Fandom: Star Wars
Written For: fanfic50
Prompt: #029 Wake
Characters: Obi-Wan, Padmé
Word Count: 940
Summary: Obi-Wan awakes to his pregnant wife, and ruminates on life, the Force, and his impending fatherhood.
Author’s Notes: I seem to be writing a lot of Obidala lately. Very AU, and based on the timelines and plots in my personal roleplaying journal, naboosenator. Cute, but I sort of got lost halfway through the fic and had to muddle my way back to what I was trying to say. And I cannot believe I forgot that quote of Qui-Gon’s I used near the end. I had to go hunting through old RPing transcripts for it. *facepalm* Just of note, I'm not sure how much fic I'll be writing in the next couple days -- I'm kind of occupied with studying and finishing off my last few assignments. I may post if I get struck by inspiration.
He could sense her even before he woke. She was always present nowadays, her aura in the Force as bright and clear as a summer’s day. He loved knowing she was right next to him, that he could reach out and touch her, stroke her perfect skin and touch her cheek and make her laugh and kiss her. She made him whole.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes, and there lay Padmé, sprawled out beside him, her expansive belly bursting through her nightgown. He could not help but smile whenever he saw it. His child was in there. The child they had created, out of love for each other. Her stomach grew a little more each day, and although she often complained that being large made it difficult to move around, he loved her all the more for it.
He placed his hand gently on her belly, feeling the strong kicks of their baby. He put his hand there about a thousand times each day, but the sensations never got old to him. This was something he never thought he’d experience, so he intended to take every moment of it for what it was. A gift.
A soft hand landed on his, and he looked up to see Padmé watching him intently, a small smile on her face. He blushed, entwining his fingers with hers. “She’s really kicking.”
Padmé laughed. “You think I don’t feel it?”
“No – of course not – I mean, of course you do, I just –”
She was grinning even more widely now. “It’s amazing how you still stammer around me, even if we’ve been married for almost a year now. You’re like a teenage boy on a first date.”
“I am not!” he said indignantly, aware all the time that he was blushing more and more.
Padmé gently stroked his beard. “You are. You’re cute when you blush, has anyone ever told you that?”
“So are you,” Obi-Wan whispered, and leaned in for a kiss. It was broken only by their mutual need for breath and by a loud gasp from Padmé.
“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes,” she said, panting a little to recover her breath and resting a hand on her stomach. “That was a hard kick. She booted me right in the ribs.”
Obi-Wan draped an arm around her, pulling her close. “I’m sorry she hurts you. But she certainly has those strong Kenobi genes,” he added with a smirk.
Padmé gave him a swat. “Then why don’t you carry her around all day and let her kick you in the ribs and get a sore back? I’d be more than willing.”
“You’re right, it isn’t exactly fair,” he admitted. “Women get a pretty raw deal. With men it’s basically Press Here For Pleasure.”
She laughed again, and he delighted in the tinkly sound. “But then we women get to make our husbands change all the diapers later. So we get our revenge.”
Obi-Wan wanted to stay there forever, holding hands and laughing with her. He wanted to forget that their previous life had ever existed, forget that his former apprentice had married her, forget that Anakin had turned to the dark side and Force-choked her and …
He shook his head to clear the unpleasant memories, and Padmé pulled him closer.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, ever perceptive. “You look like you’re in another galaxy.”
“Not another galaxy,” Obi-Wan sighed. “Another lifetime. A lifetime long ago, where we were so different. And Anakin –”
His voice caught, and she kissed him softly.
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “That was a different lifetime. We have to remember it, but we also have to treasure the present.” Padmé rested a soft hand on her belly. “I remember him every day. I cry for him at night. But I don’t let that distract me from right now. From all we’ve got to hope for.”
The baby gave a kick that was visible through Padmé’s nightgown, and they both chuckled.
“She doesn’t want to be forgotten for long,” Obi-Wan remarked. “I’m sure she’ll be the same when she’s born.”
Padmé, ever restless in her large form, shifted positions. “That will be soon, I think. At least if my back’s hurting is any indication. It did the same thing right before the twins were born.”
He moved behind her, gently supporting her and massaging her back. “So … within the next day?”
Obi-Wan had tried not to betray how nervous this thought made him, but Padmé saw it anyway. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. No one will be trying to hurt me, and I’m not going to nearly perish. I promise.”
He rubbed a little harder, feeling a knot of tension. “I love you. That’s why I’m concerned.”
“And that’s what makes you, you.” Padmé smiled, reclining in his arms. “Everything will be okay. And that … feels wonderful. Thank you.”
He liked knowing that he made her happy. He liked knowing that he could make her feel good. He liked being beside her, feeling the aura that she and the baby presented in the Force. He liked all of that, but what he liked most of all was knowing that the future was bright as a summer’s day, and stable. He wanted not to forget the past, but to remember it respectfully, not to let the horrible memories they both suffered from time to time take over.
“Until the possible becomes actual, it is only a distraction.” How many times had his old Master said that? Obi-Wan knew that was what he must heed, and he resolved to do that, as best he could.