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"Ow," Qui gon muttered angrily, holding his stomach in frustration. "If your father knew about you, he would be dead right about now." His overly sized stomach only tightened further as the contraction hit its peak. He leaned heavily on the counter, not being able to support any of his weight. He breathed slowly, taking air in through the mouth and then slowly breathing out through his nose. He knew that he had done it reversed, but chose not to change it as it had had a better effect on him than anything else had. His datapad was just out of his reach, meaning that he would have to wait until the contraction had passed to finally call for his midwife.
"I was supposed to be training for a year so that I could finally get my padawan," the Jedi Master continued, rubbing his swollen stomach in soothing circles, hoping that that would calm the child inside of him slightly, it worked, but the baby insisted that it was to be born soon and moved further back, aligning himself with the birth canal. "You had to come along and make sure that it would take me another year to finally be of some actual assistance. I will make sure that you are my futur padawan, so that I can at least have some say in how you are raised. I'll have to talk to your father about special arrangements. I'm going to have to become pretty good at lying, after all your father is one of the most amazing Jedi I have ever met. If your father knew about you, I'm sure he would be here. With me, even though he barely even shows any emotion, I'm sure he loves me. Otherwise you would not have been created." Finally, the pain in his abdomen ebbed away, but the pain in his heart stayed strong and prominent. He nabbed the datapad and notified his midwife that he was close to pushing, she promised that she would be there soon and that he should migrate slowly towards his sleeping quarters.
He nodded and stalked off towards his bedroom, using the narrow hallway as a great support. One of his hands lay on the cool metal of the wall while the other lay in the circle of his lower back, making sure to ease the pain so that he could walk easier.
Finally, he reached his bed, and promptly collapsed.
After about an hour, his breathing was haggard. The midwife had not arrived yet and the child was ready to be born. At the next contraction that wrecked his body, his bore down, using the Force to pull the baby lower and lower so that it could be born a slight bit easier. After five seconds of pushing, he fell back on the bed and gasped for breath. "You may be the death of me child," Qui gon whispered.
The Jedi Master grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his back, hoping that that would help with the delivery. The urge to push took over him again after five more minutes of making sure that the baby was okay using the Force and breathing, still trying to regain his breath. He bore down once more, and finally got the head to pass out of his entrance. He fall back and gasped for breath, not getting the amount of oxygen that he so desperately craved.
He bore down once again, still gasping for breath. As the shoulders ripped his birth canal lower than he would have liked, but that was the last push that he needed to partake in. He leaned down and picked up the baby, placing it is on his chest, as far as the cord would allow him to. "Hey there little one," he whispered, wiping the birth fluid off of the small baby. The child began to make small unhappy noises. "You need a name don't you? How about," Qui gon stopped and thought for a moment, delivering the afterbirth as he did so.
"Obi-wan Kenobi."