An alternative fate

An alternative fate


Two moths had past and Anakin, who was now five months pregnant was glowing he looked beautiful, not forgetting to mention also huge. But naturally mentioning that wasn’t wise, when said huge person was a Jedi master, and an highly emotional and tempered Jedi master, an master with a very dangerous lightsabre capable of swiping your head off of your shoulders clean.

Kris and Anakin’s other friends had found out merely a month after Anakin and the others had arrived. To say his friends had been stunned would have been a dire understatement, try seriously gob smacked. The girls had come to love the sight of Anakin’s rounded stomach while they guys would wince in sympathy.

Luckily for Luke he had improved on his sabre techniques brilliantly. He thankfully was natural swords man like his father. So Luke had not found him self on the receiving end of his fathers and masters wrath during training.

Leia had taken to happily laying with her head on her father’s stomach whenever she was sleepy and was getting ready for bed. She would often full a sleep in that position. Anakin would shake his head in amusement and run his fingers through his daughter soft locks.

Luke and Leia absolutely loved their grandmother, but disliked Wotto greatly. Obi-wan and Shmi had taken an instant liking to each other, and got on incredibly well together.

Shmi and Obi-wan would often sit around with something to drink and would talk for hours about some of his and Anakin’s past mission or the more remembered moments, where something had gone hilariously wrong.

Luke and Sirius had become closer friends. They were practically un-separable; they even trained together with their masters. They also shared a room together. In other words they were practically joined at the hip. Anakin and Obi-wan were pleased with this, they just had no idea how close or strong that bond would develop in the near future.

Anakin and Obi-wan were often attending appointments and medicals with Moira and having scans done. Moira had confirmed the babies were extremely healthy and that she could easily inform them of each baby’s gender. Naturally Anakin and Obi-wan had wanted to wait until they were born.

They had already begun to look through a book of baby names. But both Jedi sensed they would not need the book. Anakin had suggested Qui-Gon for a boy, in tribute to the man who brought them together. Or Kaden, a male name Anakin had always been particularly fond of. For girls he liked Cordana or Kara.

Obi-wan suggest Padme or Shim for girl’s names. Padme as a tribute to Anakin’s wife and the mother of Luke and Leia, that there should be another Padme. And Shmi in honour of Anakin’s mother and the children’s grandmother. As for boys he suggested Nile or Kai.

In the end after many disagreements and arguments Dorme suggested that Anakin was to choose the names of the boys if any of them did happen to be males. And Sabe suggested Obi-wan to chose the girls names. At least then they would have an equal compromise, then they would have chosen the names for two of their children each. Simple and fare Shim had added. So at least each father would have their children called by two of the names they had liked, Moira had explained.

Anakin and Obi-wan conceded and agreed Anakin would name any sons they had, and Obi-wan would name their daughters, if they had any.

Anakin was still itching to decapitate Wotto, as he continued to make fun of Anakin, claiming he must be a mixture of both of their pathetic human life forms. Anakin would bristle each and every time he made some sly comment or other. And each and every time, Obi-wan or Kris and Remi had to hold him back.

Anakin had vowed before he left Tatooine, Wotto would no longer be living or breathing; he’d be a mere corpse. Kris had joked and asked “so if you do decapitate Wotto, do you fancy taking us four with you back to Courscant, as we’ve got no living family here, after the Tusken’s attack ten years back?”

Anakin and Obi-wan had agreed if they were willing and ready when they were due to leave in four months time, then yes they could come with them and relocate to Courscant if they so wished to do so. Anakin had also vowed his mother would be freed and also relocating to Courscant with them one way or another, no matter what.

Currently Anakin was sitting on the wall in the court yard. He winced when he felt the familiar kicking of one of the quads or even all four of them. He had come accustomed to such a feeling over the last three weeks. It was rather annoying when you were trying to sleep at night.

Anakin chuckled and spoke to his stomach “hey settled down in there you lot, I’ve just been to the toilet, and I definitely don’t have any desire to go again.” He turned when he heard Obi-wan chuckled from behind him. Anakin mock scowled and then grimaced when he was treated to another kick to his bladder and the side of his lower stomach.

Obi-wan, he was carrying the latest concoction Anakin was craving at that moment. He handed the bowl to Anakin with a revolted grimace. And settled himself behind Anakin on the wall and began to rub his lower back and lower stomach in soothing circles. Anakin leaned his head back on Obi-wan’s chest and groaned appreciatively.

He planted a kiss on Obi-wan’s mouth before he began to eat, knowing his husband strictly and down right stubbornly refused to allow him any where near his mouth after he’d been near his usually gross craved concoctions.

Anakin took a big bite of his pasta and salmon and spicy dressing, a spicy dressing that should never even dared to be mixed with any fish products. Anakin smacked his lips over dramatically, causing Obi-wan to rip up with laughter and burry his face in Anakin’s hair and cringe in revulsion.

Anakin belched and moaned unhappily at the heart burn he was suddenly plagued with. He looked up at his husband pitifully and pouted, as Obi-wan sighed and rolled his eyes and began to rub Anakin’s back until the younger man resettled and began to eat once more.

Obi-wan commented “Ani love I don’t understand, it is obviously what your eating that is causing your heart burn and discomfort, but still you insist upon continuing to eat it just the same.” Anakin rolled his eyes and replied moodily “yeah and, what’s your point. It tastes good, and you’re here to help ease my heart burn. If you’ve got a problem Kenobi you can always sleep outside here.” Anakin complained as his eyes started to fill with tears.

Obi-wan sighed inwardly at Anakin’s typical mood swings, oh how lovely indeed. Obi-wan kissed the side of Anakin’s head and replied soothingly “no love, I’ve not got any problems, you just continue to eat.” Anakin snapped “Obi-wan Kenobi don’t you dare patronise me.”

Obi-wan’s mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry land gasping for air. Naturally Anakin being Anakin took his well suited revenge in his opinion of course, and took a spoon full of his nasty concoction and rammed it into Obi-wan open mouth.

The reaction was immediate Obi-wan balked, and started to turn green in revulsion. Obi-wan quickly bolted off the wall and ran into the hut styled house and proceeded to empty his guts into the toilet.

Anakin on the other hand continued to sit on the wall and cackle in delighted glee, and had the expression mirroring that of a cat that ate the canary. Anyone who had been around at the time would have sworn they’d seen Anakin blow off a proverbial feather of his lip.