Unification Part Deux
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,083
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Four
A few months later…
Acaciah rocked Aiden gently as she nursed him. She was pensive tonight, Anakin thought. “You’re thinking of Obi-Wan again, aren’t you?” He asked.
Acaciah sighed. “Yes,” she admitted aloud. “Papa would want to see Aiden.”
“He’s not going to come here,” Anakin said. “He’s got too much pride.”
“I know,” Acaciah replied. “Perhaps we should go to him instead.”
“What will that accomplish?”
“He is our family, Anakin. He raised me; we should at least offer him a place here.” She paused, gauging his reaction. “He would be happier here, I know it. It might be easier to do without you, though.”
“He’ll ask you to stay,” Anakin said.
“And I will say no,” Acaciah answered. “But at least we’d be speaking.”
Anakin assented. “Go then, darling. If it makes you happy, I am all for it.” He looked thoughtful a moment, and suddenly he grinned. “Ask him to come to the Heir’s Bing ing ceremony!”
Acaciah beamed. “That’s perfect, Anakin!”
***
They departed with Aiden for Coruscant the next day, Anakin dropping Acaciah and Aiden off at the Temple before going to their large apartment. When she arrived, Acaciah found Obi-Wan in the Temple Archives, mulling over a holocron. He turned from it slowly, his expression one of veiled disbelief.
“Acaciah?” he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes, Papa!” she exclaimed, embracing him.
Obi-Wan looked her over. She wore F sty style robes in Sakarté heraldry of emerald and gold. Her hair was longer now, and hung to the middle of her back. It was pinned away from her face with delicate crystal combs, a gift from Anakin, no doubt, Obi-Wan concluded. “You look well,” he said aloud.
“I have a surprise for you,” Acaciah said, pushing the shield back on the hovercrib. Aiden yawned and stretched, then waved his little arms and kicked away his blanket. “I thought you’d want to see your grandson,” she said, passing Aiden to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan took the bundle; Aiden reached up and rubbed his beard, giggling at its rough texture. “Hello Aiden,” he said. Aiden was Anakin’s baby, without a doubt, Obi-Wan reflected, tracing the dimple in his chin. They were silent a moment.
“Papa,” Acaciah said. “I wanted you to meet Aiden, but I wanted to apologize as well. I am not sorry that I married Anakin but I am sorry how we went about it; that we left without a proper goodbye. I was angry that youer ter told me about the true prophecy; I wanted you to be as upset as I was.”
“You succeeded admirably.” Obi-Wan answered. “And now you live amongst your mother’s people-who never raised you or loved you when you were a child yourself.”
“I like my home, I love my mother, and I loou tou too,” Acaciah replied. “I would like Aiden to know both of you.”
“And does Anakin feel the same?”
“Yes, actually he does. He didn’t come today because you two seem to get a bad case of foot-in-mouth when you’re around each other. I thought it best for you and me to talk alone.”
“And how is Anakin?”
“He’s Anakin…brilliant and self-assured to a fault, as always.”
“You two haven’t had a major argument then,” Obi-Wan concluded.
“No,” Acaciah grinned. “I’m related to half the nobles by blood or marriage; Ani’s not stupid.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “No, I should think not.” He looked at her a moment. “You’re not coming back to the Order,” he said, sadly.
Acaciah put her arm around him. “No, Papa. The Vitas is calling me in a different direction.”
Obi-Wan looked resigned. “So be it,” he said.
“I have something I want to give you,” Acaciah said, drawing an embossed card from her pack.
Obi-Wan opened it and read:
Most HonoraMastMaster Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi:
You are cordially invited to the High Temple of Parthenia to celebrate Lady Miriam Sakarté’s Blessing of the Heirs, Acaciah & Anakin Skywalker on Favistad Eve. The new Lord and Lady Sakarté will host a reception after the running of the Gauntlet and the inauguration. Your presence is most desired.
~Acaciah Skywalker, Daughter of Sakarté
“She is naming you the new Lady Sakarté?” Obi-Wan smiled.
“Yes, Papa, will you come? It would mean so much to me!”
“I will come, Acaciah,” he replied.
“Thank you, Papa!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “I have one other thing for you; it’s from Mama,” she said, handing him one last letter. “She was showing me pictures of the two of you when you were young; you were quite handsome!” she winked at Obi-Wan.
He opened the letter and promptly shut it back. “Perhaps I should read this one in private,” he said, turning a little pink beneath his beard.
Acaciah lad. d. “I have to go, Papa, I’ll see you on Favistad Eve!” she kissed him on the cheek and put Aiden back in the crib. “Mama said she’d have your room ready,” she teased, and Obi-Wan smiled a little as she walked away.
Acaciah rocked Aiden gently as she nursed him. She was pensive tonight, Anakin thought. “You’re thinking of Obi-Wan again, aren’t you?” He asked.
Acaciah sighed. “Yes,” she admitted aloud. “Papa would want to see Aiden.”
“He’s not going to come here,” Anakin said. “He’s got too much pride.”
“I know,” Acaciah replied. “Perhaps we should go to him instead.”
“What will that accomplish?”
“He is our family, Anakin. He raised me; we should at least offer him a place here.” She paused, gauging his reaction. “He would be happier here, I know it. It might be easier to do without you, though.”
“He’ll ask you to stay,” Anakin said.
“And I will say no,” Acaciah answered. “But at least we’d be speaking.”
Anakin assented. “Go then, darling. If it makes you happy, I am all for it.” He looked thoughtful a moment, and suddenly he grinned. “Ask him to come to the Heir’s Bing ing ceremony!”
Acaciah beamed. “That’s perfect, Anakin!”
***
They departed with Aiden for Coruscant the next day, Anakin dropping Acaciah and Aiden off at the Temple before going to their large apartment. When she arrived, Acaciah found Obi-Wan in the Temple Archives, mulling over a holocron. He turned from it slowly, his expression one of veiled disbelief.
“Acaciah?” he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes, Papa!” she exclaimed, embracing him.
Obi-Wan looked her over. She wore F sty style robes in Sakarté heraldry of emerald and gold. Her hair was longer now, and hung to the middle of her back. It was pinned away from her face with delicate crystal combs, a gift from Anakin, no doubt, Obi-Wan concluded. “You look well,” he said aloud.
“I have a surprise for you,” Acaciah said, pushing the shield back on the hovercrib. Aiden yawned and stretched, then waved his little arms and kicked away his blanket. “I thought you’d want to see your grandson,” she said, passing Aiden to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan took the bundle; Aiden reached up and rubbed his beard, giggling at its rough texture. “Hello Aiden,” he said. Aiden was Anakin’s baby, without a doubt, Obi-Wan reflected, tracing the dimple in his chin. They were silent a moment.
“Papa,” Acaciah said. “I wanted you to meet Aiden, but I wanted to apologize as well. I am not sorry that I married Anakin but I am sorry how we went about it; that we left without a proper goodbye. I was angry that youer ter told me about the true prophecy; I wanted you to be as upset as I was.”
“You succeeded admirably.” Obi-Wan answered. “And now you live amongst your mother’s people-who never raised you or loved you when you were a child yourself.”
“I like my home, I love my mother, and I loou tou too,” Acaciah replied. “I would like Aiden to know both of you.”
“And does Anakin feel the same?”
“Yes, actually he does. He didn’t come today because you two seem to get a bad case of foot-in-mouth when you’re around each other. I thought it best for you and me to talk alone.”
“And how is Anakin?”
“He’s Anakin…brilliant and self-assured to a fault, as always.”
“You two haven’t had a major argument then,” Obi-Wan concluded.
“No,” Acaciah grinned. “I’m related to half the nobles by blood or marriage; Ani’s not stupid.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “No, I should think not.” He looked at her a moment. “You’re not coming back to the Order,” he said, sadly.
Acaciah put her arm around him. “No, Papa. The Vitas is calling me in a different direction.”
Obi-Wan looked resigned. “So be it,” he said.
“I have something I want to give you,” Acaciah said, drawing an embossed card from her pack.
Obi-Wan opened it and read:
Most HonoraMastMaster Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi:
You are cordially invited to the High Temple of Parthenia to celebrate Lady Miriam Sakarté’s Blessing of the Heirs, Acaciah & Anakin Skywalker on Favistad Eve. The new Lord and Lady Sakarté will host a reception after the running of the Gauntlet and the inauguration. Your presence is most desired.
~Acaciah Skywalker, Daughter of Sakarté
“She is naming you the new Lady Sakarté?” Obi-Wan smiled.
“Yes, Papa, will you come? It would mean so much to me!”
“I will come, Acaciah,” he replied.
“Thank you, Papa!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “I have one other thing for you; it’s from Mama,” she said, handing him one last letter. “She was showing me pictures of the two of you when you were young; you were quite handsome!” she winked at Obi-Wan.
He opened the letter and promptly shut it back. “Perhaps I should read this one in private,” he said, turning a little pink beneath his beard.
Acaciah lad. d. “I have to go, Papa, I’ll see you on Favistad Eve!” she kissed him on the cheek and put Aiden back in the crib. “Mama said she’d have your room ready,” she teased, and Obi-Wan smiled a little as she walked away.