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Hi Moddy, In Hoarder will we find out how Obi handles a blaster? … and that wasn’t meant to sound like it did, but if your mind is as dirty as mine seems to be … I’m sure Codu wouldn’t mind :D

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Huffing
slightly as he lowered his blaster, Obi-Wan smiled to himself before
laughing when he got stunned applause from the rest of the peanut
gallery. “Why thank you all.” He teased saucily as he turned a
bit, grinning at men.

“Damn
General, I had no idea you could handle a blaster that well,” Boil
leaned on the table of the blaster lane. “When you came down to the
blaster range I was curious if you were just here to watch, but stang
General.” He grinned happily, rubbing at his own swollen stomach.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan put his blaster away in the inside tunic pocket he
had sewn specially for it in case someone took away his robe. “I
may find blasters uncivilized because it makes it too easy for people
to kill and threaten and hurt, but I do still know my way around them
for an emergency situation… and to be fair,” He gestured to his
swollen belly, which he grumpily noticed was bigger than Boil despite
the other being a month further along than him at six months. “I’m
not in a condition to wield a lightsaber properly at the moment and
duel.” Obi-Wan said wryly.

“And
I would prefer it if you didn’t cyare.” Cody said as he entered
with Qui-Gon following on his heel, the old Jedi’s eyes sparkling
with worry before relaxing when he noted that Obi-Wan was fine.

Obi-Wan
would have to thank Helix honestly, the medic had taken both Qui-Gon
and Anakin aside and explained to them that their overly fussy ways
of protecting the pregnant Jedi was causing more stress than lowering
it.

And
that was the last thing either he or Boil needed, though the troopers
were doing better in regards to that.

Pouting
a bit, Obi-Wan waddled over to Cody. “Oh come on, you know that I
wouldn’t. The healers have already warned me how much stress that
would put on my body. Only slow shii-cho katas for me.” He wrapped
his arms around the others neck, leaning into Cody’s armored body.

Cody
returned the affection, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face
before rubbing their noses together with a small smile. “And thank
little gods blood for that, because you cause me stress enough as
is.” He murmured quietly and then stole a chaste kiss.

Snorting
softly, Obi-Wan looked to Qui-Gon, raising his brow at the man’s
amused and pleased look.

Shrugging
faintly, Qui-Gon settled his thumbs into his belt. “Just pleased to
see you so happy, it’s been a long time and you’ve always been so
serious my padawan.” He rumbled out, chuckling when Obi-Wan flushed
and hid in Cody’s neck despite his stomach getting in the way of
getting as close as he wanted to the man. “Aaaanyhow,” He decided
not to tease and changed the subject instead. “We’ll be reaching
Alderaan in about six or seven hours, Queen Breha has been in contact
already and she is is looking forward to our arrival and has lodgings
already prepared for us all.” Qui-Gon informed Obi-Wan.

It
was something they had all come to know was very important with
Obi-Wan, to make him not feel left out of the war effort and as a
burden, Obi-Wan was kept informed of everything going on to help
prepare battle plans if possible.

Or
just to keep him informed honestly.

It
made him relax and that was something both healers and medics agreed
was very
good.

“Well,
six hours…” Obi-Wan lifted his face from Cody’s neck to rub his
chin. “Maybe I can go take a nap then before we reach our
destination…” He mused quietly to himself, ignoring how Cody and
Qui-Gon exchanged thrilled looks.

He
was very aware he didn’t nap a lot or rest quite enough for his
body, but he just wasn’t capable of resting like everyone else.
Napping just because was a terribly hard thing for him to manage and
that was frankly why he meditated as much as he did because that
he could do.

But
maybe…

Well,
with his pregnancy and hormone riddled body there was a chance he
could. “If you’ll come with me that is Cody.” Obi-Wan slid his
hand into the commander’s with a soft smile, leaning into his
lover’s body.

A
soft smile was reflected back to him, Cody nodding. “Of course
sweetheart, we
got a good few hours left and General Jinn is more than enough to
keep order.” He chuckled softly, sliding his arm around Obi-Wan’s
now rather broad waist.

Even
more amused now, Qui-Gon gave a little finger salute. “Sure kiddos,
you two enjoy your nap.” Qui-Gon hummed in clear amusement, making
his way over to Boil to inquire about his state as Obi-Wan waddled
alongside Cody’s side to
the elevator.

“You
are going to sleep, right?” Cody murmured quietly, rubbing at
Obi-Wan’s hip with his thumb. “I mean you’re not going to just
lay there and grumble to yourself?” He frowned down at his Jedi.

Honestly
it was a fair question, that was what Obi-Wan had done that. “I’m
going to try
at least, might help if you rub my back a bit or massage my scalp but
just having you there would be good honestly.” Obi-Wan confessed
with a small smile.

Pressing
a kiss to the Jedi’s temple, Cody let out a soft hum. “Of course
my little baby hoarder.” He teased, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan
flushed and leaned more into him.

The
travel had been wonderfully peaceful and nice, they could only hope
that Alderaan would be the same.

After
all, it was Alderaan!

What
could possibly happen there of all planets.

Hello again! First off hope your break is going well. Second could I ask for a continuation of SweetHoney with more Rex/Anakin interaction. I love how you write them.

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Rolling
onto his back, Anakin squinted at the back of his lover as Rex pulled
his blacks on, covering up all that gorgeous dark skin he had come to
adore so much and he voiced his displeasure with a soft whine.

Which
instantly had the trooper turning around in surprise, his bemusement
turning to softness when he saw the omega awake.

Crossing
the short distance, Rex sunk down on the bunk to cup Anakin’s
cheek, giving the fellow blond a slow kiss as he stroked the others
cheekbone slowly with a thumb. He tasted of mint and Anakin sighed in
pleasure while pushing up.

Then
he pulled back quickly as he remembered his own breath must be awful,
wrinkling his nose a bit.

Sniggering
a bit as he rubbed their noses together, Rex grinned down at his
mate. “Good morning sweetie. How do you feel?” He chirped
quietly, obviously not bothered by the morning breath as he kept his
hand on the others somewhat stubbly cheek.

Nuzzling
back into the hand, Anakin hummed. “Upset you’ve left the bed
already.” Anakin grumped quietly, testing his own hands into the
upper blacks of Rex clothes.

“Got
work to do, you know that sweetheart. Mand’lor and General Kenobi
wants to leave early since General Luvika is already here and
Commander Tattina is only two hours out apparently.” Rex teased
gently even as he remained on the bunk side.

Anakin
let out a heavy breath at that before nodding. “Right, we need to
head to Coruscant, get some reassignment, make Obi-Wan visit the
healers and pick up all the stuff he would need…” He mused before
reluctantly sitting up, his blond curls in disarray.

Reaching
up and running his hand through the curls, Rex gripped gently to cup
the back of his head and give him a slow kiss to wake the omega up
before the alpha got to his feet to clip his armor on, knowing that
while Jango had a soft spot for his adopted semi pup, he would not be
as lucky.

Still,
he paused a few minutes to admire the hickies and bites on Anakin’s
body before the Jedi’s uniform slowly and steadily covered them up.
‘I’ll leave my mating mark soon…’ He promised himself before
slipping out of the tent and towards where Cody was already ordering
people around, the gray light of the rising sun giving them just
enough to work.

Cody
glanced at him before giving him a smirk then focused back, knowing
they were too busy to really tease his younger vod.

Jango
was out too, Boba at his side as the two helped out getting
everything packed up from the 212th
and the 501st
to get things over quickly though Rex did not see General Kenobi,
which was rather odd.

The
man was a doting adoptive parent and mate, he didn’t like being too
far from them if he didn’t have to and liked to watch Jango be a
dad.

“Helix
has him by the ear,” Cody suddenly said, hiding a yawn behind a
gloved hand before gesturing. “Since his ankle has a hairline
fracture and he’s pregnant, Helix isn’t letting him do anything
under medical order until they can get him to the Negotiator and
Jango gave him a long disapproving look.” He chuckled slightly
before calling for Longshot and Killer to pick up some ammunition
boxes by the shuttles.

Wrinkling
his brows a bit, Rex tilted his head. “You know, that doesn’t
honestly sound like it would be enough to stop him.” He stated
slowly while scratching at his soft, blond fuzz.

Laughing
a bit louder, Cody shook his head. “It wasn’t until Boba pulled
out the eyes of disappointment and now he’s stuck in the medic tent
or he risks Boba’s displeasure.” The dark haired trooper winked
at him and Rex couldn’t help it, he laughed too.

Sometimes
you just had to do what you could to make the Jedi slow down and take
care of themselves.

Stardust
knew that the Jedi weren’t always good with it, putting everyone
else first and that was something no alpha trooper was going to
accept.

Least
of all from their mates and they had learned from example.

Jango
Fett was a premium alpha and the troopers had learned from him and
continued to follow that example as they saw the man with his own
mate.

Beside,
having his own omega, Rex would be among the first to admit that
keeping his mate happy and safe was one of his highest priority.

‘And
he wants to make me happy.’ Rex noted to himself as he watched
Anakin come out of the tent, his hair pulled back in a tail before
moving right to working, yawning widely as he did while greeting
people left and right.

Damn every time i come by your blog i discover new amazing stories. CarryingHope is so great and now i want to know what’s next ! Does Obi-Wan panic ? How is he gonna hide all of it to the concil ? And does Ahsoka know about Zett ? Maybe she’s friend with him or something like that.

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Finally
dropping his face in his hands, Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh as his
shoulders slumped. “Zett… you shouldn’t have come here.” He
whispered softly, closing his eyes.

He
could feel the hurt blooming in the Force even as Zett quickly
dragged his shields up around it and Obi-Wan winced at hurting his
son, raising his head from his hands to look at the other as Zett
tugged and rubbed at the hem of his tunic.

‘Oh
child…’ Obi-Wan felt his lips twitch sadly. For all that he had
mostly taken in looks after Qui-Gon, he displayed the same emotional
trends as Obi-Wan had when younger. “I’m not saying that to hurt
you Zett, I never want to hurt you but the council keeps us apart for
a very good reason.” He pointed out gently.

Nibbling
on his lip, Zett continued playing with his hem. “…Master says
that we should know where we come from and who our parents are, that
a strong foundation is the corner stones for a strong future.” He
finally whispered out.

Sitting
back, Obi-Wan snorted. “Mierme would say that, the old crotchety
bastard.” He huffed, resting the back of his head against the couch
back while narrowing his eyes at the ceiling.

“…You
don’t approve of him?” Zett hesitated.

Sighing
deeply, feeling the sun warm his still shocked body up, Obi-Wan
rubbed his chin. “I have a healthy respect for him but we have very
different opinions that we’ve both agreed not to discuss as last
time we ended up in a five hour debate until the healers intervened
since we were both stuck in the Halls at the time.” He answered
wryly, smiling slightly when Zett giggled.

“That
does sound like master, stubborn to a fault and unwilling to concede
his opinions.” Zett wiggled a bit and Obi-Wan could feel the boys
eyes on him.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes.

Closing
his eyes, Obi-Wan rubbed his forehead before sitting up with a sigh
and turning to him, staring at the boy. “…Alright, yes. I am your
parent. I bore you for nine months, I loved you and I gave you to the
creche because I had very little choice.” He confessed quietly
under those blue eyes, knowing that if the council found out, he may
get censure but Zett wanted answers and by the Force, Obi-Wan would
give them.

Zett
tilted his head, clever blue eyes glancing over him before smiling.
“And you kept showing up at my tournaments. I know you did, I kept
noticing you.” His hands were resting in his lap now, calm, no
longer playing with the wrinkled hem.

Huffing
a bit, Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, the council
could hardly say anything about me being at the tournaments or a few
days in the creche now and then… so yes, I came to see you.”
Obi-Wan smiled softly. “You were always impressive.” He
confessed.

Cheeks
pinking, Zett practically glowed with cautious pride as he stared at
Obi-Wan.

“…You
were so small when you were born, the healers thought you may be
early but I knew when your heat was… you were just small for your
development.” Obi-Wan stared slowly, lifting his arm in an inviting
move.

Quickly
Zett shifted in against him and pressed his nose to Obi-Wan’s
chest, taking a shuddering breath while filling his nose with the
older Jedi’s scent.

Dropping
his face into the chestnut colored hair, Obi-Wan couldn’t resist
wrapping his other arm around the boy as he continued speaking in
soft tones about the day he was born and the day after, the only two
days Obi-Wan had spent with Zett without anyone else except for the
healers checking on their health occasionally.

And
he told the other about Qui-Gon, confirming to another soul who
Zett’s father was and not just leaving it a vague rumor as he did
with the rest of the temple.

Zett
deserved the truth and Obi-Wan was so tired of denying himself his
own child.

And
if Yoda or the rest of the council had an issue with that, they could
stuff their chairs up their collective
rears.

#breakabarrier: Ani and Padme are informed of Obi’s behavior.

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Pausing
to observe his waiting mates, Obi-Wan shuffled slightly with nerves
before making his way over to Padme and Anakin, letting the blond
pull him down into his lap as the blond alpha had been missing their
omega while being shipped out.

Anakin
nuzzled lightly to begin with, rumbling in greeting as
the fresh scent from the flowers around hit Obi-Wan, the doors closed
to the rainy Coruscant nightfall that had come drizzling as Obi-Wan
traveled home after his council meeting.

His
lips were swollen Obi-Wan noted and so was Padme’s. Tacking on the
fact that Padme had changed into a nice, shimmery green summer dress
and looked showered, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what the
two alpha’s had been up to while Obi-Wan was at the temple and so
he pouted at them. “Hey…” He huffed, provoking a low laugh from
Anakin.

“Well,
a proper greeting when I come home is important, it’s not my fault
you had to attend a Jedi session.” Anakin teased gently before
cupping the back of his omega’s head and leading him into a tender
kiss, twining their tongues together to taste the others mouth.

Like
tea and cookies, the taste made him sigh with pleasure at the
familiarity and he could feel a twitch from below despite how well
Padme had ridden him into ecstasy while holding his wrists down
playfully.

A
valiant effort but it was too close and Anakin was too exhausted.

Just
as well since they had serious things to speak with Obi-Wan about
though Anakin allowed himself a moment to gently rub Obi-Wan’s
starting chub, humming faintly as the omega purred.

Finally
he pulled back as he felt Padme touch his shoulder warningly, giving
her an apologetic smile. “Couldn’t help it, his mouth is as sweet
as always and I’ve missed it.” He easily confessed, grinning when
Obi-Wan flushed even deeper with happy pleasure at the words.

Only
Anakin’s smile did fade a bit when he sighed deeply. “I’m less
pleased about the call we got from the council however Obi-Wan.” He
pointed out sternly, softening when Obi-Wan winced.

“I
didn’t mean to.” Obi-Wan’s scent soured.

Instantly
both alphas reached for him, Padme grasping his hands and Anakin
cupping his former master’s face and current omega. “Hey no, it’s
not… we’re not angry at you. We’re just sad at how you
undervalue yourself,” Anakin whined, rubbing their noses together.
“You wouldn’t like it if we did it to ourselves?” He shot at
him, his fingertips digging lightly through the bristling, sweet
smelling beard of copper and gold.

Obi-Wan
instantly jerked back, yipping a bit in shock before pouting when he
realized what Anakin had done, the two alpha’s smiling indulgently
at him.

“See,”
Anakin pointed out softly, pulling Obi-Wan back to rub their noses
again. “You wouldn’t be happy with us if we neglected our
health.” He dropped his arms around the others waist.

Obi-Wan
worried his bottom lip before huffing and turning his head, peering
at Padme. “…I want a cup of tea and one of the fruit and cream
filled buns you got at the bakery,” He whispered, shoulders
trembling faintly before turning his head back to Anakin. “A-And I
want an ankle rub,” He swallowed heavily. “With that mint oil
Ahsoka gave us.” Obi-Wan tacked on.

Both
alpha’s stared at him in surprise before Padme bounced to her feet
and hurried to the kitchen with a little delighted laugh.

Grinning,
Anakin tipped his mate into the pillows, making sure Obi-Wan was
settled against them as Obi-Wan pushed on behind his back for
support. “You got it omega ours, just give me a moment t-”
Obi-Wan hand closed around Anakin’s sleeve.

He
looked rather bothered, his face flushing.

‘No…
no not bothered, embarrassed… a bit ashamed?’ Anakin raised his
brows at his mate, his brows almost flying off his face in surprise
at the others request when Obi-Wan finally managed to get words past
his reddened and plumping lips from being bitten.

“Summon
it with the Force.” Obi-Wan finally asked, his tone now clearly
embarrassed.

Blinking
heavily, Anakin decided not to bring attention to it, instead waving
his hand to summon the oil from the bathroom with a smile for his
mate as he pulled Obi-Wan’s slipper covered feet into his lap to
remove both the sky blue slippers gifted by Padme and the black
cotton socks they were hiding.

By
the time he was working oil into Obi-Wan’s ankles and feet, Padme
had the tea and the buns plated up on a tray, coming back to settle
it down and pour a large cup for their omega with a wide smile on her
face, the smile growing even larger when Obi-Wan instantly sat up a
bit for Padme to sit down behind him, her legs coming up on either
side of the redhead.

“Sweet
Obi.” She teased softly, pressing a scattering of tender kisses
along his neck with her arms resting around his waist, Obi-Wan having
a saucer and cup with his tea and a pleased, shy smile on his lips.

“Sweetest
Obi.” Anakin agreed happily, showering both his mates with
attention.

This
was how a night should be spent, in the company of his mates as they
enjoyed each others company.

Any chance you could continue carrying hope? I’d like to see Obi and Zett talking and what happens with palpatine? I’m going through your story archive and finding lots of wonderful stories

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Blinking
when he heard a knock at the door, Obi-Wan set his pad aside and got
to his feet, limping over to it while wondering if Anakin had learned
that he was back early from the campaign from Istu, where the
Republic had honestly taken a devastating loss.

Honestly
Obi-Wan was grateful just to come from it alive.

But
Anakin could have heard through the Senator grapevine that he was
back…

Only,
it didn’t feel like Anakin.

Oh
no, it did not feel like Anakin at all and Obi-Wan knew
this signature. Knew it quite well as he paused at his door, hand
resting on it as he steeled himself with a deep, calming breath
before opening his door with a smile on his face. “Zett, what a
pleasant surprise. I did not expect company but you’re welcome in.”
He stated while stepping back.

Zett
stepped in, the blue eyed boy glancing around quickly before smiling
up at Obi-Wan. “Thank you Master Obi-Wan, I heard from a few fellow
padawans that you were back and I wanted to talk about your last
Soresu lesson.” He chirped happily.

Feeling
his insides melt, Obi-Wan chuckled and nodded, letting the door shut.
“Well, please come in then and lets sit down on the couch.” He
limped back.

He
noted that Zett eyes gained a slight layer of panic, quickly glancing
down at Obi-Wan’s feet before he bent to remove his boots.

But
when the padawan straightened he told himself he had imagined that
look, Zett’s face back to looking just brightly happy and curious
as he followed Obi-Wan into the room. “Would you like some tea, I
have a pot on a heater here if you want some?” Obi-Wan offered.

Shaking
his head, settling down on the couch with Obi-Wan, Zett gave a
sheepish smile. “Can’t, I can smell the yudana tea and I’m
allergic to it, makes me break out in oozing hives.” He twiddled
his thumbs sheepishly as he settled his hands in his lap.

Letting
out a surprised noise, Obi-Wan nodded slowly while internally
marveling at how alike Zett was to Qui-Gon.

He
had been allergic to yudana too and each time Obi-Wan wanted a kiss,
he’d have to brush his teeth and swish some mouthwash to make sure
he’d cleaned out his mouth properly so not to give Qui-Gon a second
hand reaction from the kiss.

Taking
a sip of his cup, savoring the tartness of the tea, Obi-Wan hummed a
bit and smiled at his son over the cup. “Well, if you want some
water or juice, I have that too.” He offered kindly.

Shaking
his head, Zett gained a slightly nervous look. “A-Actually, I came
here to… I mean… I wanted you to know that I know.” He
stuttered out.

Heart
dropping, Obi-Wan licked his lips, the omega suddenly feeling a lot
tenser. “You… know.” He stated slowly.

“I
know you’re my dad.” Zett whispered, the two staring at each
other, both having an equally thundering heart.

One
from nerves and one from shock.

“I
see…” Obi-Wan stated faintly before chugging the rest of his tea,
burning the roof of his mouth slightly while wishing he had something
stronger in the cup. ‘Force, Qui-Gon help me!’ He set his cup
down shakily and returned to staring at their hopeful son.

What
did he do now.

Moddy, in HoarderSeer we left off with Obi agreeing to go off of Coruscant, Is Bant the healer going with him or is it someone else? He wanted to go somewhere green, where did they send him? Naboo is a terrible decision since the Chancellor would definitely still have spies on his home planet, so a satellite temple? Maybe sending him to Ahch-To would be best, it’s in the Unknown space so only jedi know how to travel there and Obi would be occupied by studying the first Jedi temple…

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Waddling along with his hands cupping his stomach, Obi-Wan let out a soft huff of tiredness but did not stopping.

He had insisted to healers, Cody, Qui-Gon and Anakin that he would be able to walk from the quarters to the hanger on his own without a stupid hoverchair though he had accepted taking a few breaks on the way and leaning on Cody’s offered arm for support..

After much debate it had finally been decided where Obi-Wan would go into semi hiding and to be fair, he was quite happy with the choice.

Alderaan.

A core world close enough to Coruscant should Obi-Wan need to return, it was a clean environment with wonderful medic’s and it was friendly towards both Jedi and clones with Breha being more than happy to keep it off the books that Obi-Wan was there.

All for the safety of not only Obi-Wan and Cody along with the rest of the 212th that would slowly arrive as to not draw attention but more importantly, the safety of the babies.

Technically the rest of the 212th didn’t need to come but Boil was going for his little ones and the rest wanted to look after their pregnant vode, ensure their safety and comfort.

“You should have taken the hoverchair love.” Cody’s emphatic voice cut in through his musing as Obi-Wan turned his head enough to glance up at him, letting out a soft whimper.

Tucking his arm around the others waist in response to the whimper, Cody’s face twisted in worry. “Let’s get you to the bunk alright? You can settle down and take a small nap.” He murmured with concern.

Huffing a bit, feeling out of breath, Obi-Wan nodded as they stepped into the ship, moving towards the bunk while hearing the low murmur of troopers in the front with Qui-Gon. Normally Obi-Wan would go greet them but he was honestly tired. “I’m starting to think there is merit in healer Tan-Tanos suggestion of removing them at one point to let them finish developing in incubators.” He panted.

At six months, Obi-Wan was very heavy with his quadruplets, his back and ankles hurt all the time and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to carry to full term.

Nodding, Cody swiped his hand over the door lock for what would be their bunk until Alderaan and winced when he saw the thin, ship standard bunk. ‘Obi-Wan’s back is going to murder him.’ He thought in horror even as he lead his cyare over to the bunk to settle him down.  “That does sound like a good plan.” He agreed out loud, not voicing his concern over the bunk.

The bunk would be much too thin, too hard and too stiff for Obi-Wan’s tenderized body to handle well at all and he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do for his sweet love, resigning himself to just giving the man back rubs when he was awake. ‘He’s going to give himself headaches from the lack of sleeping well.’ He grimaced to himself even as he brushed his hand along Obi-Wan’s jaw, feeling coarse beard brush his skin.

“Would you grab my body pillow?” Obi-Wan questioned with a small voice, pouting a bit as he peered up through his fringe.

Perking up and looking around, Cody grabbed the large, red body pillow that had been a gift from Senator Amidala.

Setting it on the bunk, Cody knelt down and undid the others low boots since Obi-Wan had issues bending, setting them aside while mentally reminding himself he’d need to pull out the bantha slippers Obi-Wan walked in most of the days so he could wander the ship without having to fight with a pair of boots.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan was sliding himself out of his robe and folding it with a soft noise, settling it aside as the man stood.

Helping Obi-Wan settle down on his side with the body pillow tucked against his body once he was comfortable, Cody leaned in and stole a soft kiss from the others lips with a small smile as Obi-Wan got comfortable with the body pillow.

It would provide some aid and support and it had a built in heat that worked to ease the soreness of muscles but the moment they were on Alderaan, Cody was getting his love into a tub. ‘All this because of you all,’ The commander thought fondly as he passed his hand along the swollen belly that contained their four children. ‘I have to say it is worth it and I hope Obi-Wan thinks the same.’ He smiled soppily to himself before leaning in and nuzzling his and Obi-Wan’s noses together. “I’ll go to the cockpit and speak with Longshot and Gearshift, I think they got first watch on the pilot duty and I believe General Jinn is there too.” Cody stated quietly.

Catching Cody’s hand, covering it with his, Obi-Wan nodded slightly. “My things are here, so he must be. He refused to let me carry a full bag of items if I wasn’t going to take a hoverchair.” Obi-Wan whispered tiredly and at this point it was honestly for the best.

It was just too much for Obi-Wan’s body right now and he couldn’t keep pushing himself.

About to get up and leave, Cody paused when Obi-Wan tugged on his arm. “Hmm?”

“Eat.” Obi-Wan smiled, pushing Cody’s favorite chocolate bar with peanuts and nougat filling. “You haven’t had lunch but this will have to do for now.” He settled on.

Softening, the clone leaned in and kissed his Jedi sweetly, stroking his cheek while accepting the candy. “I’ll eat.” He promised quietly, hoping that despite the small blaster strapped to Obi-Wan due to Force osik that made his love a hoarder was just a precaution and not set in durasteel.

Breakabarrier. So the pregnancy is really early on and, as we know, there are some rather unpleasant early side effects… and we also know that Obi-Wan has a thing about people taking care of him, and not accepting it easily. Maybe the symptoms start and Obi is trying to keep it on the downlow because he’s self conscious, doesn’t think it’s worth bothering them, etc.. but honestly he’s miserable

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Watching
the rather perturbed looking Jedi master wander into the for
once sunny looking council
chamber,
the rest exchanged curious gazes before Depa decided to cut to the
chase and just ask the man. “Obi-Wan, is something wrong my
friend?” She stated, leaning back in her chair to rest her aching
back.

The
omega paused on his way to his chair, blinking at her before reaching
into his pristine
robes. “Anakin came back as you all know, also thank you for giving
him some decompression
time,” He tacked on distractedly. “But when he came back, he
brought back an action figure of me from the Biscuit Baron.”
Obi-Wan continued in that same distracted tone.

“…I’m
sorry what?” Mace puzzled at the man while
several blinked.

Instead
of verbally answering, Obi-Wan finally
fished out of
his robe the
figure in question and it was indeed
a little figure of himself much to the amusement of everyone else.
“Wait for it.” Obi-Wan murmured, fiddling a bit with the back of
the toy before the lightsaber in the toy’s hand lit up and the toy
went ‘Hello there.’

Covering
his mouth, Mace felt a grin grow as he suspected whoever made the
wall eyed toy had gone into the war footage and found a sound clip of
Obi-Wan that
had been given to all such toy.

Clearly
he was not the only one amused as there was discreet coughs and
shifts.

An
evil look crossed Obi-Wan’s face as he tucked the toy away into
his robe again.
“I’m not the only one, Anakin just didn’t get everyone else.”
He stated in a warning tone before focusing on Yoda. “Your’s
blows bubbles.” He
stated mischievously.

Yoda,
who had been rolling his cane in his hands with twitching ears,
froze. “…From where the bubbles comes? Worried I now am.” He
croaked out
in shock, ears
twitching wildly.

Finishing
his walk to his chair, Obi-Wan sat down. “Your mouth, it’s wide
open and every time the bubbles comes out, it says ‘A Jedi I am
hrmmm.’” He snarked at the old master before lifting one leg to
gently rub at his ankle through the boot, a
small grimace on his face.

Watching,
Mace felt his brow raise slowly, ignoring the rest of the council
‘discreetly’ checking the holonet both for Yoda and for
themselves from the Biscuit Baron’s jolly meal.

A
slow suspicion started to burn as he eyed his unchanged looking
friend but with the knowledge he had… he
could take an educated guess what was up based on the pregnancy and
Obi-Wan’s general behavior through the years.

“Obi-Wan,”
He started cautiously as the other looked up from rubbing his ankle
to blink at Mace. “Are your ankles already sore?” Mace got a
taun-taun in headlight look from the man, the redhead quickly placing
his foot down only to wince at the speed he had done it, the heel of
his boot clicking a bit.

Grimacing,
Mace crossed his arms over his chest. “You know we gave Skywalker
decompression
time to spend time with you yes? You are his mate and you are in a…
precarious situation right now technically even if your body is made
for it.” He stated dryly.

Obi-Wan
muttered something Mace couldn’t hear, ears color red and making
him look like a turnip instead of a human but he was more interested
in how Depa shifted in her seat and tried reaching for Obi-Wan as she
abandoned her search for herself as a toy, growling faintly. “You
are not a burden Obi-Wan, stop calling yourself that. Let your mate’s
spoil you. I mean honestly, you need care on a normal day not to
mention when you’re stuffed full of kit.” She huffed before
outright just getting out of her chair and marching over to Obi-Wan.

The
rest of the council just watched as Depa lifted a squeaking and
squirming Obi-Wan and sat herself down in his chair with the man on
her lap, wrapping her robe around both of them to look like a
brooding owl or something.

“…Are
you closing in on a rut Depa?” Mace questioned thoughtfully,
watching her while rubbing his chin. “You’re acting very rut like
and protective.” He pointed out when she shot him a hard look over
Obi-Wan’s head.

“… Well
maybe.” She grumbled. “My point still stands!” Depa stated
strongly.

Looking
to Kit, Mace shrugged. “We best write her off the roster for a
while, until after her rut, let her nest her padawan for a while and
let her visit her troopers,” Mace smirked. “Not like we could
keep Commander Grey
out of the temple anyhow.” He added in a teasing tone only to
outright laugh when Depa growled warningly at him while cuddling
Obi-Wan against her chest.

Obi-Wan
just looked sulkily on though on the lowdown, rather pleased to be
cuddled which everyone made note of.

Best
inform Skywalker and Amidala there was some backtracking in Obi-Wan’s
behavior it seemed.

Hi Moddy, could you continue The Risk? Anakin maybe mentions his theory about the father and someone, maybe Ahsoka, points out that Waxer and Boil are dating and maybe so are some of the others. As well as, that it is completely plausible that none of them are the father and they just went so that they could help Obi-Wan later on. Also that there is no proof the father is a clone and for all Anakin knows the father is another Jedi or a civilian.

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Pausing,
spoon slowly being lowered back into her stew, Ahsoka stared at her
master before giggling faintly and shaking her head, lekku’s
curling in response to her amusement.

Pouting
at his padawan, Anakin pointed his own spoon at her. “Hey, they
could be, you know Obi-Wan likes the troopers.” He tried to defend
his point of view.

Tapping
her spoon on the bowl, Anakin gave him a full toothed grin. “Well
yeah but you know that Boil and Waxer are dating right?” She said
teasingly. “And even if one of those haven’t knocked each other
up accidentally, the 212th
are as protective of Obi-Wan as the 501st
are over us!” She chirped happily, suddenly
understanding why Anakin had looked relieved that Obi-Wan wasn’t
joining them for dinner.

Blasted
man had wanted to air his theories to her!

Frowning,
stirring his stew slowly, Anakin reluctantly nodded. “So you think
they’re just there to help then?
I mean it’s not unbelievable and I know Waxer and Helix at least
really likes kids.” Anakin frowned a bit before shrugging.

Maybe
he was wrong and one of the troopers weren’t the father.

But
that left him back on square one since Obi-Wan wasn’t answering
questions on who the father was.

‘He’s
not ashamed of the father or the baby, if he was, that would be
obvious.’ Anakin mused to himself before sighing internally and
rubbing his face with his mech hand. Honestly he had kind of been
hoping it was one of the troopers because they were some of the best
people Anakin had ever had the pleasure of being around and talking
with.

“If
it was one of the troopers though,” Ahsoka suddenly said, sounding
thoughtful while sitting back in the chair. “I would take a guess
at it being Commander Cody actually, Master Obi-Wan has always been
fond of him and sometimes he comes out of Master Obi-Wan’s tent
rather late at night.” She stuffed a spoonful of stew into his
mouth.

Snorting,
Anakin swirled his spoon in the air. “They’re going over
requisitions and battle line up Snips, believe me, their
conversations are boring and I know, I tried to eavesdrop on them a
few times.” He stated dryly which had Ahsoka crack up again.

“You’re
a wee spy Skyguy.” The togruta cackled at the human who just
ignored her and continued eating, still pondering who the hell was
the dad.

()()()

Letting
out a soft noise as he tucked his face into Cody’s neck, Obi-Wan
smiled drowsily. “This is nice.” He mumbled.

Snorting
a bit as he continued steadily rubbing his Jedi’s back, Cody
couldn’t help but glance about the crowded barracks room. “Yeah,
stuffing ourselves onto a narrow bunk with most of my commander vode
around and no privacy, very romantic.” He stated dryly and ignored
Fox stifling his evil cackling.

Obi-Wan
chuckled faintly in reply. “Well, I would have enjoyed some more
privacy but your vode wouldn’t go around spreading rumors anyhow
and any time I get to spend with you is good time to me.” The Jedi
nuzzled into the joint of Cody’s neck.

Softening
slowly, Cody ran his hand over Obi-Wan’s light stomach swell.
“Well…
there is that.” He agreed quietly, ignoring Rex making kissy faces
with Wolffe. Screw them, he had Obi-Wan tucked into his arms on the
narrow bunk and why shouldn’t he just enjoy that as he felt Obi-Wan
lightly mouth at his neck.

“…You
know you’re gonna have to tell them eventually who the dad really
is right?” He pointed out after a moment.

“Meh,
let Anakin guess for a bit longer, he looks like a frustrated dog.”
Obi-Wan sniggered happily and then yawned deeply, somehow managing to
snuggle in even more tightly to Cody’s side much to his enjoyment
as he gave his vode the middle finger  behind Obi-Wan’s back with a
pleased smirk as they mock gasp and ‘fainted’.

It
was good to be loved.

Break a Barrier- Anakin comes home between missions and is obsessed with Obi-Wan’s tiny baby bump.

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Watching
their blond mate in bemusement, Padme and Obi-Wan exchanged looks.

Being
around each other all the time, changes became just a natural part
they
both got used to,
especially as slowly as Obi-Wan’s pregnancy changes were coming and
therefore they had not really taken much notice except for Obi-Wan
who occasionally complained about aching ankles or hips.

But
for Anakin, who had been gone for a full two months much to all
three’s dismay, had not been around to witness the changes and
holo’s did not do any justice.

Which
was why he was currently on his knees in front of the couch with his
hands gently palming Obi-Wan’s silk covered stomach, crooning in
awe. “There’s a tiny bump, the baby is making a tiny bump,”
Anakin gasped in joy before looking up at his omega. “You have a
baby bump Obi-Wan!” He beamed.

Blushing
a bit, Obi-Wan glanced down as he took in what looked like pudge
really.

But…
well Anakin wasn’t wrong.

That
had to be the baby and not just fat making Obi-Wan a tiny bit
rounder, clearly visible in the moment as he was wearing one of the
nice silky morning robes Padme had gotten him as a gift.

Said
mate shuffled a bit closer, running her hand over the fabric too, her
face perking up in joy as she too took in the fact that Obi-Wan was
showing ever so slightly. “Oh my, I didn’t notice, you were
developing so steadily… Oh Obi-Wan that’s our child.” She
beamed joyfully, leaning in and kissing him sweetly as Anakin put his
cheek to Obi-Wan’s stomach, completely entranced in the ever so
slight bump that was the life they had made together.

“I
have to admit, I didn’t notice myself,” Obi-Wan flustered,
petting Anakin’s hair as he stole another kiss from his Senator
mate. “It’s not so large that it’s effecting my clothes yet nor
be in the way.” He
squirmed a bit, leaning into Padme’s side with Anakin still slowly
rubbing his cheek on Obi-Wan’s stomach, crooning quietly in
happiness while murmuring at the baby despite it still being a tiny
thing.

It
was a bit embarrassing and yet Obi-Wan did nothing to discourage the
other man despite wanting a proper greeting kiss since Anakin had
only chastely
pressed a kiss to both Padme and Obi-Wan’s lips before dropping to
his knees.

He’d
take what he could get and let Anakin fuss over the little bump that
honestly barely even made a baby belly yet.

It
had no definite curve yet, no real size and honestly one could easily
mistake it for Obi-Wan having a more sedate life style compared to
his normal Jedi life along with a good appetite.

The
latter was true, especially in the last three months since they had
found each other and Padme had been spoiling Obi-Wan while Anakin had
been only briefly in on Coruscant between sieges as the Hero with No
fear was in high demand especially now that the Negotiator was out of
commission though people were happily understanding that.

The
interview had still been embarrassing, regardless how serene
Obi-Wan’s expression had been as he had gone on record and
confirmed that yes, he would not be joining the war effort in the
field for months, nine to be precise.

The
press had a field day with that for an entire week before it all kind
of died down and another celebrity took the stage though how the Jedi
became a celebrity Obi-Wan had no idea. The war really was bad for
the-

“Oh!”
Anakin suddenly sat up, a mischievous grin crossing his face. “I
got something for you Obi-Wan while I was out.” He reached for his
bag, tugging it over while Padme got an amused look on her face,
clearly catching on that this wasn’t a gift but a tease and
therefore not minding that there was nothing for her as she settled
her head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Cautious,
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes slightly at the other. “An-oh what
the karking
Force.” Obi-Wan let out a wheeze as
Anakin held up a small figurine in triumph.

Because
while the figure was new, Obi-Wan recognized the style.

It
was a Biscuit Baron children toy, slightly large head and small body,
a chibi thing Obi-Wan thought it may be called but it was…

It
was him.

Holding
an over sized lightsaber in a too small hand for the body with a too
big, doopy smile, paint
making him
cross eyed and the red of the hair too bright to really match the
genuine article in
front of him,
that was a tiny toy Obi-Wan that apparently came in the youngling
meals at Biscuit Barons if Anakin holding it was any indication.

Speechless
as both his mates started laughing at his soundless state and shocked
expression, Obi-Wan could just gape rather unattractively at the toy
as it beamed back at him, the walleyed thing. “…What the
kaaaark.” Obi-Wan repeated in a tiny whisper, causing both Anakin
and Padme to let out another bellow of laugh together.

MODDY!!! More breakabarrier!!! I LOVE THAT FIC!!! Is one baby? Is two babies? Is Anakin doing ok away from his mates? Where does Obi stay at night and during the day? How does Padme pamper him??

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Pressed
up against the warm plains of her mate’s back, Padme smiled
sleepily against the pleasantly warm skin and ignored the minor
discomfort where her cheek was sticking to Obi-Wan’s shoulder blade
as she spooned her mate.

She
wanted to lay there forever, wanted to soak in the warmth forever.

…But
she needed to pee and the arm she was laying on was numb as all heck.

With
reluctance in her sleepy mind, Padme slowly shuffled away from her
mate after one last kiss to his spine before wiggling away slowly and
carefully so not to wake the slumbering omega. Obi-Wan had been doing
that a lot more, sleeping without waking when she moved in their
nest, feeling safe and comfortable despite Anakin not being around.

Wandering
to the fresher, Padme let her mind slip to their other mate and
missing member of the bed.

Somewhere
out there in the cold of space, going to war, trying to bring in the
peace Padme wasn’t sure could be obtained out in the field but had
to be truly gained in the halls of diplomacy but…

Well,
with Dooku and the Chancellor at the helm, she was doubtful they
would get it.

Don’t
get her wrong, Padme loved her old mentor but it had become
increasingly clear to her with the progress of weeks and months that
he had become more of a spider in his web in the seat of power at the
Republic and if she could go back in time and shake her younger self,
she would totally do it.

Flushing
the loo, Padme grumbled and eyed the little chrono before rolling her
eyes.

It
wasn’t that early anymore and she had to leave for the Senate soon,
having several meetings she needed to engage in with the hopes of
maybe getting some progress to get peace and with the clone rights
amendment she was working on.

Though
she could get Obi-Wan’s thoughts on the latter she bet as she
grabbed her toothbrush and got to work on getting clean so the
handmaidens could help her with her outfit. It was only once they
entered the bedroom that Obi-Wan woke, giving all of them bleary,
sleepy looks before rolling over on his side and pulling the blankets
over his head.

Amused
and endeared, Padme just watched her pregnant mate cuddle back to
sleep with nary a care since he didn’t have anything to do in the
temple today and she was more than happy to let him sleep in.

()()()

Staring
at the holo comm, Anakin settled his elbows on his knees and pouted
quietly to himself as Ahsoka patted his head.

“Cheer
up Skyguy! At least Senator Amidala is looking out for master
Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka said cheerfully and laughed slightly when he just
grunted. “I mean at least he’s sleeping over at the apartment
most days, that’s good? Sleeping in your nest.” She
tried to sooth his sulking.

It
seemed to work too as Anakin grinned slightly. “I guess that’s a
good thing yeah… Padme says Obi-Wan manages to sleep through her
leaving the nest now, confidant and content.” He perked up more
much to the amusement of both his troopers and Ahsoka.

Fluffing
the odd human hair teasingly, the padawan winked happily. “And that
is progress after all! He’s not as clingy as he was in the
beginning meaning that the mating bond has been settling in after all
and he’s confidant in his place in both of your hearts after all.”
She chirped at him.

Perking
up even more, Anakin bounced to his feet and nodded. “Still, I’m
gonna keep on sending them messages and call them when I can until
we’re back.” He bounced towards his quarters.

Rolling
her eyes a bit, Ashoka traded an amused look with Rex.

Shrugging
a bit, Rex settled against a bulkhead with a smirk. “Hey, they say
mated alphas are all gaga for their mates. And General Skywalker
seems to be the stereotype for his.” He chortled in amusement.

Snorting,
Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah well, when you find
your mate or mates, I’m gonna have fun teasing you about it if you
behave the same way.” She taunted lightly with a grin.

“Perish
the thought.” Rex chuckled even as his chest warmed at the easy
acceptance that Rex, a clone, would have a mate and therefore belong
in the galaxy from his commander as not everyone else seemed to
believe it.

And
if Ahsoka believed it of him, then she would believe it of others.

“I’ve
seen Boil and Waxer,” She pointed a finger at him, jabbing it for
point. “They’re as bad about
each other
as Skyguy is about his mates!” Ahsoka laughed happily, unaware of
the warmth in Rex chest as she continued her friendly bantering as
Anakin was busy sending a message off to Coruscant on a secure line.