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“…I hate you.”

“I know. Want more icecream?”

“…With chocolate flakes and sirup. Yes.”

“I’ll get a droid to deliver another bowl.” Anakin smiled a
bit, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s feet slowly and steadily, working the
swollen appendages gently with oil. “It will be here in a few
moments.” He removed his hands from the others legs and almost
sniggered at the disappointed whine the redhead let out.

But he didn’t want to upset Obi-Wan more then he already was.

The Jedi was aggravated enough from his swollen ankles and aching
back.

“Obi, Obi up.” Leia whined and Anakin sighed when Obi-Wan
instantly shifted to sit up and lift the girl onto his lap, the
slight swell of his stomach limiting her space a bit. Leia didn’t
seem to mind though as she rested chubby hands on it. “Sibling.”
She beamed.

Luke huffed where he was, pouting. He’d already given a little
tantrum at the idea of sharing their Obi with even MORE kids.

It was adorable, Anakin had caught Obi-Wan laughing helplessly once
Luke had calmed down.

The pregnancy was progressing well though Obi-Wan was really feeling
the symptoms of it hard. Strong morning sickness, aching limbs,
swollen appendages, pelvic discomfort were the earliest symptoms
Obi-Wan had at the three month mark.

The medical droid were warning them that more symptoms may become
more obvious as the pregnancy progressed and Anakin would never
forget the glare his old master had thrown him at that announcement.

A little amusing, mostly scary.

Kriff.

Still Obi-Wan made time for the rebuilding of the temple and the
order, doing meditation with the new Force sensitive. One of them was
all the way from Lothal. He also did the minor katas and stretches
but left the heavy work to Ahsoka.

“…Anakin…I have a…a request.” Obi-Wan played with Leia’s
hands slowly.

“Yes Obi-Wan?”

“…If there are other Jedi’s still alive…can they come back?”
Obi-Wan asked softly, quietly, not looking at Anakin but through
their bond the blond could feel the nervousness his consort was
hiding.

“…If they swore oaths never to lift a hand towards us…then
yes.” He wasn’t able to deny Obi-Wan anything, he knew that. But
he wasn’t a fool, he’d require those oaths before any of them
would be welcomed back on Coruscant.

“And if I could get them?” Obi-Wan shifted.

“Have you been in contact with Jedi’s Obi-Wan?” The Sith asked
darkly, reaching out to trace the others collar pointedly.

“…Surviving padawans. Yes. I…Anakin please, just for my sake.”
Obi-Wan finally looked at him. “If I can get those oaths, can they
come home? Back? Be safe here?”

Anakin could not deny Obi-Wan anything when he looked at him with
pleading eyes.

“Like I said, if they swear oaths, then yes for you Obi-Wan.”

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“…I hate you.”

“I know. Want more icecream?”

“…With chocolate flakes and sirup. Yes.”

“I’ll get a droid to deliver another bowl.” Anakin smiled a
bit, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s feet slowly and steadily, working the
swollen appendages gently with oil. “It will be here in a few
moments.” He removed his hands from the others legs and almost
sniggered at the disappointed whine the redhead let out.

But he didn’t want to upset Obi-Wan more then he already was.

The Jedi was aggravated enough from his swollen ankles and aching
back.

“Obi, Obi up.” Leia whined and Anakin sighed when Obi-Wan
instantly shifted to sit up and lift the girl onto his lap, the
slight swell of his stomach limiting her space a bit. Leia didn’t
seem to mind though as she rested chubby hands on it. “Sibling.”
She beamed.

Luke huffed where he was, pouting. He’d already given a little
tantrum at the idea of sharing their Obi with even MORE kids.

It was adorable, Anakin had caught Obi-Wan laughing helplessly once
Luke had calmed down.

The pregnancy was progressing well though Obi-Wan was really feeling
the symptoms of it hard. Strong morning sickness, aching limbs,
swollen appendages, pelvic discomfort were the earliest symptoms
Obi-Wan had at the three month mark.

The medical droid were warning them that more symptoms may become
more obvious as the pregnancy progressed and Anakin would never
forget the glare his old master had thrown him at that announcement.

A little amusing, mostly scary.

Kriff.

Still Obi-Wan made time for the rebuilding of the temple and the
order, doing meditation with the new Force sensitive. One of them was
all the way from Lothal. He also did the minor katas and stretches
but left the heavy work to Ahsoka.

“…Anakin…I have a…a request.” Obi-Wan played with Leia’s
hands slowly.

“Yes Obi-Wan?”

“…If there are other Jedi’s still alive…can they come back?”
Obi-Wan asked softly, quietly, not looking at Anakin but through
their bond the blond could feel the nervousness his consort was
hiding.

“…If they swore oaths never to lift a hand towards us…then
yes.” He wasn’t able to deny Obi-Wan anything, he knew that. But
he wasn’t a fool, he’d require those oaths before any of them
would be welcomed back on Coruscant.

“And if I could get them?” Obi-Wan shifted.

“Have you been in contact with Jedi’s Obi-Wan?” The Sith asked
darkly, reaching out to trace the others collar pointedly.

“…Surviving padawans. Yes. I…Anakin please, just for my sake.”
Obi-Wan finally looked at him. “If I can get those oaths, can they
come home? Back? Be safe here?”

Anakin could not deny Obi-Wan anything when he looked at him with
pleading eyes.

“Like I said, if they swear oaths, then yes for you Obi-Wan.”

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“Obi-Wan!” Anakin beamed down at him before blinking. “Are you
alright Obi-Wan, you seem…shaken.”

The copper haired man stepped away to let his former padawan into his
rooms even as he thought quickly. “Just…floundering a bit I guess
Anakin, many changes in a short amount of time with the end of the
war.” He shrugged.

“Ah, I can understand.” The blond sighed.

“How are you? You look drained.” Obi-Wan turned it back.

“I just…still can’t believe Palpatine is dead you know. Still
feels unreal even with the war winding down like it is. His funeral
is next week.” Anakin moved to the couch and sat down heavily.

“I see, are you going?”

“Yes. Since I had a personal relation to the man the order feels
that I and another Jedi should be present.” Anakin nodded, watching
as Obi-Wan made his way to sit in his usual chair. “There…is
another matter too.”

“Oh? A serious matter?” The copper haired master tilted his head.

“I…yes. I…I am sure you’ve noticed how close I’ve been to
Padme Amidala?” Anakin started slowly, obviously uncomfortable.

‘Ah, am I to lose him now?’ Obi-Wan wondered, feeling selfish
even as he nodded. “It was hardly difficult to notice…and I saw
you two kissing on Geonosis Anakin.”

The other flushed. “Not my…best moment I will admit.”

“Certainly not stealthy. I think even Yoda noticed.” Obi-Wan
snorted dryly.

The blond ran his hand through his curls and sighed.
“Yeah…well…the thing is…Padme is asking for…I guess a
break? For both of us to step back and look at where we are and what
we are doing. With the war we kind of…rushed?”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows together, staring at his former padawan.
“I’m not sure I understand…?”

“Yeah, neither do I but…Padme feels we should take a break, see
others, see what we really want for the future. She’s…very
involved in the Senate now.”

“She IS a senator.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“And I’m a Jedi.” Anakin rubbed his face.

“…And one of you would have to sacrifice that for the sake of
what you really want.” Obi-Wan finished softly.

“…I guess. We’d have to figure out what we really want. I love
her but I also love being a Jedi.”

“And she clearly loves you. But she also loves being a Senator,
loves doing her job.” Obi-Wan finished then looked away. “Yes I
can see how that works, love is difficult when it comes to duty and
desires.”

“…I guess you’re talking about Satine huh.” Anakin peered at
him.

“…I loved her. I also loved being a Jedi and I loved Qui-Gon. Had
she asked me though…I still would have walked away to be hers.”
He smiled a bit at the blond. “Even during the war. Had both
Qui-Gon and her asked me I would have been in a worse position, but
between her and the order?”

“Well…Bant did say you loved with all your heart when you first
loved.” The blond settled on.

“Bant talks to much.” Obi-Wan snorted. Then he sighed. “But she
is right…”

“Are you and Qui-Gon going to…”

Obi-Wan smiled a bit, hadn’t he himself just been thinking about
that?

“I don’t know. Its been almost four years. Four years of war. He
might not feel the same way about me as he did back then.” The
blond quickly got up and moved around the coffee table to kneel down
in front of the master, grasping his hand and stroking them
carefully. “Well, if not, then he’s a fool because you’re
awesome Obi-Wan.”

That got a laugh out of the copper haired man as he shook his head.

However when he looked back at Anakin the others eyes were focused on
his stomach.

“Obi-Wan…?” He whispered.

‘…Oh Kriff.’ The master closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“…Yes Anakin?”

“You…that…is that a baby?”

Obi-Wan was cursing himself in eight different languages. Of course
Anakin would feel it, Anakin with his massive Force powers, Anakin
who had helped his mother back on Tatooine with women giving birth.
Anakin with his deep rooted connection to the living Force and to
Obi-Wan himself.

“…Yes.” Obi-Wan saw no reason to lie, sighing quietly. “But
it might not be yours regardless what you are thinking of right now
Anakin Skywalker. And even if it is, you don’t have to have
anything to do with it.” The blond didn’t seem like he was
listening at all.

Instead he was resting his human hand on Obi-Wan’s belly, blue eyes
growing a bit wider at the sensation he was getting from it.

“Obi-Wan…we fucked.” He offered hesitantly and Obi-Wan pushed
the others hand of his stomach and stood, moving to his window. “I
know, I KNOW Anakin. Look, I only learned this a few days ago, I’m
still…you may not be the parent, alright Anakin?”

“I…no?” Anakin stood, watching the other closely, confused.

“…I can have sex with others Anakin, I know that when we…I
mean…” Obi-Wan ran his hand over his face. “Oh Force, I wasn’t
even going to tell you anything.”

“Why not?”

“Because you might not be the father. I didn’t see the sense in
piling that on you with everything else.” Obi-Wan offered in
frustration. Then he held up his hands when the other went to speak.
“No. No this is my body Anakin. If anyone has a choice in this, a
decision, its mine. I’m the one who has to go nine months with
this, I’m the one who has to sacrifice for this. And regardless of
the parentage, the remaining fact is this, this is CERTAINLY my
child.”

“I…” Anakin’s shoulders slumped and then he nodded.
“Alright.”

“…I…alright?” The copper haired Jedi blinked.

“Yes alright, you are right. Just…if it is mine too…I get to be
in their life, right?” Anakin looked at him with soulful eyes.

“Of course. I’m not going to deny your access. Regardless if you
are the father, you ARE my former padawan. You are always welcome
where I am as long as you can behave.” Obi-Wan smiled at the other
slightly.

The other threw him a brilliant, warm smile at that.

‘Okay…not…not so bad. One down…two to go.’ Obi-Wan smiled.

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“Obi-Wan!” Anakin beamed down at him before blinking. “Are you
alright Obi-Wan, you seem…shaken.”

The copper haired man stepped away to let his former padawan into his
rooms even as he thought quickly. “Just…floundering a bit I guess
Anakin, many changes in a short amount of time with the end of the
war.” He shrugged.

“Ah, I can understand.” The blond sighed.

“How are you? You look drained.” Obi-Wan turned it back.

“I just…still can’t believe Palpatine is dead you know. Still
feels unreal even with the war winding down like it is. His funeral
is next week.” Anakin moved to the couch and sat down heavily.

“I see, are you going?”

“Yes. Since I had a personal relation to the man the order feels
that I and another Jedi should be present.” Anakin nodded, watching
as Obi-Wan made his way to sit in his usual chair. “There…is
another matter too.”

“Oh? A serious matter?” The copper haired master tilted his head.

“I…yes. I…I am sure you’ve noticed how close I’ve been to
Padme Amidala?” Anakin started slowly, obviously uncomfortable.

‘Ah, am I to lose him now?’ Obi-Wan wondered, feeling selfish
even as he nodded. “It was hardly difficult to notice…and I saw
you two kissing on Geonosis Anakin.”

The other flushed. “Not my…best moment I will admit.”

“Certainly not stealthy. I think even Yoda noticed.” Obi-Wan
snorted dryly.

The blond ran his hand through his curls and sighed.
“Yeah…well…the thing is…Padme is asking for…I guess a
break? For both of us to step back and look at where we are and what
we are doing. With the war we kind of…rushed?”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows together, staring at his former padawan.
“I’m not sure I understand…?”

“Yeah, neither do I but…Padme feels we should take a break, see
others, see what we really want for the future. She’s…very
involved in the Senate now.”

“She IS a senator.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“And I’m a Jedi.” Anakin rubbed his face.

“…And one of you would have to sacrifice that for the sake of
what you really want.” Obi-Wan finished softly.

“…I guess. We’d have to figure out what we really want. I love
her but I also love being a Jedi.”

“And she clearly loves you. But she also loves being a Senator,
loves doing her job.” Obi-Wan finished then looked away. “Yes I
can see how that works, love is difficult when it comes to duty and
desires.”

“…I guess you’re talking about Satine huh.” Anakin peered at
him.

“…I loved her. I also loved being a Jedi and I loved Qui-Gon. Had
she asked me though…I still would have walked away to be hers.”
He smiled a bit at the blond. “Even during the war. Had both
Qui-Gon and her asked me I would have been in a worse position, but
between her and the order?”

“Well…Bant did say you loved with all your heart when you first
loved.” The blond settled on.

“Bant talks to much.” Obi-Wan snorted. Then he sighed. “But she
is right…”

“Are you and Qui-Gon going to…”

Obi-Wan smiled a bit, hadn’t he himself just been thinking about
that?

“I don’t know. Its been almost four years. Four years of war. He
might not feel the same way about me as he did back then.” The
blond quickly got up and moved around the coffee table to kneel down
in front of the master, grasping his hand and stroking them
carefully. “Well, if not, then he’s a fool because you’re
awesome Obi-Wan.”

That got a laugh out of the copper haired man as he shook his head.

However when he looked back at Anakin the others eyes were focused on
his stomach.

“Obi-Wan…?” He whispered.

‘…Oh Kriff.’ The master closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“…Yes Anakin?”

“You…that…is that a baby?”

Obi-Wan was cursing himself in eight different languages. Of course
Anakin would feel it, Anakin with his massive Force powers, Anakin
who had helped his mother back on Tatooine with women giving birth.
Anakin with his deep rooted connection to the living Force and to
Obi-Wan himself.

“…Yes.” Obi-Wan saw no reason to lie, sighing quietly. “But
it might not be yours regardless what you are thinking of right now
Anakin Skywalker. And even if it is, you don’t have to have
anything to do with it.” The blond didn’t seem like he was
listening at all.

Instead he was resting his human hand on Obi-Wan’s belly, blue eyes
growing a bit wider at the sensation he was getting from it.

“Obi-Wan…we fucked.” He offered hesitantly and Obi-Wan pushed
the others hand of his stomach and stood, moving to his window. “I
know, I KNOW Anakin. Look, I only learned this a few days ago, I’m
still…you may not be the parent, alright Anakin?”

“I…no?” Anakin stood, watching the other closely, confused.

“…I can have sex with others Anakin, I know that when we…I
mean…” Obi-Wan ran his hand over his face. “Oh Force, I wasn’t
even going to tell you anything.”

“Why not?”

“Because you might not be the father. I didn’t see the sense in
piling that on you with everything else.” Obi-Wan offered in
frustration. Then he held up his hands when the other went to speak.
“No. No this is my body Anakin. If anyone has a choice in this, a
decision, its mine. I’m the one who has to go nine months with
this, I’m the one who has to sacrifice for this. And regardless of
the parentage, the remaining fact is this, this is CERTAINLY my
child.”

“I…” Anakin’s shoulders slumped and then he nodded.
“Alright.”

“…I…alright?” The copper haired Jedi blinked.

“Yes alright, you are right. Just…if it is mine too…I get to be
in their life, right?” Anakin looked at him with soulful eyes.

“Of course. I’m not going to deny your access. Regardless if you
are the father, you ARE my former padawan. You are always welcome
where I am as long as you can behave.” Obi-Wan smiled at the other
slightly.

The other threw him a brilliant, warm smile at that.

‘Okay…not…not so bad. One down…two to go.’ Obi-Wan smiled.

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Mace desperately pinched the bridge of his nose, taking several sharp
breaths. “You. How did…that is…oh Force at least its not an
active war going on.” He breathed out and then seemed to collect
himself. “I guess congratulations in order for you and the father.”

“Ah yes, now…that is another issue.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat.

“Know the father, you do not.” Yoda cackled.

“…Kenobi what in all-”

“What I mean is that there are several potential fathers.” Mace
mouth was slowly falling open. “Three in fact.” It was hanging
open. “…I’d warn you about flies Mace but I don’t think there
are flies up here.” Obi-Wan tucked his robes around him when he
noticed Depa giving his stomach an interested look.

“Three, active you have been Obi-Wan.” The mischievous troll
known as Yoda smirked at him and Obi-Wan glared back. “Well excuse
me for enjoying the fact that I was alive at the end of this entire
thing.” He huffed, refusing to say he was pouting.

Mace dropped his face in his hands. “Alright, potential
fathers…are any of them Jedi?”

“Two of them. The third is a senator.”

“Kenobi!”

“Look, the last one I was drunk with. It was…nice alright. Also
the second was because we were happy to kriffing be alive!” Obi-Wan
huffed again.

“Alright, who are these potential fathers?” Depa finally settled
on asking when it was clear Mace was mimicking a fish.

The copper haired man found a spot on the wall suddenly very
fascinating. “…Qui-Gon, Anakin and Bail Organa.”

You could hear dust fall. It was that quiet.

And then Yoda started to cackle.

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands before taking a deep breath.
“Please stop laughing at me Master Yoda, it wasn’t like it was
plann-”

“Three of them! I get the first one!” Mace squeaked. “You were
actually in a relationship but the latter two.”

“I was drunk for both of them in a manner of speaking! Drunk on
being alive despite everything and drunk on actual alcohol!”
Obi-Wan was not certain talking about this with the council in
attendance was what he wanted to do and took a sharp and deep breath
that hurt his throat a little bit. “Look, I only wanted to inform
because I am two months along. I will soon start…showing…within
the month the healer told me. And there will be things I can…no
longer do, missions I can’t go on.” He shifted and tucked his
robes more around himself as he enormity of the situation was hitting
him. “And the council needed to be aware of the situation.”

There was some sober quiet then Yoda cackled again. “New quarters
you will need.”

Yup, that was it. Obi-Wan shoved Yoda of the chair with the Force,
the old troll rolling of the chair while still laughing and dampening
his fall with the Force.

()()()

Obi-Wan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, nursing cup of
tea with his other hand as he stared out the window of his quarters.
Alright, he had done his duty as a Jedi, inform the council and
healers that he was going to be…laid up. Though to be honest, Bant
had informed him more then he had informed her.

Now came the personal duty. Inform the potential fathers…

That got a groan out of the young master. Inform the potential
fathers.

Plural.

And not just that, but one of them were Anakin who Obi-Wan was pretty
sure was in a relationship with Padme Amidala. And he wasn’t sure
that relationship was anything like Bail’s with Breha, who welcomed
additions now and then.

And Qui-Gon…

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on his cup.

He knew he still adored his old master. But did he still love him the
same way?

War could change everyone, had it changed how Qui-Gon once viewed him
and how Obi-Wan viewed Qui-Gon?

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, letting his mind
wander. Qui-Gon’s hands in his, soft kisses, the smell of sapir tea
and the quiet noises of Qui-Gon on the couch, reading. The copper
haired man opened his eyes and sighed. Oh yes, he still had it bad
for the other man on an emotional level, that was clear.

“My life couldn’t be easy, could it.” Obi-Wan whispered then
looked down at his stomach. “Not that you’re at fault huh. You
got one silly carrier don’t you.” He smiled a bit. “Should I
even be informing them yet? When I don’t know whose it is?” The
man sighed before tensing as he felt an all to familiar presence in
the Force come closer. “Well…guess I don’t have to much time to
think about it now.” He nervously squared his shoulders and waited
for the knock before going to the door, opening it up and peering up.

“Hello Anakin.”

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Mace desperately pinched the bridge of his nose, taking several sharp
breaths. “You. How did…that is…oh Force at least its not an
active war going on.” He breathed out and then seemed to collect
himself. “I guess congratulations in order for you and the father.”

“Ah yes, now…that is another issue.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat.

“Know the father, you do not.” Yoda cackled.

“…Kenobi what in all-”

“What I mean is that there are several potential fathers.” Mace
mouth was slowly falling open. “Three in fact.” It was hanging
open. “…I’d warn you about flies Mace but I don’t think there
are flies up here.” Obi-Wan tucked his robes around him when he
noticed Depa giving his stomach an interested look.

“Three, active you have been Obi-Wan.” The mischievous troll
known as Yoda smirked at him and Obi-Wan glared back. “Well excuse
me for enjoying the fact that I was alive at the end of this entire
thing.” He huffed, refusing to say he was pouting.

Mace dropped his face in his hands. “Alright, potential
fathers…are any of them Jedi?”

“Two of them. The third is a senator.”

“Kenobi!”

“Look, the last one I was drunk with. It was…nice alright. Also
the second was because we were happy to kriffing be alive!” Obi-Wan
huffed again.

“Alright, who are these potential fathers?” Depa finally settled
on asking when it was clear Mace was mimicking a fish.

The copper haired man found a spot on the wall suddenly very
fascinating. “…Qui-Gon, Anakin and Bail Organa.”

You could hear dust fall. It was that quiet.

And then Yoda started to cackle.

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands before taking a deep breath.
“Please stop laughing at me Master Yoda, it wasn’t like it was
plann-”

“Three of them! I get the first one!” Mace squeaked. “You were
actually in a relationship but the latter two.”

“I was drunk for both of them in a manner of speaking! Drunk on
being alive despite everything and drunk on actual alcohol!”
Obi-Wan was not certain talking about this with the council in
attendance was what he wanted to do and took a sharp and deep breath
that hurt his throat a little bit. “Look, I only wanted to inform
because I am two months along. I will soon start…showing…within
the month the healer told me. And there will be things I can…no
longer do, missions I can’t go on.” He shifted and tucked his
robes more around himself as he enormity of the situation was hitting
him. “And the council needed to be aware of the situation.”

There was some sober quiet then Yoda cackled again. “New quarters
you will need.”

Yup, that was it. Obi-Wan shoved Yoda of the chair with the Force,
the old troll rolling of the chair while still laughing and dampening
his fall with the Force.

()()()

Obi-Wan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, nursing cup of
tea with his other hand as he stared out the window of his quarters.
Alright, he had done his duty as a Jedi, inform the council and
healers that he was going to be…laid up. Though to be honest, Bant
had informed him more then he had informed her.

Now came the personal duty. Inform the potential fathers…

That got a groan out of the young master. Inform the potential
fathers.

Plural.

And not just that, but one of them were Anakin who Obi-Wan was pretty
sure was in a relationship with Padme Amidala. And he wasn’t sure
that relationship was anything like Bail’s with Breha, who welcomed
additions now and then.

And Qui-Gon…

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on his cup.

He knew he still adored his old master. But did he still love him the
same way?

War could change everyone, had it changed how Qui-Gon once viewed him
and how Obi-Wan viewed Qui-Gon?

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, letting his mind
wander. Qui-Gon’s hands in his, soft kisses, the smell of sapir tea
and the quiet noises of Qui-Gon on the couch, reading. The copper
haired man opened his eyes and sighed. Oh yes, he still had it bad
for the other man on an emotional level, that was clear.

“My life couldn’t be easy, could it.” Obi-Wan whispered then
looked down at his stomach. “Not that you’re at fault huh. You
got one silly carrier don’t you.” He smiled a bit. “Should I
even be informing them yet? When I don’t know whose it is?” The
man sighed before tensing as he felt an all to familiar presence in
the Force come closer. “Well…guess I don’t have to much time to
think about it now.” He nervously squared his shoulders and waited
for the knock before going to the door, opening it up and peering up.

“Hello Anakin.”

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EDIT: I AM SO SORRY!!! I posted to the wrong ask! DDDDX I was suppose to post this on another and I just noticed it was still in my inbox and Oh my gosh I am so sorry…if it any relief though, this Obi-Wan will be plushy and loved?

Obi-Wan was doing his best not to look at Bant, staring instead at a
very fascinating spot of cream colored white that didn’t fit in
with the rest of the room. Yes, that was much better to look at then
his gaping calamari friend.

Her shock and surprise was still itching its way through the Force
and Obi-Wan shifted. “I think I should g-”

“Oh no you don’t Master Kenobi!” Bant grabbed him by the
shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “What do you mean you don’t
KNOW?” She stared at him.

“I mean…there are…several…options…for…um…”

“There are several OPTIONS?” She blinked and looked down at
Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Are you telling me that you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,
who knows he’s a carrier, has had unprotected intercourse with more
then one person?” She looked like she wanted to either slap him or
laugh.

“…Three?” Obi-Wan offered weakly in return.

“Oh…Oh Obi-Wan, what in Force name did you…” She choose the
latter option and laughed, leaning back and rubbing her face.
“…Okay, you’re pregnant, these tests clearly show that the
hormone imbalance we found after your bacta treatment from Chancellor
Palpatine’s…crash…” She winced, both bowing their heads a bit
at the Chancellor’s unfortunate death. She soldiered on. “Are the
signs of a baby in its ninth week, all vitals indicate a strong baby.
So…who are the POTENTIAL fathers?”

The copper haired master squirmed a bit, rubbing the back of his
neck. “I…well…” He sighed and blew his breath out.
“…AnakinQui-GonBail.” He mumbled.

“…I am sorry, what was that?”

“I said…Anakin, Qui-Gon and Bail are the potentials.” Obi-Wan
buried his face in his hands.

“…Your former master and lover. Your old padawan and not to forget chosen one apparently. And a senator
that you once saved the life of… Oh Obi-Wan.” She cupped her own
cheek, arm crossed over her bosom as she stared at him, eyes wide yet
full of laughter. “You couldn’t make it easy on yourself.”

“No, I…look. I kind of…that is messed up. With Qui-Gon it
was…easy, familiar…”

Hands on his hips, gentle and knowing where the pressure was wanted,
safe haven in a war that had dragged on for three years. Exploring
texture of new scars and old ones alike. The smell of musk, clean
skin and tea.

“And when it comes to Anakin, well…I was just so damn happy we
were all alive.”

Demanding lips on his, hands cupping his ass, pushing him to the bed
as he eagerly tore at the others clothes in return. Engine oil and
the smell of a forest, noises muffled against the back of a hand only
for the hand to be pulled away and demands for the noises to be
heard.

“As for Bail…he had so much Alderaniaan wine. Like there was a
keg of wine, we drank it all together in celebration and I didn’t
bother to filter it and…well…”

Trying touches, reverently as if not believing they were actually
about to do what they were, experimental licks and slow kisses,
steady exploration in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Hands parting
his thighs eagerly but with care.

He flushed and rubbed the back of his neck at the memories.

“…Obi-Wan, this was all…consensual right?”

“What!?” Obi-Wan’s head snapped up to stare at her before
scowling. “Of course it was. I can quite easily kick any of these
threes asses should I wish.”

“I’m just making sure.” She waved her hands. “You do know you
don’t have to go through with this baby, yes?”

The copper haired master frowned at that then sighed. “No…I
admit, this wasn’t planned but…its… not excatly unwelcome.”
Obi-Wan looked down at his stomach and smiled faintly. “I
mean…there’s this strange peace and lull that seems to be
falling, after Dooku’s death, Grievous seems to have lost a lot of
steam.”

“So…what?”

“…So I’d like to stop being High General and just
be…Obi-Wan.” The other shrugged. “With no more responsibilities
then for what the little one might need. For food and warm and
safety…is that…weird?”

“No Obi-Wan, its not. But you do know you’ll have to inform the
council…or at least Master Yoda and Master Mace.” She grinned.
“And about the potential paternity…who would you like it to be
though?”

Obi-Wan blinked at that. Want it to be?

That was a difficult question when it could be any of them.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I mean…they may not have anything to do with the baby regardless
if they are or aren’t the father. I will not force that choice on
them.” He fiddled with the threads of his robe. “…But…out of
those three…I was in a four year long relationship with Qui-Gon
when the war ended it for us.” Obi-Wan whispered.

She leaned in and hugged him. “…You can get through this Obi-Wan,
I know you can. Also I’m looking forward to hearing Master Mace
react.”

“Gee…thanks.”

()()()

It was a calm morning on Coruscant.

People were milling around as they usually did. Making their lives as
best they could, rebuilding while they could in this fragile peace
that existed as wares that hadn’t been seen in years were suddenly
coming through the traders.

In the Temple of the Jedi order there was a quiet sort of tranquility
in existence even as Emergency Chancellor Amidala took office for the
day.

And then a roar broke the tranquility. “YOU’RE WHAT!?”

I don’t mind whichever AU this fits into cause tbh the world just needs more chubby soft obi-wan!!! Mesh this into anything u can we need this!!!

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EDIT: I AM SO SORRY!!! I posted to the wrong ask! DDDDX I was suppose to post this on another and I just noticed it was still in my inbox and Oh my gosh I am so sorry…if it any relief though, this Obi-Wan will be plushy and loved?

Obi-Wan was doing his best not to look at Bant, staring instead at a
very fascinating spot of cream colored white that didn’t fit in
with the rest of the room. Yes, that was much better to look at then
his gaping calamari friend.

Her shock and surprise was still itching its way through the Force
and Obi-Wan shifted. “I think I should g-”

“Oh no you don’t Master Kenobi!” Bant grabbed him by the
shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “What do you mean you don’t
KNOW?” She stared at him.

“I mean…there are…several…options…for…um…”

“There are several OPTIONS?” She blinked and looked down at
Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Are you telling me that you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,
who knows he’s a carrier, has had unprotected intercourse with more
then one person?” She looked like she wanted to either slap him or
laugh.

“…Three?” Obi-Wan offered weakly in return.

“Oh…Oh Obi-Wan, what in Force name did you…” She choose the
latter option and laughed, leaning back and rubbing her face.
“…Okay, you’re pregnant, these tests clearly show that the
hormone imbalance we found after your bacta treatment from Chancellor
Palpatine’s…crash…” She winced, both bowing their heads a bit
at the Chancellor’s unfortunate death. She soldiered on. “Are the
signs of a baby in its ninth week, all vitals indicate a strong baby.
So…who are the POTENTIAL fathers?”

The copper haired master squirmed a bit, rubbing the back of his
neck. “I…well…” He sighed and blew his breath out.
“…AnakinQui-GonBail.” He mumbled.

“…I am sorry, what was that?”

“I said…Anakin, Qui-Gon and Bail are the potentials.” Obi-Wan
buried his face in his hands.

“…Your former master and lover. Your old padawan and not to forget chosen one apparently. And a senator
that you once saved the life of… Oh Obi-Wan.” She cupped her own
cheek, arm crossed over her bosom as she stared at him, eyes wide yet
full of laughter. “You couldn’t make it easy on yourself.”

“No, I…look. I kind of…that is messed up. With Qui-Gon it
was…easy, familiar…”

Hands on his hips, gentle and knowing where the pressure was wanted,
safe haven in a war that had dragged on for three years. Exploring
texture of new scars and old ones alike. The smell of musk, clean
skin and tea.

“And when it comes to Anakin, well…I was just so damn happy we
were all alive.”

Demanding lips on his, hands cupping his ass, pushing him to the bed
as he eagerly tore at the others clothes in return. Engine oil and
the smell of a forest, noises muffled against the back of a hand only
for the hand to be pulled away and demands for the noises to be
heard.

“As for Bail…he had so much Alderaniaan wine. Like there was a
keg of wine, we drank it all together in celebration and I didn’t
bother to filter it and…well…”

Trying touches, reverently as if not believing they were actually
about to do what they were, experimental licks and slow kisses,
steady exploration in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Hands parting
his thighs eagerly but with care.

He flushed and rubbed the back of his neck at the memories.

“…Obi-Wan, this was all…consensual right?”

“What!?” Obi-Wan’s head snapped up to stare at her before
scowling. “Of course it was. I can quite easily kick any of these
threes asses should I wish.”

“I’m just making sure.” She waved her hands. “You do know you
don’t have to go through with this baby, yes?”

The copper haired master frowned at that then sighed. “No…I
admit, this wasn’t planned but…its… not excatly unwelcome.”
Obi-Wan looked down at his stomach and smiled faintly. “I
mean…there’s this strange peace and lull that seems to be
falling, after Dooku’s death, Grievous seems to have lost a lot of
steam.”

“So…what?”

“…So I’d like to stop being High General and just
be…Obi-Wan.” The other shrugged. “With no more responsibilities
then for what the little one might need. For food and warm and
safety…is that…weird?”

“No Obi-Wan, its not. But you do know you’ll have to inform the
council…or at least Master Yoda and Master Mace.” She grinned.
“And about the potential paternity…who would you like it to be
though?”

Obi-Wan blinked at that. Want it to be?

That was a difficult question when it could be any of them.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I mean…they may not have anything to do with the baby regardless
if they are or aren’t the father. I will not force that choice on
them.” He fiddled with the threads of his robe. “…But…out of
those three…I was in a four year long relationship with Qui-Gon
when the war ended it for us.” Obi-Wan whispered.

She leaned in and hugged him. “…You can get through this Obi-Wan,
I know you can. Also I’m looking forward to hearing Master Mace
react.”

“Gee…thanks.”

()()()

It was a calm morning on Coruscant.

People were milling around as they usually did. Making their lives as
best they could, rebuilding while they could in this fragile peace
that existed as wares that hadn’t been seen in years were suddenly
coming through the traders.

In the Temple of the Jedi order there was a quiet sort of tranquility
in existence even as Emergency Chancellor Amidala took office for the
day.

And then a roar broke the tranquility. “YOU’RE WHAT!?”

I am in love with your writing! Can I request some fluffy Quiobi mpreg please?

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There were not many reasons as to why the healers would forgive an
actual Jedi Master from bursting into the hallway and through the
Halls of Healing like a mini-hurricane.

The news that their pregnant bondmate was laid up in a bed in the
Halls after the shuttle he had been on went down with said mans
padawan, himself and a senator on was good enough reason to forgive
him. Thus no one tried to stop Qui-Gon Jinn as he tore through the
halls, tracking his bondmates Force signature.

He barely managed to skid to a stop when he came across Anakin, the
padawan looking forlorn and trampled as he sat on the chairs of the
hall. “Anakin!”

The blonds head snapped up, a bacta bandage on his cheek. “Master
Qui-Gon.” He struggled to stand and Qui-Gon quickly placed his
hands on the teenagers shoulders, forcing him to remain sitting. “No,
stay sitting. Just tell me where Obi-Wan is.”

“In there.” The padawan nodded towards the emergency healing
room. “They…They took him away and were treating him and…”
The blond swallowed heavily before burying himself in Qui-Gon’s
stomach. “They told me to stay here.”

Qui-Gon swallowed his panic and released it into the Force. “Have
they looked at you?”

“Superficial injuries mostly. I broke leg but they fixed it. And I
got some internal bruising but…but I’m good.” Came Anakin’s
muffled voice.

“Good…Good…did…did you get a good look at Obi-Wan?”

“…No…but there was a lot of blood.” Anakin whispered,
clenching his hands into the others tunic.

Well that amped up Qui-Gon’s anxiety. He took a deep breath to
release emotions into the Force again. “Trust in the Force Anakin,
and in our healers. Obi-Wan will be alright.”

()()()

“I’m going to be alright you know.” Obi-Wan offered quietly,
the IV drip still attached to his hand as he sat on their couch.

“Tell me that once the bruises fade.” Qui-Gon tucked the blanket
more around the copper haired man. “It was nice of Che to let you
out of the Halls to our quarters.”

“She told me that you and Anakin were sulking around and she
couldn’t get you to leave and that was why she was letting me go
since I was healed as good as I could and as long as I limited action
and movements I would be fine as would our little one.” Qui-Gon
settled down behind Obi-Wan at that and wrapped his arms around the
others waist, resting his hands on the others stomach, stroking
lightly.

“…You really scared me. I could hear you screaming out in our
bond.” Qui-Gon whispered against the others still bandaged temple.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“No, I mean…I was just so worried.” Qui-Gon sighed and held on
a bit tighter. “For a moment I honestly thought I’d lose all
three of you. That…I lost much Obi-Wan, if I lost all of you in one
fell swoop I do not know how I would continue onward.” He murmured.

“That’s not good Qui-Gon.”

“I know. But I love you. I love Anakin and I love our child. To
lose the bond we now have would shatter me I think but I could manage
with Anakin. I could find a way even when missing you.” Qui-Gon
kissed the others neck softly and held him close, tenderly stroking
his stomach. “I’m glad you prevailed though, I’m glad our child
prevailed and I’m glad Anakin walked away with only minor
injuries.”

“Well…it must make you happy to know that the Council is pulling
me of active mission roosters then.”

“They are? Good.” Qui-Gon sighed then smiled against Obi-Wan’s
neck, settling in the faint glow of their bond and the sensation of
just holding his copper haired imp. He smiled even wider when
Obi-Wan’s hands joined his, lacing their fingers together slowly
though the one with the IV drip was a bit stiffer.

Could we get some more of the JangoObiWan mpreg with the clones reactions please? Like would they freak out at every little thing? Start carrying around baby books so they’re prepared for anything? Try to baby proof everywhere?

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“Rex!” Cody smacked into the other man, sending both barreling to
the muddy ground in a tumble of caf, armor and mud.

“Cody for kriff’s sake, why did yo-”

“The General’s pregnant!” Cody spat out mud then stared at the
other man. “He’s kriffing pregnant and Jango’s the dad and I
don’t know what to do what are we suppose to do!?” The usually
calm as a cucumber commander was babbling.

And then Rex realized what the man had just said.

“Wait, hold the taun taun, General Kenobi’s pregnant? I…he’s
a man!”

“Little gods, Rex, the Force thing, bond thingy! I don’t know, I
don’t care, he’s pregnant and Jango threaten to shave my head if
he got hurt when he returns to the field.” Cody hissed.

“Wait, he’s returning.
Here?
To the front lines!?”

The
two stared at each other, the implication rummaging around Rex head. Pregnant Jedi on the kriffing front lines.

“Oh mother of Koth.”

With that they both got to their
feet to warn the troops. Because this was not a good situation.

()()()()()()

Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, trying not to burst out laughing before he slowly turned to
his bond-mate. “What…in Force name…did you tell Cody?” He
settled on.

Jango shrugged slightly. “Not
much.”

“He threatened to shave his
head!” Waxer yelled out.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help it, he
dropped his head into his hands and started laughing until he was red
and breathless.

“I’m impressed they managed
to get enough pillow to pave a trail to the tents.” Anakin offered
beside him, stroking his chin slowly with a bemused smile.