Um, this is just some weird little thing I did that I suddenly felt like posting. I wrote it a while ago so it doesn't go with my other stories.
Child of Light
He is yours.
"Mine? I don't understand."
The child is yours.
"I have no child."
He is your son.
He gazed upon the babe asleep in his arms and knew not where he had come from. The voice which spoke to him was the most beautiful he could imagine, but he did not understand what it was telling him. "My son?"
To guide, to protect, to love.
"But-" He did not know how he was to do these things.
He is your son. You will know.
With that, the voice left him, and the light that had surrounded him faded into the blackness.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He lay in bed, the dark of night still all about. He looked beside him, where Obi-Wan lay sleeping comfortably.
Qui-Gon smiled. He knew the voice in his dream had been the Force, and he understood its message.
He sat up and gazed at his sleeping Padawan, the boy whom he had been so reluctant to let into his life but now could not deny was a part of his heart. He would protect and guide him, and he did love Obi-Wan.
He stroked a big finger on the boy's soft cheek. The Padawan stirred and gazed at his smiling visage. "Master, is something wrong?" he quietly asked.
"Go back to sleep, my son," he answered.
Obi-Wan looked at him curiously but closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon bent and kissed Obi-Wan's brow, then lay down again.
Yes, the Force meant him to be father to Obi-Wan, and he would be.
Child of Light, Son of the Force.
My son.