What would happen if a baby resulted from the omegaObi verse where he shared a heat with Anakin? How would the council react? How would Obi wan react?
There was a retching noise that woke Anakin in the early dusk of the
morning, blinking in confusion before he realized it was coming from
the fresher of the quarters. That forced him up and he moved quickly
to the door to find Obi-Wan on his knees in front of the toilet as he
gave up what he had in his stomach.
“Obi-Wan?” He knelt down quickly, rubbing the others back
carefully as the other heaved.
Since the disaster that had been them captured in a cell together
while Obi-Wan went into heat, not much had honestly changed.
Obi-Wan had wanted to take it slow and Anakin had…well forced
himself to understand. Half of him wanted to just sweep Obi-Wan into
his arms and cling to him forever. The rest of him wanted to
understand that Obi-Wan needed time.
The only change so far was that Obi-Wan was more tactile.
Evening’s could be spent curled up together on the couch, Obi-Wan
curled up beneath his arm with his head on Anakin’s chest as he
read or they watched the flatscreen.
Anakin could never resist the temptation to run his fingers through
the others copper hair, feeling the softness and smoothing his
fingertips over the nape of the others neck. Obi-Wan had tried to
make him stop but eventually he had also started to melt into the
contact, innocent as it was.
Anakin wanted more.
But pushing seemed…unwise.
So he pulled every shred of patience to him, letting his omega set
the pace.
His.
Obi-Wan was his.
His master, his omega.
But then again, Anakin’ was his in return. Obi-Wan’s padawan,
Obi-Wan’s alpha even if the other was being slow in admitting what
everyone now knew.
So Anakin painted himself with more penitence then even he thought he
had and waited, let Obi-Wan curl close when needed and gave him space
when he wanted.
This however…
“This is the fourth day Obi-Wan.” Anakin made a low noise of
worry as he reached for the water glass he had on chance prepared the
day before, filling it with water for when the other stopped throwing
up. “I really think you should go to the healers.” He pressed the
glass into the others hands as Obi-Wan sat up a bit, letting him
rinse his mouth as Anakin stood.
Obi-Wan only mutely did it, watching his padawan wet a towel before
the younger man was kneeling down again. Then he closed his eyes and
leaned into the contact when Anakin carefully cleaned his beard.
“I don’t need a healer Anakin.” He murmured quietly.
“You’ve been throwing up for four days in a row Master. I
certainly think you do.” Anakin offered in disapproval, biting his
lips when Obi-Wan winced at the tone. “Sorry…” He mumbled.
Finding the border between bonded and student and teacher was hard.
“I…” Obi-Wan sighed. “…I know why I’m throwing up Anakin.
I’ve just…I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you.” He
sighed and glanced away at the shower.
Anakin blinked, feeling Obi-Wan’s nervousness.
It was so different, being able to feel the shift of emotions from
the other, the way he actually felt deeply at times yet his face
remained bland. The perfect Jedi…on the surface.
“You’re sick and you’re nervous and…what’s going on
Obi-Wan?” He reached out, resting his hands on the others thighs.
Obi-Wan sighed and looked down at the others hands then up at him.
“You know why omegas go into heat, right Anakin? I didn’t fail
that much in teaching you?”
“Yeah because their bodies get ready to-to…” Anakin stared at
him and Obi-Wan looked down quickly.
The padawan quickly and mentally calculated how long ago since they
were stuck in the cell before making a low noise. “OH…um…really?”
He questioned nervously.
Obi-Wan shifted a bit then nodded. “I…took a pregnancy test
yesterday to make sure. But yes.”
“By that calculation you’re…a bit over eight weeks along.”
Anakin blinked at him, wondering how he hadn’t noticed, but then
again, Obi-Wan was barely two months along.
“I’ll have to confirm with the healers and then…tell the
Council.” Obi-Wan sighed, shifting back on his heels as he tried to
withdraw from Anakin.
Oh no, that was not doable and Anakin reached out, pulling the other
to him. “No leaving me out of this. You’re mine. And I’m
yours.” He offered seriously, still nervous about the idea of a
baby. But he wasn’t leaving Obi-Wan alone in this.
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Obi-Wan pressed his lips together as he stepped out of the council
chamber, desperately reaching for the Force to calm himself.
While half had been understanding that this was a situation that
could arise, the other half was not so understandable. And Obi-Wan
had lost a lot of esteem from his grandmaster. There had seemed to be
something in Yoda’s eyes that spoke about disappointment.
‘What does he know? He’s not an omega. He doesn’t
understand…’ Obi-Wan’s shoulders trembled. At least Mace had
been on his side, the man having raised omega padawans himself.
His shoulders trembled harder and when Anakin drew him into the warm
circle of his arms, Obi-Wan didn’t resist, curling into his alpha
with a small hiccup that he tried his best to disguise.
“Hey…its alright Obi-Wan. I’m here, its alright.” He assured
softly, gently, nosing his mate gently. “We’ll figure this out.”
He promised while holding the master tight.
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