Chapter 3 Obi-Wan Kenobi
A sharp cry echoed throughout the apartment. Obi-Wan moaned exhaustedly as he was forced awake. "Why does he always cry when I am home?" he whined.
Harry snuggled down into the blankets. "It's revenge for never changing Lil-lee's diaper," he muttered, voice muted by his pillow.
"Jedi do not believe in revenge," Obi-Wan said as another cry pierced the air.
"Too bad. Embrace your karma."
Obi-Wan chuckled at his husband's antics only to groan as he tried to sit up. A dull pain throbbed in his lower abdomen. "Next time, you're on the bottom," he whispered as he pressed a kiss into Harry's long, unbound hair. The Jedi got up and put on a robe before he followed his son's wails to Benny's nursery.
The room seemed much bigger than the dimensions of the apartment should allow, no doubt from Harry using his abilities. The walls were painted a calming mint green and the ceiling was luminescent in its depiction of several unidentifiable star systems.
Benny was standing at the edge of his crib, sobbing in fear and reaching for his father. Distress flooded the Force with images of monsters and abandonment. Obi-Wan rushed to pick up Benny, holding him close to his chest and reassuring the babe with feelings of warmth and love. The toddler settled down and pressed his tear-streaked face into his father's shoulder with a whimper.
Benny, unlike his sister, was born with a very sensitive connection to the Force. At first, they'd thought, and hoped, that he'd inherited Harry's power, but that didn't explain the way he knows when Obi-Wan is coming home and Benny's brightness in the Force was undeniable. Harry said that it didn't matter that their son was Forceful, but Obi-Wan knew his love was afraid at times. Not of Benny, of course not, but afraid that the Jedi Council would take him as soon as he was old enough.
The Jedi Master turned at the sound of padding feet on carpet. Glowing green eyes, one of the few traits that separated Eridians from humans, lovingly stared back at him. Harry's inky hair trailed over his shoulders and down his back, out of the traditional braid that female and male-bearing Eridians usually wore. Many scars decorated his skin: a gouge on his right shoulder, a small line on his forearm, a discolored patch of skin on his chest from a fire. Harry's stomach protruded slightly, 5 months already showing.
In short, Harry was beautiful.
A wistful smile tilted Harry's lips as he glided forward and rested a hand on Obi-Wan's bicep. "What are you thinking?" he asked softly, gazing down at Benny then back at him.
Obi-Wan watched the man he married with gentle eyes. He switched Benny to one arm and cupped Harry's cheek. "I was thinking about how lucky I am to be married to the most beautiful and amazing man in the galaxy."
The wizard chuckled. "Romantic sap," he accused affectionately, love and amusement intertwining his emerald eyes.
"You married me," he reminded snarky. "I'd thought that you would have at least gotten to know me first before making such an important decision."
Harry pressed a kiss on his lips, short and sweet, before pulling away to stare at Obi-Wan with hooded eyes and a sly smirk. "Come back to bed," Harry breathed.
"Soon," Obi-Wan promised as he nuzzled his lover's cheek, rubbing his beard across Harry's stubble-covered skin. He whispered in the wizard's ear. "When Benny goes back to sleep."
Harry blinked slowly and ran a hand over the back of Obi-Wan's neck, teasing the skin with his light touches. It was a familiar action, one done before under less agreeable circumstances on a planet far away, back when he was 28 and Harry was 24. Obi-Wan almost expected them to still be in that awful cave, huddling for warmth, hiding from Eriden's inhospitable environment and assassins. "I'll be waiting," Harry promised with a wink and kissed him again.
