Continuation of Father Sheev, please? I know you thought it was too early awhile ago, but maybe obi-wan’s a carrier? I mean, Sheev didn’t exactly know much about his mother. that could certainly help facilitate anakin’s eventual fall, especially if sheev is oh so supportive of his son and now son in law in comparison of the jedi council with everything
Pressing his hand
to his stomach, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily as he tried to smile for
the cameras and the gathered Senator’s of the Republic.
It was a banquet,
it was suppose to show good morale, that they would continue the
effort to solve the war and wouldn’t give in to the CIS, he
couldn’t…
“Obi-Wan?”
Sheev was standing by his side, gently touching his elbow with a deep
frown on his face. “Are you alright son, you look green…” He
trailed off, frown deepening as Obi-Wan must be turning even greener
as he watched.
“I’m fine.”
Obi-Wan swallowed again, trying to release the queasy sensation but
that only made it worse. Oh Force even the light was making him
nauseous.
“Well maybe we
should excuse you from this gathering. We are only appearing as moral
support anyhow and my appearance should be enough.” Sheev
continued, his voice lower so not to attract too much attention.
It was enough that
quite a few Senator’s seemed to be leaning in to hear from them.
They didn’t need
the media catching on too as they trailed the walls of the grand
ballroom they were using for the gathering.
About to answer as
a serving droid passed, Obi-Wan got a whiff of the fragrant Nabooean
cuisine they were serving.
And promptly had to
rush for one of the knee height vase painted in delicate shades of
green and blue with colorful feathers in it for decorations, chunking
up his stomach into it with his knees on the floor as everything he
had eaten that day left him.
‘Well, that’s
going to make one hell of a media shot for the tabloids to mess
around with.’ He thought hysterically as he heard Sheev shout for
someone to get a damn medic.
Oh, he could
already imagine the headlines already. ‘Stress getting to the
Chancellor’s son! Is the position of leadership too much!?’ With
Obi-Wan on his knees in his fancy robes, chucking up into an
expensive vase.
Fuck everything
today.
()()()
Ensuring his cabin
was sealed, Anakin pulled his comm from his belt with a deep frown on
his face as Obi-Wan rarely called earlier. Something he normally
never did outside of their schedule as they normally tried to be as
careful as possible to avoid letting people catch on…
Well for the most
part.
But this time
Obi-Wan had called eight times in the last two hours.
Something had
happened.
And Anakin was sore
and tired, the last campaign had dragged on for far too long, there
was mud in places Anakin only ever wished sweat to be, his muscles
screamed with pain but at least Ahsoka was sleeping if the bond
between them was right.
And Rex had charge
of the bridge which meant that Anakin use as much time as he wished
to speak to Obi-Wan.
It only took two
rings before Obi-Wan answered, his hair pulled into a fuzzy bun and
wearing Anakin’s tunic.
He looked antsy.
“Hi there love.”
He smiled softly, trying to assure his worries since Obi-Wan was at
least comfortable.
Obi-Wan gave him a
wane smile. “Ani, dear one… I’m sorry. I just… I have news.”
Obi-Wan finally said.
‘He’s
stuttering. He doesn’t stutter, my Obi-Wan doesn’t get nervous or
stuttery.’ Sitting down on the bunk while staring at him in return,
Anakin nodded. “I’m listening.” He promised.
Watching as Obi-Wan
licked his lips, Anakin’s hand tightened on the comm, wishing he
was on Coruscant to assure the other.
“…Anakin, I’m
pregnant.” Obi-Wan whispered.
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