Obi-Wan: Protected
Obi-Wan knew his Master loved him. And he loved his Master. They worked together, fought together, cared for each other. But he couldn't help but feel jealous of other teams. He would sit in the library, trying to study, watching Masters embrace their Padawans, holding them tight. Obi-Wan would watch, and try not to envy them.
He understood why it was hard for his Master. He wasn't Qui-Gon's first padawan, and the first hadn't ended so well. Qui-Gon blamed himself for spoiling Xantos, but Obi-Wan wasn't supposed to know that.
Obi-Wan sighed, and went back to his books. Of a sudden, a hand came down on his shoulder and tugged on his braid. "How's it going Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan smiled. "Just fine Master."
They would get there. One day at a time.
Anakin: A Cuddle Monster
Obi-Wan was sitting on the couch, reading a book and drinking a hot mug of his favorite tea. Without warning, a small squirming something wiggled under his arm.
"Whatcha doin Master?"
Obi-Wan smiled, setting down his mug. "Reading, Ani. This one's a favorite of mine." Anakin scooted closer, practically in his teacher's lap. "Can I read with you?"
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his student, tucking him close against his side. "All righty little one. Let's see what you think of this one."
It was over an hour later when Obi-Wan noticed the snoring. He paused mid-sentence and glanced down at the sleeping form. He chuckled lightly and pulled a blanket over the two of them. "Sweet dreams, Ani."
Ahsoka: Baby Girl
Anakin wandered down the hall of the Temple, cradling Ahsoka in his arms. She had fallen asleep on the transport back, and he didn't have the heart to wake her. Between training, studying, and back to back missions she had worn herself out.
He opened the door to their shared apartment and went straight to her room. He used the Force to slip off her boots and remove her utility belt without setting her down. She stirred at the movement, eyes fluttering.
Anakin shushed her, rocking her slightly until she quieted. He smiled wistfully. After all, Padme and him could never have a family, especially not with a war going on. But somehow, someway, he had become a father.
He laid her down gently, tucking a blanket around her. "G'night Baby Girl. See you in the morning."
Author's Note: Two updates on the same day? Hell yes. I've been fighting some major writer's block so this is a big win for me. Hope you guys like the latest story. Please let me know if there's a topic or a moment that you want explored, I'd be happy to oblige. After all, I write for you. Love you all!
