Yeeeah, this is pure fluff. DON'T JUDGE ME! (The flowers are based on the ones mentioned in The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi where he actually did plant seeds in her memory on Tatooine. I think I got the colors right, but I'm not positive.)


The weekly trek across the endless sands of Tatooine was almost always unbearable. Stiflingly hot, rife with boredom, and worst of all, silent. At least it was until Asajj had finally relented and allowed Nalaya to accompany him. She was a relatively quiet child, especially when away from her little brother, but her presence helped keep Obi-Wan from feeling too lonely during the long hours.

The first sun had just disappeared below the horizon when they returned to their home in the Wastes. Nalaya dismounted Rooh first and waited for her father to follow so she could put the eopie in her pen for the night. A streak of white and grey bolted from the front door before Obi-Wan could turn. "Dad's back! Dad's back!" the little boy cried as he wrapped his arms around his father's legs.

"Hello there, Herun!" he said, a hand ruffling the child's dark hair. "I hope you and your mother weren't too lonely without us."

Asajj emerged from the doorway just as Nalaya rejoined her father. A smile bloomed on her lips as Obi-Wan hoisted Herun onto one shoulder while his other hand took hold of Nalaya's. She placed her hands on her swollen belly as she watched the three of them approach, Herun especially dominating the conversation. Never in her life did she imagine she would be a part of such a picture as this, that she would have found such happiness with the man who had once been her mortal enemy. "Mom! Dad has a present for you!" Herun said loudly when Obi-Wan set him back on the ground.

"If it's something that will get this child out of me faster so I can walk normally again, I'm all for it. Now both of you go inside and get ready for dinner." The children had only just disappeared into the small house when she felt herself being pulled into a gentle kiss. Obi-Wan took her bottom lip between his and gave a light suckle that made her gasp. One of his hands stayed on the curve of her cheek while the other went to her belly. They both smiled when young life greeted him through the Force. "What's this about a present, my dear?" she asked when he released her lips.

"Actually, Nala was the one who found it." He reached into his satchel and pulled out what seemed at first to just be a spiny stick. A second look revealed several tiny flowers, white with grey centers, dotted along its length. He presented it to her with a theatrical bow. "A gift of flowers for my lady." Asajj took the branch, carefully avoiding the thorns, and gently touched a petal. "Nala spotted a group of them on our way to the Lars farm. At first they appeared to be dead. But then I saw the flowers, curled up as if trying to hide from the suns. On our way home, I saw that they had opened. I immediately thought of you." He leaned in close then and whispered his next words against her cheek. "For the second time, I found beauty and life in something that at first glance was withered and soulless."

Asajj felt her heart beat faster and a pleasant tingling spread through her chest. Although incredibly touched by the gesture, she was still Asajj Ventress and wouldn't let him off so easily. "So, you thought I was 'withered' before you stole my heart, Obi-Wan?"

He offered an embarrassed smile as he looked away. "Well...umm...that's not what I-"

She silenced his stammered reply with a kiss that stole his breath. Her tongue swept across his lips until he granted her entry to his mouth. After all these years she still managed to reduce him to a speechless mess consumed by the fire of her passion. He wouldn't have traded that for anything in the galaxy.

"Gross!" a voice cried out. "Nala, they're doing it again!"

Asajj and Obi-Wan parted and shook their heads, twin smiles on their faces as their daughter replied to her brother. "Why are you telling me, squirt?"

"Make them stop! I'm hungry."

Asajj rolled her eyes but didn't let go of the back of her husband's neck. "I thought we were forgetting something," she said softly, playfully. She started to join him in his affectionate laugh until a gasp forced its way from her throat. Her free hand clutched at her stomach, Obi-Wan's going beside it in an instant. A powerful kick hit his palm. "Your child seems determined to dislodge my organs," she ground out through the discomfort.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile. "Why is it suddenly my child when you're annoyed, my love?"

She shot him a mock glare. "Shut up." When the kicking calmed down, no doubt thanks to her husband's influence, she straightened and studied the flowering branch. "We'll plant this in the morning. See what happens."

"Mom and Dad want us to staaaaaaarve!" came Herun's dramatic wailing. His love of theatrics certainly marked him as his father's son.

"Shut up, squirt." A soft thump and a startled "ow!" marked Nala as her mother's daughter.

"Mom, Nala hit me!"

Asajj turned inside, once more in her mother wolf mode. "Nala, stop hitting your brother. Herun, stop whining. We'll eat as soon as I set the table."

Obi-Wan remained outside for a few moments. Listening to them talk, his wife and his children, their affectionate bickering was as soothing to him as any music he'd ever heard. Like Asajj, not once in his life did he ever think he would have had a hand in creating such a family, let alone with a woman who had once claimed his death as her right. Now his life was hers, just as hers had been given freely to him. Despite the circumstances that had led them to this remote corner of the Jundland Wastes, he could honestly say that he was able to find some measure of peace within the walls of their small home. The Empire still loomed outside those walls, Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine delivering every horror and sin imaginable upon the galaxy. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

The deep-rooted grief he'd tried so desperately to repress threatened to overtake him again as he thought about how the Jedi Order had failed to protect the galaxy from the evil of the Sith. Only Asajj's hand on his arm and the knowing look in her eyes beat it back into submission. He clasped her hand and pressed a kiss into the knuckles. "Come on," she said tenderly. "There will be time for regrets and sadness later."

He smiled at her in silent thanks. She smiled back. With one last look at the rising moons, Obi-Wan thanked the Force for gifting him with his family before closing the door behind him.