(A/N) Dad Kenobi is one of my favorite tropes, and them having a little force sensitive baby named after Qui-Gon? I think I would actually die from the cute. May make this a two-shot, haven't decided. Please R and R, let me know what you think!
It was always an interesting thing to watch: him trying to feed the baby. The same little baby that had his shock of auburn hair, his nose, his happy smile; but her eyes, a shade paler, a bit more almond shaped. He went at it like he went at every other task, treating it seriously, with great admonition. But, as she watched him, he always smiled as their little baby reached, not for the must or the spoon attached to it, but for his hand, or, if he was close enough, the ginger hairs of his beard.
Little Qui-Gon never did want to eat; she wasn't sure how he was at a healthy weight, because it seemed when he wasn't here, the baby never would take anything. He pushed away mushed fruits, small vegetables, even the little cereals that right now seemed to be his favorite thing in the world as he held the little flakes between pudgy fingers.
"Here you go, little one." He was waving the spoon in front of Qui-Gon's face, and the little baby ignored it to instead look at his father, reaching out a hand that wasn't clutching at cereal to pat him on the nose. She saw him turn his head, and thought for a moment he was disappointed until he saw his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Come now. Your mother has instructed me to feed you, I need your help." He would try and logically reason with a baby.
Qui-Gon cooed, and as she watched, he made the entire bowl of cereal lift off of his high chair before it fell back down with a small thump. He was obviously force sensitive, how could he be their child and not be? It had made the pregnancy interesting to say the least, but she had noticed, after Qui-Gon was born, the already made attachment he seemed to have with his father. Their force bond already existed, it had grown as the baby had, and despite all the extra kicks, and sleepless nights, it had been worth it.
"Just one bite," He whispered, and Qui-Gon pursed his lips, finally taking an interest in the spoon. It was his favorite, or at least what they thought was his favorite, it could be hard to tell with babies. He stuck out a tiny pink tongue, and in an instant the spoon was there. He gummed at it happily, his cereal bits forgotten in light of this new taste. The feeding continued, going until he had eaten his entire breakfast plus a little extra she saw be pushed towards him. That was alright, he hadn't eaten a fully balanced meal all week, not with his father gone.
He started moving the cereal again, laughing at himself as his face was cleaned off. "Let's go see if mommy is done with her work," He hoisted Qui-Gon into his arms, where he wrapped his fingers around a panel of the tunic happily. The pair turned and saw her for the first time.
"Saw hi to mommy, Qui-Gon," Of course, their baby couldn't speak, only coo happily at her as they walked towards her; but he was grinning behind his beard, happy to be home. "Tell her how you ate all of your fruit today." He babbled happily, he was such a happy baby to begin with. He rarely cried, for that, she was grateful; it would have been very hard to manage with such long periods on her own if he had been too much of a crier. After a few moments of pulling at his father's beard, he pressed his head into the soft fabric of the tunic.
"I think it might be time for a nap," She said quietly, laughing a bit.
"I think you might be right." He moved slowly, trying not to disturb Qui-Gon, whse tiny eyelids were dropping more and more steadily. He walked towards the nursery, done up in blue, green, pink, and yellow pastels as it looked out over the Mandalorian waters. As he settled Qui-Gon in his crib, swaddling him in soft covers and pulling up his stuffed bantha to where his tiny fingers could close around the trunk, she couldn't help but smile again.
"He missed you." She said, as he came back and wrapped his arms around her, settling his hands at her waist. "And he wasn't the only one."
"I don't mean to be gone so long, darling. It's the days like these that I live for, you know." And she did know. He didn't live for fighting, for the Republic meetings and missions, for dealing with the aftermath of the Clone War. She knew that his heart was always here with them. It was always hard though, to have him away from here for so long, to wake up early in the morning in the palace with an empty place on the bed next to her. To read or play music to Qui-Gon and not be able to see his gentle smile as he watched them. "And I missed you two, as well, of course."
When they had decided to have children, it had not been a light decision. Padme and Anakin had the twins, but they were able to mostly live together on Coruscant, in her senatorial apartment. Her job was here, on Mandalore. Although it was only a few hours journey to Coruscant through hyperspace, it meant that there were simply days when she would not see him at all. Days where he was so close to her, having to stay at the temple, to accommodate for an early morning meetings or session, and she was forced to remain here. There time was fleeting, but, as she leaned her head against his chest, watching Qui-Gon's small breaths in his crib, she knew it was more than worth all of the struggles.
"I can apply for two weeks of leave soon, after mine and Anakin's next trip to Dantooine. Master Yoda has already promised me that they would approve, I haven't had leave since we were first married." And he hadn't, not officially. Unofficially, in the week Qui-Gon had been born, Anakin had flown him, mid-mission, and left him on Mandalore, covering for him each time the council contacted him regarding his status. Still she was thankful, that they could finally be together, that the code was no longer a barrier, that little Qui-Gon was happy.
He hadn't been planned, exactly. More a byproduct of overfueled passions. But she would never complain. He was a spot of light in her life, in his life. She wouldn't trade him, or his father, for anything. "And then, only one more year until I can come to Coruscant." It was true, in a year, she would abdicate her position for Korkie, who would finally be eighteen and able to inherit the throne. Then, they could be together as a family, a small Jedi family.
"I can't wait." She pulled back from his chest and slid soft hands around his neck, tugging him gently downward into a soft kiss, the first one they had shared since he had first arrived back. He was smiling against her lips, but before she could press the kiss any further, he pulled back. "He seems to be sleeping pretty well." He looked past her at the baby, breathing softly. "I'm here for tonight, we can have a little us time." His wink was mischievous, as was his hand that slid across her waist.
"I don't know," She joked, "My husband's a Jedi Master, I don't think you want to mess with him."
Obi-Wan grinned down at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before he whispered in her ear. "He can't be that tough, I'm sure I can take him."
"I don't know," She teased, "He's very strong. Quite handsome, too…" She felt a hand reach under her legs, swooping her up into his arms where her hands wrapped around his shoulders as he carried her.
"I'm sure he can't be as great as all that." She reached out a hand, turning on the Holo-Cam baby monitor that would alert them if Qui-Gon started crying or needing anything. He carried her out of the room, letting it shut gently behind them as they moved to their bedroom.
"I suppose I'll just have to find out." He laughed, pulling her into another kiss, letting loose all the feelings he'd had to hold in in his time away from her.
He was a Jedi, through and through, this she knew. But now, she could tell, was when he was truly happy.