An alternative fate

An alternative fate

At eight months and fourteen days pregnant Anakin was ready to bite the head off of the next person whom looked at him in the wrong way. Wotto especially was on dangerous ground with the young Jedi master. Anakin had decided one way or another, Wotto would not survive to see next year, that Anakin could and would grantee.

This in return made Obi-wan cringe. He could sense the murderous rage building up inside his husband every time Wotto would make some wise assed crack. He knew it was only a matter of time before Wotto met the same fate as that of Dooku.

And Obi-wan had no intentions of stopping his husband, he had slaved his Ani and his mother in law. No Obi-wan felt Wotto had earned more then earned what was coming to him. He felt it was a pity that the right to slaughter that flea bitten scum belonged to his husband, as Wotto too had unwittingly gotten under Obi-wan’s skin also.

Force even Luke and Sirius were ready to cause him some serious harm, and they were only little boys. And the fact he’d earned Leia’s disgust had to be saying something. If Anakin didn’t get him, then he sensed Dorme, Sabe and Moira would definitely try.

Anakin was currently sat between Obi-wan’s legs as he grumpily dozed, his head using Obi-wan’s chest as a pillow. Anakin was merely two weeks away from going into labour. The council had been informed and told of how Anakin was progressing, and that they would be informed after the babies were born.

The council had insisted they weren’t to travel until Anakin had had a month to recover after giving birth. They were informed of the extra passengers that would be accompanying them. Mace and Yoda agreed that it was fine and the council did not object. They then wished them luck and hopped the force was with them.

That night Anakin Moved around uncomfortably, more so then normal, Moira had warned him that he may not go the full nine months, seeing as this was not your regular kind of pregnancy. Anakin did not like the sound of that, after all Padme had been two weeks early also. And they all knew what had happened to her.

Moira explained to Anakin, that that was different, that because Padme had been attacked so near to the end of her pregnancy and she being such a petite woman, that she had been weakened, weakened to the point where child birth had been enough to kill her.

Anakin whimpered as the pain in his back and lower stomach started to come more frequently and sharper. Obi-wan having sensed his husband’s discomfort had awaked out of a light sleep. He had been sleeping a lot less lately, due to the fact Anakin was finding it difficult to sleep and Obi-wan had been sensing that down their bond.

Obi-wan rubbed Anakin’s back and whispered soothingly “ok Ani love, take it easy.” He sent as much soothing and calming feelings down their bond as he could, before Anakin melted into his arms. Anakin and Obi-wan lay their quietly just waiting for something, anything to happen.

And sure enough fifteen minutes later Anakin let out a startled yelp and clutched Obi-wan’s hand. Obi-wan suddenly had a feeling that he knew what was happening he asked soothingly “Ani love, how often are you getting the pain and where does it seem to be the worst?”

Anakin gasped out as soon as the pain subsided “oh force Obi-wan, it keeps happening every fifteen minutes so far, it star off at every twenty minutes. And that was less then an hour ago. The pain is in my lower back and my lower stomach mainly, the pain is worse in my stomach.”

Obi-wan nodded to him self, yes most definitely, Anakin was very much in the early stages of labour. He wouldn’t need to inform Moira or Shmi until Anakin’s waters broke. He sat back and continued to comfort his husband in the cradle of his arms, until Anakin was being riddled with actual contractions every ten minutes.

It was on the next contraction that Anakin’s waters finally did brake. It was then that Obi-wan banged on the wall, alerting Shmi whose room was on the other side of the wall. She came moments later, her hair tangled by sleep. She was dressed in a white night dress and dark dressing gown.

She spotted Anakin immediately and quickly ran into the other room and picked up a broom and opened her front door and banged the stick of the broom against the door. It was a signal both Shmi and Moira had created so one could alert the other when there were any problems with Anakin.

Shmi had trained with Moira over the past five months on how to be a mid wife, and perform an emergency operation during labour and how to deliver a baby. She was going to assist Moira in delivering her grandchildren. Besides it was decided she would need a job when she returned to Courscant with the others.

And Obi-wan had spoken to the council and had arranged for Shmi to work along side Moira in the medical bay at the Jedi temple, only she would strictly be delivering babies only. Seeing as more female Jedi were having babies these days, since the council agreed to allow Jedi to Marry and Bond with each other, but not Padawan’s, you had to have been knighted before hand.

A few moments later after grabbing her robe, Moira came out of the house carrying a black leather bag with her equipment in it. She asked Shmi “is it time?” Shmi nodded and replied “yes, I think so, when I went in there after Obi-wan had alerted me it appeared as if his waters had already broken.”

Moira’s eyes widened “how long as he been in labour?” Shmi shook her head and replied “I honestly have no idea; I came and got you right after I’d seen what state Ani was in.” Moira nodded and followed Shmi in doors. She then followed Shmi to Anakin’s old child hood room, where he had been staying for the last six months.

When she arrived she immediately noticed the sheets were soaked and Anakin appeared to be on the brink of forgetting it was against his nature to swear in front of a lady. Moira took out her data pad out of her bag, and activated it and discovered it was half past three in the morning.

She turned to Anakin who looked serious unhappy as he lay back against Obi-wan. She asked him “ok Ani; tell me when did this first start?” Anakin grimaced as he replied “about four hours ago, I at first thought it was just the usual aches and pains I’ve been getting from being kicked by the quads.

But then it began to get worse and become more like agony instead of shaper twinges towards the fourth hour. And I noticed instead of being constantly like normal, the pain was happening on and off every twenty minutes, then most recently every ten minutes. My waters broke less then ten minutes ago.”

Moira nodded and replied “right well, you should be ready to be put under so we can operate when the contractions are less then a minute apart in between. If your progressing as fast as you said you are, then you should be ready to operate on with in the next two hours at the most, maybe less.

But in the time being, we needed to get you out of that bed and change the sheets and blanket’s, and get you into a set of clean under wear, Shmi can you please take care of the bed?” Shmi nodded.

Moira turned to Obi-wan “Obi-wan can you help Anakin changed, while I go into the front room and set up my portable operating table?” Obi-wan nodded and helped Anakin out of the bed and led him into the bathroom.