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I love your writing and am somewhat addicted to this tumblr, I must confess. One of my favorites was mpreg Obi-Wan with baby daddy Jango. Wondering if you’d be interested in writing something with Boba — him sitting with Obi-Wan to feel the baby kick? And perhaps Boba feels inferior because he’s a clone and now a natural born kid is on the way, and Obi-Wan and/or Jango shut that thought down with love and fluff and of course you belong to us just as much as this new baby does. Thank you!

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Pretending not to notice Boba’s hesitation, Obi-Wan carefully sat
down with his milk and his datapad and focused on it. Sometimes it
was easy to handle Boba, tell him to come to you and give him a hug.

Other times you had to give him time and let him come to you on his
own.

This was one of those.

It was obvious the child was uncertain when it came to the baby.
Jango had already told Obi-Wan to take it easy on Boba if the child
acted out of character, not that he really had to tell the Jedi.

He smiled when Boba finally crawled in beside him on the couch and
looked to him, finding those familiar amber eyes focused on the
slight swell of Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Boba?”

“Can I touch? Like dad does?” Boba peeked up at him then back at
the swell.

“Of course.” Obi-Wan sat the glass and pad on the coffee table,
shifting so Boba could sit on Obi-Wan’s lap instead of beside him.
The pre teen carefully placed his hands on the swell, staring at it
as if he expected the baby to somehow move.

“…Its only three and a half months old Boba. It won’t be
arriving for another five or six. Or moving around for one or two.” The Jedi stroked the soft fluffy
hair slowly.

“Dad said they’d have to cut the baby out of you.” He mumbled
in return, biting his lips. “Am I still going to live with you and
dad when it arrives?”

Obi-Wan blinked then wrapped his arms around Boba. “You are Jango’s
first child, of course you will.”

“But I didn’t…I was cloned.”

“And Jango wanted you so much that he asked for you. He asked for
you because he wanted to raise a wonderful child and he got you and
he is so proud of you. I am too.”

“But I’m not a Jedi.”

“No, but you are turning out to be one hell of a Bounty hunter. Not
that I approve of Jango bringing you along for those.” Obi-Wan
offered dryly before squeezing the other to him tightly.

There was a slight giggle against his shoulder. “You got mad at
dad.”

“Not mad, worried. I care about you.” Obi-Wan countered, nuzzling
the soft hair under his head.

“…Oh.”

There was a flash of both embarrassment and utter pleasure going
through the young lads aura.

“But as for the baby…think about everything you can teach them.
You will be the older brother after all.”

“…I can teach them to hold a blaster!”

“…Well yes, there is that.” Obi-Wan smiled in bemused pleasure.
At least the other seemed to be warming up to the coming arrival though Obi-Wan was sure they’d have to assure Boba more in the future.

mpreg Obi-Wan with baby daddy Jango? I love your stories!

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There was a slight bump.

Barely noticeable even to someone who knew.

But Jango could feel it under his palm as his Jedi finally rested
peacefully in bed. Obi-Wan had been a knot of nerves all day, obvious
only to himself and perhaps Skywalker after he had come from the
temple healers.

But the councilor hadn’t stopped his tasks for that reason, had
shouldered on through the day under Jango’s watchful eyes as the
bounty hunter caught a glimpse of the man every time the doors
opened. The lifebond between them meant that he could come and go in
the Jedi temple as he wished to though most Jedi’s disliked that.

Not that they could do anything about it. Obi-Wan was his name and
Jango belonged to him in return, him and Boba.

And now this little spark.

Jango grinned and stroked the gentle curving bump of Obi-Wan’s
stomach.

Of all the things he thought would come from this strange lifebond
thing with Obi-Wan Kenobi, a baby was the last thing he would have
guessed. But now that he knew, now that it was already fifteen weeks
old, nothing could change it.

Obi-Wan had been removed from active duty, would not leave the temple
for any dangerous missions. Temple work. Peaceful work, the baby safe
inside of the man he loved.

“I can hear your brain working.” Obi-Wan mumbled tiredly and
Jango pressed himself closer against the others pale back while
pushing his knees into the others legs, kissing a freckled covered
shoulder.

“Sorry. I was just…thinking about the ik’aad.”

“The baby will still be there in the morning.” Obi-Wan yawned but
Jango could tell the other was smiling.

“You still should have told me the moment you learned instead of
waiting and making yourself into a bundle of nerves.” Jango nuzzled
the back of the others neck slowly while gently rubbing the curved
stomach.

“It wasn’t exactly something I expected to happen.” Obi-Wan
huffed, to tired to argue. “The logistic of this is…the only
thing I can get to fit is Anakin’s conception at the hands of the
Force and the healer confirmed you’re the baby’s genetic match.”

“Better damn be. You may be a Jedi but you’re mine just as much as
you belong to the Force.” Jango grumbled. “Only sharing you with
it because I have to.”

“You do know the Force is what created our bond, right?” Obi-Wan
asked dryly.

“So?” Jango smirked against the copper haired mans shoulder as
the other huffed a laugh, amused by his mando’s possessiveness.

I’m not usually for Mpreg but I do like what you’ve written, it’s so fluffy and cute and I like it. Maybe a bit more, please ? Overprotective Anakin and clones on the battlefield ? (Or what if the baby is, you know, babiES.)

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“No.”

“Anakin
be reso-”

“No.
Ashoka, sit on him. Make sure he doesn’t try to leave the tent.”
Anakin glared at his master and Obi-Wan glared back.

“Ashoka,
tell your master he’s being a very unreasonable.”

“Actually
Master Obi-Wan…I agree with him, you really shouldn’t be leading
this charge.” The togruta offered.

“Not
you too! I am n-”

“You’re
pregnant!”

“I’m
just in my third month!”

“You
were throwing up all last day! You can barely eat the rations as it
is and living on tea is not good for the babies!”

“I
kno-wait, babies!?” Obi-Wan yelped, sitting up more.

Anakin
crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Babies. Two, I can
tell, feel them. You didn’t know?” He raised his eyebrows at the
others stunned face.

“…Sweet
Force. One sounded difficult enough.” Obi-Wan scrubbed his face
with his hands. “Look, Anakin, how about a compromise? I will not
lead the charge but I can follow behind with the secondary team?”
He looked up at his former padawan, raising his eyebrows.

“…Both
Cody and Rex are staying with you. And Waxer and Boil…and Kix.”
Anakin pressed his lips togheter.

“You
just named five of the most protective clones you could that’s on
planet didn’t you.”

“Oh
big time. And if something happened both Cody and Rex would want to
be there and Kix would know what to do while Waxer and Boil protected
everyone. And we are going right to Coruscant after this mess is done
and you are going in front of the council.”

“I
told Cody and Rex that I would when I started showing!”

“You
are showing! A lot, you can’t get most of your armor on anymore
eve-Obi-Wan, why are your eyes growing watery? Master?”

“I’m
not that big yet!”

“Ah!
Don’t start crying!”

Love your blog! I’ve recently been seeing your prompts on my dash and I finally went to check it out. So cool! If I could ask, I would love to see more from pregnant!Obi-Wan. I feel like Rex and Cody would be a bit fussy and worry warts haha.

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“I’m
barely even showing you two!” Obi-Wan hissed at the two clones, who
traded looks before shrugging. “So? Its going to become a issue
eventually, you’re going to have to tell someone up the command about
this, or at least General Skywalker so he knows not to send you out
everywhere or include you in his…” Rex hesitated but Cody
finished the sentence. “Crazy plans vod, your general is crazy and
we all know it, there’s no shame in admitting it.” He soothed.

Rex
glared at Cody before sighing and nodding. “What he said.”

Obi-Wan
grumbled. “Still, this is quite enough. I can still move freely.”
He gestured to where his feet were settled into softer boots then
normal, having no desire to know how Cody even managed to find a pair
his size in such nice conditions.

“Kix
gave us a run through of what to expect. And if you’re not going to
look after yourself and the little one, then we have to.” Cody
shifted closer and tucked the other against his side. Rex copied his
move on the other side of the couch, gently stroking the slight swell
of the stomach. “What Cody said. We can’t help but worry.”

“…If
it gives you both peace of mind…I’ll talk to at least Anakin, but
until I start showing properly and I have issues getting into my
armor, I will not be telling the council just yet.” Obi-Wan
grumbled.

“But
you’ll still be on the front lines.” Cody argued.

“And
with Anakin knowing, and more then likely also Ahsoka then, I will be
more safe then ever. He’s a fussy worry pot about the people he cares
for.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“…Alright,
lets say we agree, you WILL tell the council the moment you start
being unable to hide it?” Rex frowned at him, running his fingers
through the others hair.

“Yes
Rex.”

“We’ll
hold you to that promise.” Cody grumbled.

“I
know you will Cody.”

“Stubborn
Jedi.”