being a Jedi and her
being a Senator. It was…I guess we were in love and still are but…”
He hesitated. “…My mind healer says that while love is a
wonderful emotions… sometimes its not enough to keep people
together.”

“That is a very
mature thing to say Anakin. If you believe it.” Obi-Wan pointed out
gently.

“I do. I love her
still but… the mind healer was right.” The blond sighed, petting
the curve gently, almost unconsciously. “Sometimes loves not
enough.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Obi-Wan made a
small noise then reached out, petting the curls of the others hair
gently and running his fingers through them. “For what its worth
Anakin, you will always have me?” He smiled, his heart thundering
when the other looked up and smiled warmly at his former master.

“You know, that’s
a better comfort then you think Obi-Wan.” He shifted, pushing
himself up and wrapped the other in a tight hug, feeling the large
curve of the others belly pushing against him.

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“Where
would you go?”

Obi-Wan looked up and raised a brow at the blond who shifted on his
feet. “I’m sorry?”

Slowly moving into the guest quarters, Anakin made his way to the
couch with his eyes on Obi-Wan. “You said you might leave, where
would you go?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Perhaps Naboo. Perhaps Alderaan.” The
omega kept a close eye on the other and then sighed. “Honestly
Skywalker, I’m not leaving forever. I’m just starting to feel a
bit…cooped here.”

“Cooped?”

Patting the couch to get the other to sit down, Obi-Wan mulled over
how to explain it to the attached alpha. “While some are starting
to understand that I am more then an incubator for a spare ‘chosen
one’, I still feel that I am being watched too much. Its tiring. I
am also coming towards the end of my lecturing. And to the birth of
my child. I don’t want to give birth in the temple.” He gave a
frustrated breath.

“I
guess I can understand if you put it like that.” Anakin rubbed the
back of his neck. “I had hoped…” He cut himself off.

“…I know you approve of me Skywalker, but am I really such a
datable prospect?” Obi-Wan sighed at him. “I am pregnant.”

“And I’m sure your baby will be lovely.” The knight smiled at
him. “I like you for who you are and you… you’re very smart and
I find that…well intimidating but also lovely.” Anakin confessed.

“Intimidating…well that’s something.” Obi-Wan snorted before
tilting his head as he watched the other.

“I’m
not a bad alpha. I promise. I wouldn’t…I like you just as you
are.” Anakin reached out, brushing his fingertips over the top of
the others hand, tracing the knuckles lightly. “Just as sassy and
mouthy and terrifying and
awe inspiring…” He whispered then glanced up, staring at the
other in surprise. “…You’re blushing.”

“…I didn’t expect you to say that.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat and looked away. “You’re a Jedi though, that would be a
terribl-”

“We’re not forbidden from having mates.” Anakin offered, a bit
desperate. “They can’t really… I mean its part of our biology.
And Yoda likes you, he likes you a lot more then me.” He grinned
before sighing. “I just…I don’t…want you to leave. Not when
I’m just figuring out how much I like you. And its safer here.”
He swallowed. “What if you’re mid transit when the baby comes?”

Obi-Wan looked away, frowning a bit.

“I
won’t stop you if you do but…please consider it properly?”
Anakin softly begged, still
tracing the back of the others hand with his fingertips, wishing he
could grab the others hand and lace their fingers together.

“I’m making no promise but…I’ll think about it at least.”
Obi-Wan finally and honestly, that was more then Anakin had expected.

The two sat in silence for a while.

“…I like this honest side of you.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and
Anakin beamed. “Its better then when you try to misdirect since
you’re rather bad at it.” He teased.

“I prefer bluntness and honesty so I never got really good at all
the diplomatic crap though I can do it I just prefer not to.”
Anakin confessed sheepishly.

“You’re a bad Jedi then.” Obi-Wan teased gently, reaching up
and tapping the blond gently on the nose. “But I think I like you.”
He seemed softer, more welcoming then before.

Anakin felt his heart pound at that and on a limb, carefully did what
he had wanted and laced their hands together, holding onto Obi-Wan’s
hand. “Yeah?” He whispered, tone hopeful.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan chuckled softly, smiling at him.

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“Where
would you go?”

Obi-Wan looked up and raised a brow at the blond who shifted on his
feet. “I’m sorry?”

Slowly moving into the guest quarters, Anakin made his way to the
couch with his eyes on Obi-Wan. “You said you might leave, where
would you go?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Perhaps Naboo. Perhaps Alderaan.” The
omega kept a close eye on the other and then sighed. “Honestly
Skywalker, I’m not leaving forever. I’m just starting to feel a
bit…cooped here.”

“Cooped?”

Patting the couch to get the other to sit down, Obi-Wan mulled over
how to explain it to the attached alpha. “While some are starting
to understand that I am more then an incubator for a spare ‘chosen
one’, I still feel that I am being watched too much. Its tiring. I
am also coming towards the end of my lecturing. And to the birth of
my child. I don’t want to give birth in the temple.” He gave a
frustrated breath.

“I
guess I can understand if you put it like that.” Anakin rubbed the
back of his neck. “I had hoped…” He cut himself off.

“…I know you approve of me Skywalker, but am I really such a
datable prospect?” Obi-Wan sighed at him. “I am pregnant.”

“And I’m sure your baby will be lovely.” The knight smiled at
him. “I like you for who you are and you… you’re very smart and
I find that…well intimidating but also lovely.” Anakin confessed.

“Intimidating…well that’s something.” Obi-Wan snorted before
tilting his head as he watched the other.

“I’m
not a bad alpha. I promise. I wouldn’t…I like you just as you
are.” Anakin reached out, brushing his fingertips over the top of
the others hand, tracing the knuckles lightly. “Just as sassy and
mouthy and terrifying and
awe inspiring…” He whispered then glanced up, staring at the
other in surprise. “…You’re blushing.”

“…I didn’t expect you to say that.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat and looked away. “You’re a Jedi though, that would be a
terribl-”

“We’re not forbidden from having mates.” Anakin offered, a bit
desperate. “They can’t really… I mean its part of our biology.
And Yoda likes you, he likes you a lot more then me.” He grinned
before sighing. “I just…I don’t…want you to leave. Not when
I’m just figuring out how much I like you. And its safer here.”
He swallowed. “What if you’re mid transit when the baby comes?”

Obi-Wan looked away, frowning a bit.

“I
won’t stop you if you do but…please consider it properly?”
Anakin softly begged, still
tracing the back of the others hand with his fingertips, wishing he
could grab the others hand and lace their fingers together.

“I’m making no promise but…I’ll think about it at least.”
Obi-Wan finally and honestly, that was more then Anakin had expected.

The two sat in silence for a while.

“…I like this honest side of you.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and
Anakin beamed. “Its better then when you try to misdirect since
you’re rather bad at it.” He teased.

“I prefer bluntness and honesty so I never got really good at all
the diplomatic crap though I can do it I just prefer not to.”
Anakin confessed sheepishly.

“You’re a bad Jedi then.” Obi-Wan teased gently, reaching up
and tapping the blond gently on the nose. “But I think I like you.”
He seemed softer, more welcoming then before.

Anakin felt his heart pound at that and on a limb, carefully did what
he had wanted and laced their hands together, holding onto Obi-Wan’s
hand. “Yeah?” He whispered, tone hopeful.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan chuckled softly, smiling at him.

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The
teen didn’t even seem to notice Tahl and Micah on the couch when he
stepped into their quarters, he just dropped his bag on the floor by
the door and marched to his Master, pressing against the others
chest.

“Oh
Obi-Wan. It was too much wasn’t it?” Qui-Gon whispered quietly,
wrapping his arms around the trembling slender shape pressing against
him, petting the others hair and neck gently. “Its alright, its
alright you’re in our quarters Obi-Wan.” He murmured, soothing
gently.

Obi-Wan made a low
hiccuping noise and wrapped his arms around the other in return,
trembling harder while Qui-Gon looked at the two other Jedi over his
head, nodding towards the door in a begging motion.

Micah nodded and
got up, taking Tahl by the hand.

All of them knew
Obi-Wan would be mortified if he knew others had been in the quarters
during his emotional display.

Still rubbing the
others hair and holding him, Qui-Gon let out a relieved breath when
they disappered out without Obi-Wan noticing, shifting the boy back a
bit to look at his face. While not crying, Obi-Wan’s eyes looked
shiny and moist as he stared back up. “Lets sit on the couch
Obi-Wan, we can speak about this there.” He offered gently.

Not saying a word,
Obi-Wan gave a slight nod and let himself be guided to the couch,
making his master settle down first before following, curling against
the bigger mans chest.

Qui-Gon stroked the
short spikes of the others hair slowly. “…It was way to much to
be in class, wasn’t it?” He murmured.

Obi-Wan nodded into
his chest. “…Everyone kept asking me how, why, where…I even had
a flashback and…and…” He shuddered hard and Qui-Gon inwardly
cursed.

“No more class
for a few days Obi-Wan.” He murmured, still stroking the others
hair slowly. “You still need time to recover. I know you want
things to go back to normal but you need more time before you can
handle the rest of the temple.” He settled on.

For a while Obi-Wan
did nothing except breath, his hands curled into the others tunic.

Qui-Gon allowed
that, he could feel the conflicted buzz that was Obi-Wan’s mind but
he didn’t invade the others privacy by examining the thoughts
through their bond.

“…I just wanted
to try and have a normal day.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“I know imp.”
The master whispered. “I know. But…that’s going to take some
time I’m sorry to say.”

That made the teen
fully slump against him and Qui-Gon sighed softly, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry for
being such a bur-”

“Don’t
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured. “We know who’s at fault, and she’s
unfortunately not here to reap those consequences. You are not a
burden, you have never been a burden and I am just so glad that
you’re still trusting me to care for you.” He hugged the other to
him.

Sniffling a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “…Did Anakin behave?”

“He mostly tried
to roll around.” Qui-Gon chuckled. “He was no trouble padawan of
mine. I promise.” He assured.

“Oh…can I stay
in our quarters tomorrow?” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Yes imp, you
can. I’ll have your teachers give me your homework and we can look
over it together.”

A soft nod and then
Obi-Wan settled again.

Qui-Gon should be
making the boy eat, he should be guiding him to do some
meditation…but what Obi-Wan really needed at this time was some
physical comfort.

So that’s what he
did.

‘Poor little
imp.’ He hugged the other carefully to him. ‘I’ll look after
you.’

In the background,
Anakin cooed softly and grabbed his foot, unaware and content in his
crib.

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The
teen didn’t even seem to notice Tahl and Micah on the couch when he
stepped into their quarters, he just dropped his bag on the floor by
the door and marched to his Master, pressing against the others
chest.

“Oh
Obi-Wan. It was too much wasn’t it?” Qui-Gon whispered quietly,
wrapping his arms around the trembling slender shape pressing against
him, petting the others hair and neck gently. “Its alright, its
alright you’re in our quarters Obi-Wan.” He murmured, soothing
gently.

Obi-Wan made a low
hiccuping noise and wrapped his arms around the other in return,
trembling harder while Qui-Gon looked at the two other Jedi over his
head, nodding towards the door in a begging motion.

Micah nodded and
got up, taking Tahl by the hand.

All of them knew
Obi-Wan would be mortified if he knew others had been in the quarters
during his emotional display.

Still rubbing the
others hair and holding him, Qui-Gon let out a relieved breath when
they disappered out without Obi-Wan noticing, shifting the boy back a
bit to look at his face. While not crying, Obi-Wan’s eyes looked
shiny and moist as he stared back up. “Lets sit on the couch
Obi-Wan, we can speak about this there.” He offered gently.

Not saying a word,
Obi-Wan gave a slight nod and let himself be guided to the couch,
making his master settle down first before following, curling against
the bigger mans chest.

Qui-Gon stroked the
short spikes of the others hair slowly. “…It was way to much to
be in class, wasn’t it?” He murmured.

Obi-Wan nodded into
his chest. “…Everyone kept asking me how, why, where…I even had
a flashback and…and…” He shuddered hard and Qui-Gon inwardly
cursed.

“No more class
for a few days Obi-Wan.” He murmured, still stroking the others
hair slowly. “You still need time to recover. I know you want
things to go back to normal but you need more time before you can
handle the rest of the temple.” He settled on.

For a while Obi-Wan
did nothing except breath, his hands curled into the others tunic.

Qui-Gon allowed
that, he could feel the conflicted buzz that was Obi-Wan’s mind but
he didn’t invade the others privacy by examining the thoughts
through their bond.

“…I just wanted
to try and have a normal day.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“I know imp.”
The master whispered. “I know. But…that’s going to take some
time I’m sorry to say.”

That made the teen
fully slump against him and Qui-Gon sighed softly, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry for
being such a bur-”

“Don’t
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured. “We know who’s at fault, and she’s
unfortunately not here to reap those consequences. You are not a
burden, you have never been a burden and I am just so glad that
you’re still trusting me to care for you.” He hugged the other to
him.

Sniffling a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “…Did Anakin behave?”

“He mostly tried
to roll around.” Qui-Gon chuckled. “He was no trouble padawan of
mine. I promise.” He assured.

“Oh…can I stay
in our quarters tomorrow?” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Yes imp, you
can. I’ll have your teachers give me your homework and we can look
over it together.”

A soft nod and then
Obi-Wan settled again.

Qui-Gon should be
making the boy eat, he should be guiding him to do some
meditation…but what Obi-Wan really needed at this time was some
physical comfort.

So that’s what he
did.

‘Poor little
imp.’ He hugged the other carefully to him. ‘I’ll look after
you.’

In the background,
Anakin cooed softly and grabbed his foot, unaware and content in his
crib.