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For the «twoalpha» verse how did they all react to finding out obi wan was actually pregnant? Was there panicking, cuddling, morning sickness beyond belief? Love everything you write by the way!!!

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“Its alright Obi-Wan, its alright.”
Anakin carefully rubbed the others back as Obi-Wan heaved into the
toilet, their omega jerking and shuddering as he threw up bile.
Anakin was almost grateful that the other had nothing in his stomach
to throw up except water until Obi-Wan hit the dry heaves that
sounded even worse and caused him to whimper.

“Padme! He’s dry heaving!” Anakin
whined as he continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s back.

“I know, I can hear him. Anakin keep
calm, he doesn’t need you upset with him.” Came the other alphas
controlled voice.

“Yes, of course, yes.” Anakin took
a deep breath and rubbed Obi-Wan’s back until the other wasn’t
throwing up, pulling his mate into his arms and rumbling at him when
Obi-Wan whined. “You’re okay, we got you. Padme is calling for a
medic and making some toast and tea, does that sound good?”

“Uhu.” The other nodded into him,
gagging a bit but no longer throwing up. “Sorry?” Obi-Wan
whispered against his collarbone.

“No, no, no, don’t be sorry, its
just…” Anakin wanted to say natural. But they couldn’t be sure,
not yet.

It might be a stomach bug.

Instead he pressed a glass into the
others hands and kissed his temple. “Drink, rinse your mouth. It
will do you a galaxy of good Obi-Wan.” He cooed quietly and watched
the other do just that.

“You must be tired of taking care of
me Anakin, I seem to end up sick ever so often.” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“What? No! Obi-Wan I love taking care
of you. The fact that you let me take care of you too is…I mean it
makes me feel good, to be able to look after you and make sure you’re
safe and getting what you need even if its just a glass of water and
tucking blankets around you.” Anakin rubbed the others hair back,
frowning at him. “You can’t really think I’d be tired of that?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not used
to having someone take care of me really.” Obi-Wan sighed before
letting Anakin take his glass and place it on the sink.

“I know, you’ve been taking care of
everyone else buts its someones turn to take care of you Obi-Wan.”
Anakin pulled the other up to his feet, wrapping his arms tight
around him. “And those someones get to be me and Padme because your
our mate.” He nosed into his neck carefully. “And I adore every
moment you let us take care of you.” He pulled back enough to smile
at him, stroking Obi-Wan’s furry cheek.

“Oh…” The other flustered a bit
then smiled. “…You might have to remind me about that again Ani.”

“Any time you need it Obi-Wan. Now
how about we move to the couch, we can build a nest there if you
want?” He asked tryingly.

“A ne-actually that sounds good.”
Obi-Wan squirmed at the pleased grin the blond started to sport.
“Hey, that doesn’t mean…”

“I know but its a good indication.”

“…I don’t know if that’s a good
thing Anakin, we’re in the middle of a war.” The older man sighed
even as he allowed himself to be manhandled out of the fresher and to
the couch, tucked up on it with plenty of blankets and one of his
mates.

“What is not good?”

“Obi-Wan thinks nesting is a good
idea.” Anakin nosed their omega, peering at Padme over the copper
strands.

“I see…oh Obi-Wan.” She smiled
and sat down on his other side, joining the cuddle. “I know you’re
worried but we can do this.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know much
about child rearing if I’m honest except how to change diapers and
feed them. We learned that on creche duty and then there were all the
people Qui-Gon helped” Obi-Wan curled up between them, sniffing
lightly as he smelled toast and tea from the kitchen. Honestly he
didn’t really feel hungry.

“No parent knows much when they have
kids, they learn by experience and there are instructional manuals we
can read Obi-Wan.” Padme assured, nosing into his neck and
squeezing his blanket covered thigh.

“We’ll know soon enough if all our
thoughts are premature anyhow.” Anakin piped up. “Padme requested
a medic to come here.”

“Yes, Sabe is fetching one that can
be trusted.” The Senator smiled at him. “But until she can
return…want to try eating?”

Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.

“Alright, how about we start with the
tea, its suppose to settle a stomach.” Padme tried instead.

“I think I can stomach some tea…and
perhaps if we tried the toast plain on my part.”

Anakin bounced to his feet to fetch the
toast and tea. “Of course Obi-Wan, wait here.”

Cupping her omegas cheek, Padme gave
him a soft smile. “We can do this Obi-Wan, but you’ll have to
trust us, alright?”

“If I’m pregnant, I am going to
need my mates.” Obi-Wan leaned into the hand, smiling when it
smoothed over his beard carefully. “So I guess I have no choice but
to trust you two… don’t let Anakin make the dinners, he thinks
bugs are acceptable as a meal.”

“Cross my heart, he’s not making
your dinners.” Padme laughed quietly. “…Or mine.”

“Hey, bugs are an ample source of
proteins I’ll have you both know.”

“Unless its an emergency, I’m
sticking with the mealbars Anakin.”

omg, omg, OMG! Palpatine wants to meet RuinResearcherObiWan…he want to meet a Force scientist… maybe in his Chancellor chambers/office… where he has A TON OF SITH ARTIFACTS. BWA!! Pleeeese let Anikin and QuiGon pay attention to the conversation! Maybe Palpatine gets a bit enthusiastic about his collection? Starts bragging a bit? Or has a bit of startled ‘wtf’ from ObiWan’s ‘It’s ALL the Force, yah twit’ attitude? Starts re-evaluating life choices?/ Joins the ‘ObiWan is HOT’ club?

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“You have me impressed Chancellor,
not many can claim a collection like this.” Obi-Wan examined the
statue with keen eyes. “A young Darth Gean if I’m not mistaken,
pre gaining her prosthetic from fighting her master.” He hummed.

“Ah yes, it was a gift from a friend
of mine.” Palpatine offered pleasantly to the Force ruins
researcher. “He indicated it was something of the sort and knew I
liked to collect items associated with the Force. A hobby of mine you
see.” He smiled.

Obi-Wan hummed again as he stared at
the Twi’lek. “Yes, well these kinds of items are rare to be able
to gotten a hold of you see, the Jedi order has a monopoly on them,
sales and distribution is illegal as they can never be sure if the
artifacts in questions are dangerous or not.” He gave a low snort
to show what he thought about that.

“Yes I have had several Jedi examine
my collection to ensure they weren’t dangerous. But please, you
must feel tender being on your feet all day.” The Chancellor
offered the omega his arm, gesturing towards his desk and the
cushiony chairs. “Please, take a seat and I’ll find us some tea.”
He looked towards the two Jedi by the door. “The offer extends to
you two also.” He smiled as Obi-Wan took the offered arm.

“No thank you Chancellor, I am quite
fine.” Qui-Gon bowed his head lightly in respect, hiding his
discomfort. He never liked the former Senator from Naboo and his
office was much to red and dark for his taste.

Anakin shook his head. “Oh you know
me Chancellor, I don’t like tea.” He watched as Obi-Wan was
settled into a chair.

“Very well. Doctor Kenobi?”
Palpatine moved to his table.

“Please, call me Obi-Wan Chancellor.
And yes please, I do adore tea.” The redhead smiled a bit.

“Only if you call me Sheev.” The
Chancellor chuckled quietly.

The two Jedi exchanged startled
glances, it seemed that outside of the Order, Obi-Wan was a very
tolerating person.

The omega accepted his cup and blew on
it as the two quieted down for a few moments.

And then they slowly restarted the
conversation about the various pieces of collection Palpatine had in
his office, Obi-Wan’s research and discoveries and at one point
they even talked about Obi-Wan’s pregnancy though that last part
had been with some obvious reluctance on the omegas part.

Talking about Sheev’s collection
however was something Obi-Wan was more then happy to do, telling him
about his own theories to the various pieces, his own view of the
Force and how light and dark were only shades.

“To pronounce on side evil is the
same as saying the night is evil.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I’ve
yet to see that being a viable argument but it holds true. Its the
actions behind it that should be held to judgment, if someone
slaughters people in anger, then it is evil. However if you build a
shield in passion to protect those that loves you, how can that be
considered anything but an act of compassion and love.” He shifted
forward and grasped one of the biscuits Sheev had found for them.
“And yet the Jedi Order would condemn both acts as acts of darkness
were they to witness them. Madness I say.” He huffed and took a
delicate bite.

Anakin and Qui-Gon were staring at each
other, if the council had heard this…

It was heretical as hell.

The Chancellor however looked
intrigued. “I must admit that your view surprises me.”

“Of course it does.” Obi-Wan
snorted. “Not many are willing to speak out against the Jedi order
but I refuse to feel frightened against an Order of men and women who
are just as liable as us to make mistakes. And its been stagnant for
years.” The omega suddenly sighed. “However my words and actions
will be seen as a bitter ex Initiate who never became a Jedi and
therefor trying to take it out on the Order.” The redhead’s nose
flared a bit. “Not to mention my secondary gender being used
against me in such an occasion for those who would like to discredit
me.”

“Have you experienced such a thing
often?” Sheev leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed.

And then they rose when Obi-Wan gave a
sharp and bitter laugh.

“Oh I have heard every insult under
the sun about my state as an omega.” Obi-Wan pressed his lips
together. “Some see me as little more then a breeder, some see me
as feathered brained and all my result must have been based on
research already come from an alphas mouth, the ones who see a
‘fragile’ omega in need of care and then there are those who…I
won’t repeat the latter. Breeder is the kindest thing I’ve been
called.” He huffed.

“I see, I thought these kinds of
prejudices would be…fainter.”

“Its unfortunate but they linger,
even in civilized societies.” Obi-Wan set down his empty cup.

Sheev sat his own down. “…You talk
a lot about the intention behind the move. I must confess I find
myself curious, it seems so…against what the Jedi Order believes.”

Green eyes zeroed in on the Chancellor,
as if invisible hackles had been raised. “Why should my passion be
my weakness, why should the intention behind the action not matter.
When a man saves  someone from death only to abuse them, is it still
morally right? And when a mother kills someone because their child
has been harmed and the justice system can do nothing, is she still
to receive the harshest penalty? We are not black and white
creatures. The Force should not be treated as such either.”

The two stared at each other across the
desk.

“You have a lot of passion do you not
Obi-Wan.”

Green eyes seemed to change color for
only a millisecond, as if the aurora borealis lived in them before
Obi-Wan shrugged and looked away to the window. “If I did not have
passion for life, I would be dead. And I am not dead and I will not
suffer silently.”

The pregnant omega got up, a hand
resting on the curve of his belly. “I may be many things Chancellor
but I know the truth of my opinions, dignity can be lost and it can
be found and I will never beg for scraps again.”

Sheev rested his chin on his knuckles,
watching him before slowly smiling and nodding. “Nor should you. I
foresee even greater things from you Obi-Wan.”

omg, omg, OMG! Palpatine wants to meet RuinResearcherObiWan…he want to meet a Force scientist… maybe in his Chancellor chambers/office… where he has A TON OF SITH ARTIFACTS. BWA!! Pleeeese let Anikin and QuiGon pay attention to the conversation! Maybe Palpatine gets a bit enthusiastic about his collection? Starts bragging a bit? Or has a bit of startled ‘wtf’ from ObiWan’s ‘It’s ALL the Force, yah twit’ attitude? Starts re-evaluating life choices?/ Joins the ‘ObiWan is HOT’ club?

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“You have me impressed Chancellor,
not many can claim a collection like this.” Obi-Wan examined the
statue with keen eyes. “A young Darth Gean if I’m not mistaken,
pre gaining her prosthetic from fighting her master.” He hummed.

“Ah yes, it was a gift from a friend
of mine.” Palpatine offered pleasantly to the Force ruins
researcher. “He indicated it was something of the sort and knew I
liked to collect items associated with the Force. A hobby of mine you
see.” He smiled.

Obi-Wan hummed again as he stared at
the Twi’lek. “Yes, well these kinds of items are rare to be able
to gotten a hold of you see, the Jedi order has a monopoly on them,
sales and distribution is illegal as they can never be sure if the
artifacts in questions are dangerous or not.” He gave a low snort
to show what he thought about that.

“Yes I have had several Jedi examine
my collection to ensure they weren’t dangerous. But please, you
must feel tender being on your feet all day.” The Chancellor
offered the omega his arm, gesturing towards his desk and the
cushiony chairs. “Please, take a seat and I’ll find us some tea.”
He looked towards the two Jedi by the door. “The offer extends to
you two also.” He smiled as Obi-Wan took the offered arm.

“No thank you Chancellor, I am quite
fine.” Qui-Gon bowed his head lightly in respect, hiding his
discomfort. He never liked the former Senator from Naboo and his
office was much to red and dark for his taste.

Anakin shook his head. “Oh you know
me Chancellor, I don’t like tea.” He watched as Obi-Wan was
settled into a chair.

“Very well. Doctor Kenobi?”
Palpatine moved to his table.

“Please, call me Obi-Wan Chancellor.
And yes please, I do adore tea.” The redhead smiled a bit.

“Only if you call me Sheev.” The
Chancellor chuckled quietly.

The two Jedi exchanged startled
glances, it seemed that outside of the Order, Obi-Wan was a very
tolerating person.

The omega accepted his cup and blew on
it as the two quieted down for a few moments.

And then they slowly restarted the
conversation about the various pieces of collection Palpatine had in
his office, Obi-Wan’s research and discoveries and at one point
they even talked about Obi-Wan’s pregnancy though that last part
had been with some obvious reluctance on the omegas part.

Talking about Sheev’s collection
however was something Obi-Wan was more then happy to do, telling him
about his own theories to the various pieces, his own view of the
Force and how light and dark were only shades.

“To pronounce on side evil is the
same as saying the night is evil.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I’ve
yet to see that being a viable argument but it holds true. Its the
actions behind it that should be held to judgment, if someone
slaughters people in anger, then it is evil. However if you build a
shield in passion to protect those that loves you, how can that be
considered anything but an act of compassion and love.” He shifted
forward and grasped one of the biscuits Sheev had found for them.
“And yet the Jedi Order would condemn both acts as acts of darkness
were they to witness them. Madness I say.” He huffed and took a
delicate bite.

Anakin and Qui-Gon were staring at each
other, if the council had heard this…

It was heretical as hell.

The Chancellor however looked
intrigued. “I must admit that your view surprises me.”

“Of course it does.” Obi-Wan
snorted. “Not many are willing to speak out against the Jedi order
but I refuse to feel frightened against an Order of men and women who
are just as liable as us to make mistakes. And its been stagnant for
years.” The omega suddenly sighed. “However my words and actions
will be seen as a bitter ex Initiate who never became a Jedi and
therefor trying to take it out on the Order.” The redhead’s nose
flared a bit. “Not to mention my secondary gender being used
against me in such an occasion for those who would like to discredit
me.”

“Have you experienced such a thing
often?” Sheev leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed.

And then they rose when Obi-Wan gave a
sharp and bitter laugh.

“Oh I have heard every insult under
the sun about my state as an omega.” Obi-Wan pressed his lips
together. “Some see me as little more then a breeder, some see me
as feathered brained and all my result must have been based on
research already come from an alphas mouth, the ones who see a
‘fragile’ omega in need of care and then there are those who…I
won’t repeat the latter. Breeder is the kindest thing I’ve been
called.” He huffed.

“I see, I thought these kinds of
prejudices would be…fainter.”

“Its unfortunate but they linger,
even in civilized societies.” Obi-Wan set down his empty cup.

Sheev sat his own down. “…You talk
a lot about the intention behind the move. I must confess I find
myself curious, it seems so…against what the Jedi Order believes.”

Green eyes zeroed in on the Chancellor,
as if invisible hackles had been raised. “Why should my passion be
my weakness, why should the intention behind the action not matter.
When a man saves  someone from death only to abuse them, is it still
morally right? And when a mother kills someone because their child
has been harmed and the justice system can do nothing, is she still
to receive the harshest penalty? We are not black and white
creatures. The Force should not be treated as such either.”

The two stared at each other across the
desk.

“You have a lot of passion do you not
Obi-Wan.”

Green eyes seemed to change color for
only a millisecond, as if the aurora borealis lived in them before
Obi-Wan shrugged and looked away to the window. “If I did not have
passion for life, I would be dead. And I am not dead and I will not
suffer silently.”

The pregnant omega got up, a hand
resting on the curve of his belly. “I may be many things Chancellor
but I know the truth of my opinions, dignity can be lost and it can
be found and I will never beg for scraps again.”

Sheev rested his chin on his knuckles,
watching him before slowly smiling and nodding. “Nor should you. I
foresee even greater things from you Obi-Wan.”

So in the two alphas/abo aniobidala verse, is Obi-Wan pregnant? And if he is, how does that effect both the war effort, and also Padme and Anakin? Does Palpatine try something? Who caused the suppressant sabotage and why? I love this verse so much, thank you for writing it!

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“While we can isolate the sabotage to
the CSI, we can’t isolate the signal to a particular culprit among
them. However this attack on our order and especially something as
sensitive as an omegas heat, suppression and scent blockers has
garnered the order a lot of sympathy.” Mace sighed, rubbing his
hand over his scalp steadily. “

“So some good has come from this
then.” Bail offered quietly in return, one of five Senator’s
there to hear the joint Order and the Judaical investigations result.

“In a manner, though I could honestly
have done without our order being attacked in such a way. There
are…consequences.”

“Consequences?” Zar Fang leaned
forward, a frown on his face.

“Several omegas has fallen pregnant
and will need to be removed of the active field, we are severely
limited because these are some of our best operatives being removed.”
Adi leaned forward too, face weary. “Some are of course demanding
to remain with their troopers but they will soon be showing evidence
of their pregnancy. We can’t…in good conscience allow them to
remain in active war zones.”

“Not to speak of their mates, alphas,
betas or none-human.” Mace picked up the thread, pinching the
bridge of his nose. “Most of them will be compelled to stay close
to their mates in this delicate state, especially the latter as cross
species pregnancy is difficult and fragile even without a war.” He
breathed out.”

“I can see this is difficult. Both
for the Order and the war effort.” Senator Riyo Churchi frowned at
them in sympathy.

Depa and Mace traded looks before
turning back to them. “We are at a loss for what to do. This
pointed attack on our Order has left us vulnerable, we were hoping
for a Senate support in this matter.”

“In what way?” Bail pressed his
hands together, frowning in worry. He was a well known Jedi
sympathizer and it would make sense he’d worry about the Order and
their omegas.

The two Jedi traded looks again before
Adi spoke up. “A truce, a temporary one, with the CSI. Anything
honestly, we can’t continue forward with this many being removed
from field. Pregnant omegas and their mates make up quite a section
of the order and we will not send lonesome padawans to take over for
the knights and masters. We will not send underage commanders.”

“Now listen here, we can’t just
negotiate a tru-”

Whatever else was going to be said was
shut up by Bail suddenly speaking up. “Is Master Kenobi pregnant?”
He questioned, looking between them as the word negotiation struck a
cord, one of their most profiled generals being pregnant would be a
disaster for the war effort.

“…That would be sensitive and
private information.” Mace settled on.

“Is the Negotiator himself pregnant?”
Senator Burtoni leaned on her cane while staring at Mace Windu with
narrowed eyes. “If so, that means that also the Hero with no fear
would be removed from the field.”

Adi and Mace traded looks before the
Korun breathed out and used his wrist comm. “Obi-Wan?”

“Mace, is there a problem?” Came
the smooth accent of the Negotiator through the comm.

“Some, a question had arisen in
subject to the pregnant omegas.” He let the words linger.

There was a short sigh on the other
side of the comm. “Is there a holo projector? Or do I need to come
to the meeting.”

“There is a holo projector.”

“Rig it and I’ll call.”

Mace grunted but got up to get it
ready, Obi-Wan’s blue shape appearing after a few moments. He gave
the room a small bow. “Senators.” He offered blandly, dressed in
his tunic and robes but no armor.

“Master Kenobi. The subject of the
omegas of the order being pregnant has brought your own state into
question. Considering who your mates are…” The words hung in the
air.

Obi-Wan sighed then he nodded. “Yes.
I am one of the pregnant omegas. I’m still cleared for active field
duty to my mates eternal discomfort but I’ve made them a deal that
until its visible, I can remain at the battlefield as long as I don’t
take to the frontlines.”

There were a flurry of muttered curses.

“This is not good.” Zar rubbed his
face.

“Or it is.” Obi-Wan countered to
everyone’s shock. He raised brows at them, face serene but a hard
glint in his eyes. “I will always be loyal to the order and the
Republic but this war has gone on to long and to far. Perhaps its
time to find a peaceful solution, a diplomatic one. It may not be the
best of reasons for it, an order full of pregnant people with
protective mates. But we are running out of time and options, and we
are all tired. Perhaps its time to negotiate.”

“Obi-Wan…” Mace growled.

“I am only speaking the truth Mace.
We have enough Jedi who are not pregnant or in protective moods to
negotiate and be guards. We do not have enough to go back to war, not
now.” The other argued.

“…It will be brought under
consideration.” Senator Churchi finally said. “We will of course
bring the Order’s concern to the Senate and the result of the
investigation.”

Obi-Wan bowed and ended the call.

()()()

In the privacy of Padme’s apartment,
he sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead, making a low noise as
strong arms wrapped around him and a smaller shape pressed against
his back. “Are you alright Obi-Wan?” Padme questioned softly.

“Not really.” He turned in his
mates arms and tucked his face into her neck, sliding his arms around
her in return. “This is all kinds of messed up if I’m honest.
Force, I never expected to be mated, much less pregnant and now I’m
both.” He sighed.

“You got us though.” Padme ran her
fingers through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp lightly.
“You know we’ll help you.”

“I know. I worry. I’m sorry.”
Obi-Wan pulled back enough to smile at her, his smile widening when
she returned it.

“Well, look at it this way, down time
could be used for those research projects of yours you never have
time to.” She took his hand and giggled when Obi-Wan pressed a kiss
to the back of it. “Or you can just continue to charm people. Now
come along, I promised Anakin we’d meet him for lunch.”

“Of course, of course, just let me
find my boots.”

So in the two alphas/abo aniobidala verse, is Obi-Wan pregnant? And if he is, how does that effect both the war effort, and also Padme and Anakin? Does Palpatine try something? Who caused the suppressant sabotage and why? I love this verse so much, thank you for writing it!

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“While we can isolate the sabotage to
the CSI, we can’t isolate the signal to a particular culprit among
them. However this attack on our order and especially something as
sensitive as an omegas heat, suppression and scent blockers has
garnered the order a lot of sympathy.” Mace sighed, rubbing his
hand over his scalp steadily. “

“So some good has come from this
then.” Bail offered quietly in return, one of five Senator’s
there to hear the joint Order and the Judaical investigations result.

“In a manner, though I could honestly
have done without our order being attacked in such a way. There
are…consequences.”

“Consequences?” Zar Fang leaned
forward, a frown on his face.

“Several omegas has fallen pregnant
and will need to be removed of the active field, we are severely
limited because these are some of our best operatives being removed.”
Adi leaned forward too, face weary. “Some are of course demanding
to remain with their troopers but they will soon be showing evidence
of their pregnancy. We can’t…in good conscience allow them to
remain in active war zones.”

“Not to speak of their mates, alphas,
betas or none-human.” Mace picked up the thread, pinching the
bridge of his nose. “Most of them will be compelled to stay close
to their mates in this delicate state, especially the latter as cross
species pregnancy is difficult and fragile even without a war.” He
breathed out.”

“I can see this is difficult. Both
for the Order and the war effort.” Senator Riyo Churchi frowned at
them in sympathy.

Depa and Mace traded looks before
turning back to them. “We are at a loss for what to do. This
pointed attack on our Order has left us vulnerable, we were hoping
for a Senate support in this matter.”

“In what way?” Bail pressed his
hands together, frowning in worry. He was a well known Jedi
sympathizer and it would make sense he’d worry about the Order and
their omegas.

The two Jedi traded looks again before
Adi spoke up. “A truce, a temporary one, with the CSI. Anything
honestly, we can’t continue forward with this many being removed
from field. Pregnant omegas and their mates make up quite a section
of the order and we will not send lonesome padawans to take over for
the knights and masters. We will not send underage commanders.”

“Now listen here, we can’t just
negotiate a tru-”

Whatever else was going to be said was
shut up by Bail suddenly speaking up. “Is Master Kenobi pregnant?”
He questioned, looking between them as the word negotiation struck a
cord, one of their most profiled generals being pregnant would be a
disaster for the war effort.

“…That would be sensitive and
private information.” Mace settled on.

“Is the Negotiator himself pregnant?”
Senator Burtoni leaned on her cane while staring at Mace Windu with
narrowed eyes. “If so, that means that also the Hero with no fear
would be removed from the field.”

Adi and Mace traded looks before the
Korun breathed out and used his wrist comm. “Obi-Wan?”

“Mace, is there a problem?” Came
the smooth accent of the Negotiator through the comm.

“Some, a question had arisen in
subject to the pregnant omegas.” He let the words linger.

There was a short sigh on the other
side of the comm. “Is there a holo projector? Or do I need to come
to the meeting.”

“There is a holo projector.”

“Rig it and I’ll call.”

Mace grunted but got up to get it
ready, Obi-Wan’s blue shape appearing after a few moments. He gave
the room a small bow. “Senators.” He offered blandly, dressed in
his tunic and robes but no armor.

“Master Kenobi. The subject of the
omegas of the order being pregnant has brought your own state into
question. Considering who your mates are…” The words hung in the
air.

Obi-Wan sighed then he nodded. “Yes.
I am one of the pregnant omegas. I’m still cleared for active field
duty to my mates eternal discomfort but I’ve made them a deal that
until its visible, I can remain at the battlefield as long as I don’t
take to the frontlines.”

There were a flurry of muttered curses.

“This is not good.” Zar rubbed his
face.

“Or it is.” Obi-Wan countered to
everyone’s shock. He raised brows at them, face serene but a hard
glint in his eyes. “I will always be loyal to the order and the
Republic but this war has gone on to long and to far. Perhaps its
time to find a peaceful solution, a diplomatic one. It may not be the
best of reasons for it, an order full of pregnant people with
protective mates. But we are running out of time and options, and we
are all tired. Perhaps its time to negotiate.”

“Obi-Wan…” Mace growled.

“I am only speaking the truth Mace.
We have enough Jedi who are not pregnant or in protective moods to
negotiate and be guards. We do not have enough to go back to war, not
now.” The other argued.

“…It will be brought under
consideration.” Senator Churchi finally said. “We will of course
bring the Order’s concern to the Senate and the result of the
investigation.”

Obi-Wan bowed and ended the call.

()()()

In the privacy of Padme’s apartment,
he sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead, making a low noise as
strong arms wrapped around him and a smaller shape pressed against
his back. “Are you alright Obi-Wan?” Padme questioned softly.

“Not really.” He turned in his
mates arms and tucked his face into her neck, sliding his arms around
her in return. “This is all kinds of messed up if I’m honest.
Force, I never expected to be mated, much less pregnant and now I’m
both.” He sighed.

“You got us though.” Padme ran her
fingers through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp lightly.
“You know we’ll help you.”

“I know. I worry. I’m sorry.”
Obi-Wan pulled back enough to smile at her, his smile widening when
she returned it.

“Well, look at it this way, down time
could be used for those research projects of yours you never have
time to.” She took his hand and giggled when Obi-Wan pressed a kiss
to the back of it. “Or you can just continue to charm people. Now
come along, I promised Anakin we’d meet him for lunch.”

“Of course, of course, just let me
find my boots.”

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“I’m sorry, did I hear right, Sith
ruins?”

Obi-Wan turned back to the lecture
hall, raising his eyebrows at Master Windu. “Yes, Sith ruins, I
don’t leave the stones unchecked and Sith’s are just as much a
part of the Force and Force traditions as Jedi are.” He turned back
to the board. “No-”

“That is heresy and blata-”

“If you value your place in here, you
will stop right there.” Obi-Wan turned back. “The Sith will
always belong to the Force, the dark side of the Force. They are part
of history and not to be forgotten and nothing you tell me will make
me sweep it under the carpet.” He growled.

The two stared at each other.

“I don’t understand the Jedi. There
is so much talk about the balance, about the Force, about the
darkness and the light. Yet no one questions why there is unclarity
in it here where the seat of power for Jedi are. By all accounts, it
should be the strongest here and YET its not.” Obi-Wan snorted.

“And your theory Master Kenobi?”
Mace growled.

“To much light and there can be no
shadow, the balance gets interrupted, corruption happens.” The
omega leaned on his desk, staring at the Master.

Another argument between the two might
have erupted hadn’t Depa intervened.

“You said are, not were.” She
tilted her head.

Obi-Wan looked at her, raising his
brow.

“The sith.” She clarified. “You
said are. As if they still exist.”

Obi-Wan gave a huff of a breath. “Of
course they exist. Of that I have no doubt. Darkness can hide.
Darkness can be patient. Just because you all can’t sense it
doesn’t mean I can’t.” He shifted until he could sit on the
desk, giving his stomach a little rub before looking at them. “There
is darkness out there that does not belong to native Force groups.
There are still Sith out there. Because you can’t fully destroy
something that leaves behind a legacy of holocrons and temples, ruins
as they may be. There will always be someone drawn to the dark and
therefor willing to give up parts of their souls to find knowledge.”

Plo hummed at that. “I can see your
point. But one would need a teache-”

“Holocrons master Plo.” Obi-Wan
injected, his voice far more polite with the Kel Dor. “Can be
teachers as long as you can open it. And the tools to open certain
Sith holocrons can be as easy as anger.”

He waited to see if they caught on.

Depa did first, her eyes widening.
“You’ve opened one.”

“Indeed. I had a fascinating
conversation with a long dead Sith lord who tried to convince me that
as an omega I was reduced to my breeding parts and therefor I should
seek vengeance.” Obi-Wan snorted. “Charming as it was, I saw
through it. But I learned much from it. Ignorance, complacency and
isolation is the path to destruction. I weld my knowledge as best I
know.”

He let them buzz around him in their
conversations as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a bag of
dried apple crisps he knew Yoda had put in there for him, feeling
peckish.

He pointedly ignored Windu’s
practically vibrating form.

Nibbling slowly, he relaxed before
jerking a bit and grimacing as a wave of nausea rose from his stomach
and he quickly put his apple chips away. He was awkwardly rubbing his
stomach when a hand landed on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”

He looked at Plo and grimaced a bit.
“Nausea.” He murmured quietly.

“Ah, would you like me to get you
some tea?”

Obi-Wan hesitated, glancing around the
room before sighing. “No, I’ll get it myself. I think today’s
lecture is enough seeing as everyone is to worked up about the Sith
ruins and the holocrons.”

The Jedi nodded and watched Obi-Wan end
the lecture, giving everyone a link to his research papers with a
hand on his swollen stomach.

He then offered his arm to him. “May
I escort you to your quarters? For my own comfort sake.” He smiled.

“I can’t reject that offer.”
Obi-Wan chuckled and took the arm, leaning a bit on it. It was
actually comforting, the older Kel Dor was comforting to be around,
it helped that he treated Obi-Wan as an actual person and listened to
him.

Benefits all around.

“How are your ankles?” Plo
questioned. “Did the mint lotion you were recommended help?”

“Somewhat yes. It made me sore to sit
and rub it but it helped my ankles at least.”

“Good to know.” The two walked
together. “You really think the Sith are out there?”

“I have no doubt. I was Initiate when
I got thrown out. There are failed padawans out there. All they’d
need to do is find a Sith ruin or holocron. Plenty of them are
unhappy enough to want revenge.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, showing
what he thought about that.

“Hmm, I see your point.”

“At least someone does.” He said
dryly, leaning more on Plo as his hips ached.

“Give Mace time. You are challenging
long held beliefs and he has always been a steadfast believe in the
light, justice and the Republic.”

“Considering he’s one of the
creators of the Vaapad, you’d think he’d have a more open view to
the dark, especially in the light of tracking it down.” Obi-Wan
snorted.

“Perhaps. He’s not used to being
challenged. Give him time.”

()()()()

“Really Knight Skywalker? This man
sounds fascinating, you wouldn’t be able to perhaps arrange a
meeting with this ruins researcher?”

Anakin blinked at the Chancellor and
glanced over to find Qui-Gon watching both of them with a raised
eyebrow. “Sir?”

“Oh just an old mans interest. He
sounds intriguing and his research…” The chancellor chuckled a
bit.

“Well I can talk to him about it at
least. I have to say that Master Kenobi is very much his own man and
goes and does what he likes for the most part.”

“Well then, extend my invitation to
him, bring him along for tea.”

“I will try.”

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“I’m sorry, did I hear right, Sith
ruins?”

Obi-Wan turned back to the lecture
hall, raising his eyebrows at Master Windu. “Yes, Sith ruins, I
don’t leave the stones unchecked and Sith’s are just as much a
part of the Force and Force traditions as Jedi are.” He turned back
to the board. “No-”

“That is heresy and blata-”

“If you value your place in here, you
will stop right there.” Obi-Wan turned back. “The Sith will
always belong to the Force, the dark side of the Force. They are part
of history and not to be forgotten and nothing you tell me will make
me sweep it under the carpet.” He growled.

The two stared at each other.

“I don’t understand the Jedi. There
is so much talk about the balance, about the Force, about the
darkness and the light. Yet no one questions why there is unclarity
in it here where the seat of power for Jedi are. By all accounts, it
should be the strongest here and YET its not.” Obi-Wan snorted.

“And your theory Master Kenobi?”
Mace growled.

“To much light and there can be no
shadow, the balance gets interrupted, corruption happens.” The
omega leaned on his desk, staring at the Master.

Another argument between the two might
have erupted hadn’t Depa intervened.

“You said are, not were.” She
tilted her head.

Obi-Wan looked at her, raising his
brow.

“The sith.” She clarified. “You
said are. As if they still exist.”

Obi-Wan gave a huff of a breath. “Of
course they exist. Of that I have no doubt. Darkness can hide.
Darkness can be patient. Just because you all can’t sense it
doesn’t mean I can’t.” He shifted until he could sit on the
desk, giving his stomach a little rub before looking at them. “There
is darkness out there that does not belong to native Force groups.
There are still Sith out there. Because you can’t fully destroy
something that leaves behind a legacy of holocrons and temples, ruins
as they may be. There will always be someone drawn to the dark and
therefor willing to give up parts of their souls to find knowledge.”

Plo hummed at that. “I can see your
point. But one would need a teache-”

“Holocrons master Plo.” Obi-Wan
injected, his voice far more polite with the Kel Dor. “Can be
teachers as long as you can open it. And the tools to open certain
Sith holocrons can be as easy as anger.”

He waited to see if they caught on.

Depa did first, her eyes widening.
“You’ve opened one.”

“Indeed. I had a fascinating
conversation with a long dead Sith lord who tried to convince me that
as an omega I was reduced to my breeding parts and therefor I should
seek vengeance.” Obi-Wan snorted. “Charming as it was, I saw
through it. But I learned much from it. Ignorance, complacency and
isolation is the path to destruction. I weld my knowledge as best I
know.”

He let them buzz around him in their
conversations as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a bag of
dried apple crisps he knew Yoda had put in there for him, feeling
peckish.

He pointedly ignored Windu’s
practically vibrating form.

Nibbling slowly, he relaxed before
jerking a bit and grimacing as a wave of nausea rose from his stomach
and he quickly put his apple chips away. He was awkwardly rubbing his
stomach when a hand landed on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”

He looked at Plo and grimaced a bit.
“Nausea.” He murmured quietly.

“Ah, would you like me to get you
some tea?”

Obi-Wan hesitated, glancing around the
room before sighing. “No, I’ll get it myself. I think today’s
lecture is enough seeing as everyone is to worked up about the Sith
ruins and the holocrons.”

The Jedi nodded and watched Obi-Wan end
the lecture, giving everyone a link to his research papers with a
hand on his swollen stomach.

He then offered his arm to him. “May
I escort you to your quarters? For my own comfort sake.” He smiled.

“I can’t reject that offer.”
Obi-Wan chuckled and took the arm, leaning a bit on it. It was
actually comforting, the older Kel Dor was comforting to be around,
it helped that he treated Obi-Wan as an actual person and listened to
him.

Benefits all around.

“How are your ankles?” Plo
questioned. “Did the mint lotion you were recommended help?”

“Somewhat yes. It made me sore to sit
and rub it but it helped my ankles at least.”

“Good to know.” The two walked
together. “You really think the Sith are out there?”

“I have no doubt. I was Initiate when
I got thrown out. There are failed padawans out there. All they’d
need to do is find a Sith ruin or holocron. Plenty of them are
unhappy enough to want revenge.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, showing
what he thought about that.

“Hmm, I see your point.”

“At least someone does.” He said
dryly, leaning more on Plo as his hips ached.

“Give Mace time. You are challenging
long held beliefs and he has always been a steadfast believe in the
light, justice and the Republic.”

“Considering he’s one of the
creators of the Vaapad, you’d think he’d have a more open view to
the dark, especially in the light of tracking it down.” Obi-Wan
snorted.

“Perhaps. He’s not used to being
challenged. Give him time.”

()()()()

“Really Knight Skywalker? This man
sounds fascinating, you wouldn’t be able to perhaps arrange a
meeting with this ruins researcher?”

Anakin blinked at the Chancellor and
glanced over to find Qui-Gon watching both of them with a raised
eyebrow. “Sir?”

“Oh just an old mans interest. He
sounds intriguing and his research…” The chancellor chuckled a
bit.

“Well I can talk to him about it at
least. I have to say that Master Kenobi is very much his own man and
goes and does what he likes for the most part.”

“Well then, extend my invitation to
him, bring him along for tea.”

“I will try.”

I really like ruins researcher Obi-Wan. Can he have taught himself useful Force applications? From trying things, reading books, and maybe what he’s come across during work? So he’s got a bunch of weird Force proficiencies, mostly gained from the field and geared towards helping him with his research? Ex., he’s pretty good at getting Force ruins to like/adopt him. His understanding of the Force is weird, from a fully trained Jedi’s standpoint, but also effective.

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Obi-Wan curled over on his back with an
arm over the curve of his stomach, feeling the child move a bit and
twitch underneath the stretched skin of his stomach as he slowly woke
up.

“…If I didn’t recognize you, I
would have thrown you in the wall.”

“Welcome to try you are. Capable to
it you are.” A old voice chuckled.

Obi-Wan cracked his eye open to look at
the corner of the room where Yoda was sitting on the dresser of the
room, smirking at him.

“Hello to you too old man.” He
smiled a bit and sat up, hand resting on his stomach to rub it
carefully to sooth his baby.

“Large you are but healthy, glad to
see it I am.”

That got a large snort out of the
redhead as he carefully shuffled out of bed while tugging his sleep
gown down over the curve of his stomach. “Just don’t start with
the whole radiant as a star thing.”

“A lightbulb more like you are.”

Obi-Wan gave a short laugh before
waddling over to the troll and hugging him as best he could. “I’ve
missed you. Strange as that sounds, you mean old troll.” He
chuckled, perhaps a bit wetly as Yoda allowed the hug.

“And missed you have been too.
Breakfast we should have now, nourishment good for growing and old
souls.”

“Gotta warn you, I still have morning
sickness so I get nauseous easily.” Obi-Wan helped the old man down
and pulled him along to the kitchen, humming.

“Eat in your sleep clothes you will?”

“Eat in my damn sleeping clothes and
underwear I will. I already hugged you in them, I don’t think
you’re going to care about my state of dress.”

“Pancakes I want.”

“Eh, we’ll see.”

()()()

“Sit your asses down and do kindly
keep your mouths shut.” Obi-Wan would have liked to march into the
room but well, his belly was in the way as he waved his hand towards
the board, pushing the chair away from the desk while a piece of
chalk floated to the air.

He stopped by the desk and leaned his
hip against the desk for support, smirking at the stunned faces in
front of him.

‘Yeah that’s right, flagrant and
obvious misuse of the Force.’ He thought almost viciously before
pulling himself in. “I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, expert on Force Ruins
across the galaxy. I won’t bother to bring a title into this since
Jedi don’t care for them.” Oh he could already see them squirm
and low his burned heart, it was making Obi-Wan’s eyes light up
with fire.

“Welcome to Force Ruins 101.”

()()()
“You didn’t tell me
he’d bite our heads off!” A knight hissed at Anakin and he looked
up in surprise as the other dropped down in the chair in front of
Anakin.

“What?”

“The Omega you and Master Jinn
brought back. You didn’t tell us he’d bite our heads off! He
threw eight alpha’s out of the class room.”

Anakin blinked then frowned slowly. Why
would Obi-Wa-oh…OH!

“You were there to gaggle at him
weren’t you?” He crossed his arms over his chest in disapproval,
ignoring the tingling under his palm as he remembered holding the
redhead close, hand on the swollen curve of his stomach. “He threw
you out because you weren’t there to have lessons on Force Ruins
but because you wanted to LOOK at him.” He accused.

The other flushed a bit and grumbled.
“So? There’s not that many available omegas around here, he
smells nice.”

“He’s pregnant.”

“So he’s fertile. And smells nice.”
The other huffed.

Anakin gave a low growl. “Then you
deserved to be thrown out.”

“He threw us out by the neck with the
Force like we were misbehaving pups!”

“You better hope master Yoda doesn’t
learn about it, he’s fond of Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re liable to be
assigned outer rim missions.” The blond shot back, the two alpha’s
sniping at each other.

“I can cook for myself Master Plo.”

“I know, I know, but I enjoyed our
conversation about the Anlpo located ruins, you really think it was a
fertility ritual?”

“I have no doubt about it though the
exact triggering for it is hard to lock down. I don’t work with
assistants anymore you see and I was reluctant to bring a Anlpo to
the site in case it triggered the ritual somehow.”

The Kel Dor and omega stepped into the
commissary and Anakin sat up, watching them.

Obi-Wan actually looked pretty content
to be talking to Master Koon, relaxed if anything.

“Understandable.” Koon nodded
slowly, rubbing his chin.

‘Perhaps that’s just it, he never
had any personal interaction with Plo Koon and he has found common
ground with someone willing to listen to him and not reduce him to
his pregnancy.’ Anakin watched Obi-Wan follow Plo to the masters
table, accepting a tray from the Kel Dor.

“Have you been to the Mandalorian
ruins?”

“Yes, duchess Satine was very
accommodating for me to examine them. I have an open invitation to
come back any time but to be honest the ruins there aren’t as
interesting as elsewhere. They are tempered in war and fight. That’s
not the only side of the Force after all.” Obi-Wan was carefully
filling his tray with things.

“Go back to Mandalore you should not,
comfy they are not.” Yoda whizzed past on his hoverchair.

“As you say old man. No ruins are
comfy though.”

“Bah to you says I.”

“Says you.” Obi-Wan smirked then
eyed a delicate little selection of gelatin treats. “Um…”

“Which one Master Kenobi?” Plo
smiled at him, brows curved up to indicate a warm and welcoming
smile.

“Blue one to the right with the least
amount of cream on it please.”

Plo reached over and fetched it,
Obi-Wan would have come to short with his stomach in the way, and
carefully placed it on the others tray.

“Thank you Master Plo.”

‘He’s wrapping two council members
around his fingers.’ Anakin stared as they moved to the table, Plo
pulling Obi-Wan’s chair for him and the other accepting it.

Or perhaps it had more to do with Plo’s
obvious respect for Obi-Wan as a person with opinions and knowledge
as he joined him only to continue the conversation.

I really like ruins researcher Obi-Wan. Can he have taught himself useful Force applications? From trying things, reading books, and maybe what he’s come across during work? So he’s got a bunch of weird Force proficiencies, mostly gained from the field and geared towards helping him with his research? Ex., he’s pretty good at getting Force ruins to like/adopt him. His understanding of the Force is weird, from a fully trained Jedi’s standpoint, but also effective.

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Obi-Wan curled over on his back with an
arm over the curve of his stomach, feeling the child move a bit and
twitch underneath the stretched skin of his stomach as he slowly woke
up.

“…If I didn’t recognize you, I
would have thrown you in the wall.”

“Welcome to try you are. Capable to
it you are.” A old voice chuckled.

Obi-Wan cracked his eye open to look at
the corner of the room where Yoda was sitting on the dresser of the
room, smirking at him.

“Hello to you too old man.” He
smiled a bit and sat up, hand resting on his stomach to rub it
carefully to sooth his baby.

“Large you are but healthy, glad to
see it I am.”

That got a large snort out of the
redhead as he carefully shuffled out of bed while tugging his sleep
gown down over the curve of his stomach. “Just don’t start with
the whole radiant as a star thing.”

“A lightbulb more like you are.”

Obi-Wan gave a short laugh before
waddling over to the troll and hugging him as best he could. “I’ve
missed you. Strange as that sounds, you mean old troll.” He
chuckled, perhaps a bit wetly as Yoda allowed the hug.

“And missed you have been too.
Breakfast we should have now, nourishment good for growing and old
souls.”

“Gotta warn you, I still have morning
sickness so I get nauseous easily.” Obi-Wan helped the old man down
and pulled him along to the kitchen, humming.

“Eat in your sleep clothes you will?”

“Eat in my damn sleeping clothes and
underwear I will. I already hugged you in them, I don’t think
you’re going to care about my state of dress.”

“Pancakes I want.”

“Eh, we’ll see.”

()()()

“Sit your asses down and do kindly
keep your mouths shut.” Obi-Wan would have liked to march into the
room but well, his belly was in the way as he waved his hand towards
the board, pushing the chair away from the desk while a piece of
chalk floated to the air.

He stopped by the desk and leaned his
hip against the desk for support, smirking at the stunned faces in
front of him.

‘Yeah that’s right, flagrant and
obvious misuse of the Force.’ He thought almost viciously before
pulling himself in. “I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, expert on Force Ruins
across the galaxy. I won’t bother to bring a title into this since
Jedi don’t care for them.” Oh he could already see them squirm
and low his burned heart, it was making Obi-Wan’s eyes light up
with fire.

“Welcome to Force Ruins 101.”

()()()
“You didn’t tell me
he’d bite our heads off!” A knight hissed at Anakin and he looked
up in surprise as the other dropped down in the chair in front of
Anakin.

“What?”

“The Omega you and Master Jinn
brought back. You didn’t tell us he’d bite our heads off! He
threw eight alpha’s out of the class room.”

Anakin blinked then frowned slowly. Why
would Obi-Wa-oh…OH!

“You were there to gaggle at him
weren’t you?” He crossed his arms over his chest in disapproval,
ignoring the tingling under his palm as he remembered holding the
redhead close, hand on the swollen curve of his stomach. “He threw
you out because you weren’t there to have lessons on Force Ruins
but because you wanted to LOOK at him.” He accused.

The other flushed a bit and grumbled.
“So? There’s not that many available omegas around here, he
smells nice.”

“He’s pregnant.”

“So he’s fertile. And smells nice.”
The other huffed.

Anakin gave a low growl. “Then you
deserved to be thrown out.”

“He threw us out by the neck with the
Force like we were misbehaving pups!”

“You better hope master Yoda doesn’t
learn about it, he’s fond of Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re liable to be
assigned outer rim missions.” The blond shot back, the two alpha’s
sniping at each other.

“I can cook for myself Master Plo.”

“I know, I know, but I enjoyed our
conversation about the Anlpo located ruins, you really think it was a
fertility ritual?”

“I have no doubt about it though the
exact triggering for it is hard to lock down. I don’t work with
assistants anymore you see and I was reluctant to bring a Anlpo to
the site in case it triggered the ritual somehow.”

The Kel Dor and omega stepped into the
commissary and Anakin sat up, watching them.

Obi-Wan actually looked pretty content
to be talking to Master Koon, relaxed if anything.

“Understandable.” Koon nodded
slowly, rubbing his chin.

‘Perhaps that’s just it, he never
had any personal interaction with Plo Koon and he has found common
ground with someone willing to listen to him and not reduce him to
his pregnancy.’ Anakin watched Obi-Wan follow Plo to the masters
table, accepting a tray from the Kel Dor.

“Have you been to the Mandalorian
ruins?”

“Yes, duchess Satine was very
accommodating for me to examine them. I have an open invitation to
come back any time but to be honest the ruins there aren’t as
interesting as elsewhere. They are tempered in war and fight. That’s
not the only side of the Force after all.” Obi-Wan was carefully
filling his tray with things.

“Go back to Mandalore you should not,
comfy they are not.” Yoda whizzed past on his hoverchair.

“As you say old man. No ruins are
comfy though.”

“Bah to you says I.”

“Says you.” Obi-Wan smirked then
eyed a delicate little selection of gelatin treats. “Um…”

“Which one Master Kenobi?” Plo
smiled at him, brows curved up to indicate a warm and welcoming
smile.

“Blue one to the right with the least
amount of cream on it please.”

Plo reached over and fetched it,
Obi-Wan would have come to short with his stomach in the way, and
carefully placed it on the others tray.

“Thank you Master Plo.”

‘He’s wrapping two council members
around his fingers.’ Anakin stared as they moved to the table, Plo
pulling Obi-Wan’s chair for him and the other accepting it.

Or perhaps it had more to do with Plo’s
obvious respect for Obi-Wan as a person with opinions and knowledge
as he joined him only to continue the conversation.

Oh dear god, carrier Obi-Wan isn’t carrying triplets is he?

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“Tired…”

“I know love, I know.” Qui-Gon
carefully rubbed Obi-Wan’s feet, the heated lotion doing wonders
for the sore and swollen limbs since they didn’t have time for
Obi-Wan to have a foot bath to ease the aches. “But once you come
back from the council meeting, you can curl up on the couch, watch
the viewscreen and I’ll heat up some of the food Cody came by
with.”

Obi-Wan groaned a bit then sighed and
nodded. “Yes, of course…but I got a healer appointment after the
meeting, you know that.”

“…You do?” Qui-Gon blinked at him
before grunting. “I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten.”

“Have you something planned?” The
council member teased before laughing when Qui-Gon teased the
underside of his feet. “That tickles!”

“Good, punishment.” Qui-Gon smirked
before pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s knee and cleaning away excess
lotion with a small towel. “I’ll see you after the meeting and go
with you to the appointment…if…that’s alright? That I come with
you?”

Obi-Wan reached out and cupped the long
haired master’s cheek, stroking the groomed beard hairs steadily.
“I’d love it if you came with me.” He murmured quietly, smiling
at the other man.

Qui-Gon broke into a relieved smile as
they were navigating the relationship with a little one on the way.

He dropped a large hand to Obi-Wan’s
stomach and caressed gently. “If you need me, call me, okay? No on
in the council is going to call you out on needing some support.”
He murmured while leaning into the hand.

“Oh fo-”

“You’re six months pregnant.
Believe me, that takes a lot out of someone even though your body
have adjusted to it. Don’t take this lightly Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
twisted his head enough to kiss the palm of his hand.

“Oh fine. If I need you, I promise to
call. But I think I can waddle myself to the council chambers and
back down here to meet you for the doctor appointment.”

Qui-Gon raised a skeptical eyebrow but
didn’t comment. Honestly he valued his eyebrows and Obi-Wan was
liable to shave them off him in a hormone fit if he doubted him.

It still ended up being Master Yoda of
all people who called him. “Hobbling and wobbling he is, looks like
an arctic animal he does. Come fetch him and support him you should.”
And with that he hung up.

Qui-Gon took a few moments to imagine
Obi-Wan as a fat penguin.

And promptly promised himself to never
tell Obi-Wan about either the fat or the penguin part.

He found Obi-Wan about three halls down
from the elevator and didn’t even make a mention of how little
distance the other had covered as he offered his arm to Obi-Wan,
knowing the other was to proud to lean on the wall which was the
reason he had not come further.

“Who called you? Was it Adi?”
Obi-Wan grumbled.

“Yoda actually. He called you an
arctic animal waddling.” Qui-Gon offered lightly, he had no issues
giving up the grandmaster.

“…I see. Remind me to lace his tea.
I’m thinking a rash would do him good.”

“That’s an act of crime against
tea.”

“He called me a fat penguin. He’s
going to pay.”

“Technically he called you a waddling
arctic animal. He didn’t specify.”

Obi-Wan snorted and leaned on his
lover, smiling a bit at the warm and supportive touch around him as
they moved to the Halls of Healing together for his appointment.

Twins. Obi-Wan was carrying two little
ones.

No wonder he was having trouble moving
around and was huge.

Qui-Gon couldn’t stop staring at the
holo image of the two little fetuses inside of the other, those two
were his. His and Obi-Wan’s.

He didn’t care if they weren’t
fathered from his loins.

He didn’t care as long as Obi-Wan
allowed him in their lives and let him care and love all three.

‘Two to three months left to go…’
Qui-Gon took a deep breath and took Obi-Wan’s hand, holding the
pale hand tightly in his as the two stared at the soft holo of their
little ones.