POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

We all boarded a ship to head back to Coruscant. I think Anakin was actually the most reluctant to leave. There was something he wouldn't say, but I would pull it out of him one way or another. Even while pregnant, he preferred to pilot the ship. I didn't want him to, but I couldn't stop him either. I was trying my hardest not to control him even though I knew it was difficult to control him as it was. He only gave in to me because he loved me and I had to stop abusing that side of him.

I messed with the compartment of my belt that held the ring I've wanted to give him. I glanced at him and he looked uncomfortable in the seat. I stood up and walked the short distance between us to kiss his neck. "Are you sure you don't want me to pilot? My seat has a lot more room in it, my sweet."

He rolled his eyes and lifted his mechanical hand to stroke my beard. "I'm fine. It's just a tight fit at the moment. No big deal." It was a big deal. He kept shifting to find a more comfortable position and I sighed. "Do you think they know I'm pregnant?" he asked, nodding towards the back of the ship.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure, Anakin. I truly am not sure."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "How far along is Satine?"

I had to think for a moment. She was roughly two months ahead of Anakin, which put her at seven months pregnant. "Seven months." I saw his lips curve into a frown and I rubbed his shoulder. "Anakin, she won't steal me away from you. I want nothing to do with her and that child."

He tensed up and I knew I'd said the wrong thing again, even if it seemed right to me. "That child is your child," he ground out. "Half of your genetics has gone into that child."

"You want me to spend time with it and raise it." It wasn't a question. He didn't look at me. He remained silent and my anger flared. "I don't want that child," I said angrily.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have fucked her, Obi-Wan!"

He snapped part of the control that was in his cybernetic hand and I flinched. I kept my hand on his shoulder and he seethed quietly. "Anakin, I can't say I'm sorry enough times to make up for it. I'm responsible for –"

"Yes, you are responsible," he interrupted. I kept quiet, knowing that this was one of his mood swings. He'd been perfectly happy as we left the planet and not even an hour into the flight, he was irritable. "You fucked her, you ejaculated in her, now you're responsible for the life you created," he snapped.

"But you –"

"Yes, I'm pregnant, too. I know."

I leaned closer to his ear and nipped at the outer shell of it gently. "I fucked you," I whispered, eliciting a small shudder from the younger man. "I ejaculated in you." I moved my left hand over his left shoulder and slid my arm over until I was able to rub his chest. "Now I'm responsible for the life we created." I felt his pleasure, but he was trying to hide it from me. He didn't want to be pleased with me. He didn't want to be happy with me right now.

"Do you know how hard it is to be angry when I have a hard on?" he growled. I smiled a little and licked his earlobe. He shivered. "Stop, Obi." It was noncommittal. He didn't want me to stop and we both knew it. I playfully sighed and started to move away from him, only to have him grip my arm and keep it in place over his shoulder. "Don't play games with me when I'm serious," he whispered sadly.

"I'm not playing games with you, my love."

"Obi, I know you wish I'd shut up about that baby, but it is your baby." I pressed my lips against his throat and he sighed. "I want you to be the father of that baby as much as you will be for ours." I didn't answer him. He knew he was right. I knew he was right. The child inside of Satine is just as much mine as the one inside of him is. I knew he felt abandoned because his father had never been in his life and he didn't want that baby to feel the way he did. The child wasn't even his and he said he would help me take care of it. "You need to take responsibility for your actions," he added in a whisper.

I sighed and kissed the crown of his head, rubbing his shoulder. "You're right, lover." He seemed to like that I acknowledged his correctness. I rolled my eyes and said, "I'll go talk to her. I will be back for you momentarily."

"Behave," he said sharply, sounding almost as I had while he was my Padawan. I chuckled and his mood elevated. "I love you." He looked up at me and I scooted around the seat to press my lips against his soft, warm ones. His right hand slid up to press against my face. He wanted to hold me in place, but he wanted me to go talk to Satine as well, so he was warring with himself.

"I love you," I said around his lips. We parted and he looked happy. His eyes shined and his smile was warm and full of love. I ruffled his hair before leaving him to do his bidding. I smiled to myself. I felt lucky to have that man as my lover. He could love whomever he chose to love, but he settled for me, his old Master. I'm nearly twenty years his senior and he's in love with me. He has been since we got together six years ago.

I stood outside of Satine's small quarters on the ship and I sensed something off. I pressed the button on the panel to buzz her and it took much longer for her to come to the door. I forced my way inside only to see her shoving her holocom aside quickly. "Yes?" she asked, irritated.

I crossed my arms over my chest in an Anakin-like manner and raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing that concerns you." She stood up, holding her stomach as she walked closer to me. I looked down at it and my heart clenched. "Yes, Obi-Wan, this is my baby belly. You are the one who put this baby inside of me, so don't look at me like I'm some common whore."

I rolled my eyes. "I came at Anakin's request." She looked baffled. "He wants me to take responsibility for…this," I said while gesturing towards her stomach.

"Anakin told you to?" I nodded. She gave me a skeptical look. "Are you sure he's not trying to push you in my general direction because you've already cheated on him once for me?"

I snarled quietly. "He loves me. He would never –"

"The fact that he's having your child doesn't mean he loves you, my dear Obi." I felt speechless. Nothing I wanted to argue back was coming to me. Yes, Anakin was showing now, but she couldn't just jump to the conclusion that he was pregnant, could she? "He came out of the shower a few mornings ago with a towel around his waist. It's slightly obvious, my dear."

"Anakin is carrying my child and he loves me, Satine," I ground out. "He's not shoving me towards you. He knows how much I…dislike you." Hate leads to the dark side. I had to remind myself that. "Besides, he's only asking that I remain in both children's lives."

"We're having a girl, Obi." She smiled and rubbed her stomach. I was taken aback by how radiant she looked while staring down at her enlarged stomach. She looked like she actually loved our unborn child. "I hope you don't mind that I've taken the liberty of naming her. I figured you wouldn't want to."

"What did you name her?"

"Elizabeth Marie Kenobi," she responded smugly. I sighed. Of course she would use my last name for the child. It would have a direct link to me and I would be found out by the Council. It was as simple as that and I knew she was determined to be my downfall. "Elizabeth was my grandmother's name," she whispered.

I nodded. "It's…a pretty name." She squeaked and I immediately moved towards her frantically. "What is it?"

She exhaled heavily. "She's quite the kicker." She extended her hand towards me and grasped my wrist, pulling my hand onto her stomach where Elizabeth was kicking. I was amazed by how strong the child was. My eyes widened and she smiled widely at me. "She knows her father is here." I lifted my eyes to look up at her face. She was looking at me as Anakin always did when I made him happy. I immediately felt sick. I didn't want to make her happy or give her hope that there was something going on between us since I was taking some interest in the child. I was only doing it because Anakin wanted me to and I owed him.

"I'm going to marry Anakin," I said. She looked and felt hurt and it didn't really bother me. I would not be ashamed to seal the deal with him. We were having a child together and we've been together for years. The only thing that's prolonged our next step was the Council, but he and I didn't care much for the Council's orders now. He said he would give up the Order when the baby was born and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that just yet, but there was no doubt that I would join him. I loved the man and our child wholeheartedly. I wouldn't abandon either of them to the unknown.

"Obi, will you at least consider staying with me for our baby?"

I grimaced. "No." She looked like she was going to put up a fight, but I decided to embrace the fight first. "I'm a homosexual, Satine. I love Anakin with all of my heart and I refuse to let him go." I balled my hands up into fists and glared now. "I admit that sex with you was a mistake and all it resulted in was paining Anakin and causing another little mistake."

That was when she slapped me. "How can you call our baby a mistake? She's as much a life form as you! What right do you have in undermining her life? She could become the greatest Jedi one day! She could be stronger than your Chosen One."

I resisted the urge to hit her in return. Anakin and I have been working hard to get me back on track. I would not slip up because of this bitch. I scoffed. "I doubt that." Anakin was the strongest Jedi alive. He was stronger than Master Yoda. He had so much potential. The only issue he still had on occasion was the ability to control himself. If he could do that, he would be unstoppable. Well, he already is unstoppable, but that's beside the point. "Anakin is incomparable. No one can match his power."

She looked like she knew something that I didn't and that worried me. "The stronger they are," she began, rubbing over her stomach, "the harder they fall." Her tongue clicked as she said 'fall' and my stomach churned. I saw something devious in her eyes and I wondered if she put Anakin in danger somehow. I couldn't let him get hurt – or worse.

"I swear to the stars," I growled, "if he is put in jeopardy, you will not be fortunate enough to be spared." My heart raced and my senses soared towards Anakin. He was perfectly fine, just confused. He knew things weren't going well back here and I'd have to deal with his sigh and disappointment when I returned to the cockpit. "Leave him out of our issues, you bitch," I snarled before turning my back on her to return to my lover. Anakin hadn't done anything wrong. She had no reason to harm him. I hoped she wouldn't harm him. I can't bear the thought of seeing him in pain…