Portrait of Forbidden Lovers (CH11)
By Obi's Girl
Padmé smiled, watching Obi-Wan work on a home for the both of them, sitting on the ramp of the shuttle. They had been on Dagobah for about a week now and even though it wouldn't be long until Padmé would go into labor, they had to have a shelter from Dagobah's showers and humid days. Padmé's smile widened as she continued to watch him; the tunic and cloak she was used to seeing him wear were disrobed and set on a rock as the Jedi worked with his bare hands.
Honestly, Padmé didn't know where she would be if she lost Obi-Wan. He had been there since the very beginning, always there to hold her when she cried; even when she pushed him away, he wouldn't leave her.
Her thoughts ceased as she suddenly bent over in pain, her hands rushing immediately to her stomach. When the pain passed, she glanced again at Obi- Wan. He was too preoccupied with the task at hand to notice any change, but all the same, Padmé quietly stood up and went inside the shuttle to rest.
Surprisingly, this wasn't the first time she had felt these sudden pains. They actually started a few days ago.She would have told Obi-Wan about them but she didn't believe they were life threatening and that they were simply cramps. Cramps, yes, that's they were, Padmé mused, lying back on one of the cots.
Earlier, she told Obi-Wan that after her children were born she would be gone, dead. Now that she thought about it, maybe that's what her body was telling her. It was time to die; time to give up. But she didn't want that anymore - not for herself, not for her children. She had to live, no matter what.
"Padmé? Are you in here?" Obi-Wan's voice echoed, before he finally entered the small room. His inner tunic hung around loosely around his shoulders and back, which meant his robe was probably still outside. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, smiling, "Of course. I just need some rest. I'm fine, Obi-Wan. Go back to work."
Obi-Wan smiled, grabbing a stool to sit on. "I've finished most of the general construction of the hut. It just needs to dry now before I work on the outer layer." He frowned again, "Seriously, are you all right?"
Padmé scowled, "What did I just tell you? Yes, I'm fine - I just need some rest." Obi-Wan looked at her seriously, before she finally gave in, looking down and huffing, "I've been having these pains lately, right around waist. I thought it was just cramps to begin with but now, I'm not sure and I'm getting weaker."
Obi-Wan nodded, gesturing she scoot over so he could take a look. Padmé was silent a moment as Obi-wan ran his hands along her side, then quietly he spoke, "Why didn't you tell me about the pains?"
She shrugged, "I didn't want you to worry any more than you needed to.. I know I probably should have told you but originally.I'm sorry." Padmé bit her lip, glancing at him again and asking, "What are you doing?"
Obi-Wan caught her gaze momentarily before focusing again on her side, "A Jedi healing technique. You won't exactly be healed but you shouldn't be feel the pain itself because it was will be masked. The pain should go away in time with rest, food and water, but above all rest."
Padmé smiled, "Yes, dad!" then added quietly, "You could be, ya know."
The Jedi laughed, glancing up at Padmé, "Somehow I doubt that. These are Anakin's children and always will be."
"Yes, that I know - what I mean is you could be their father. Obi-Wan, we could raise the children together as a family." Padmé gasped, watching Obi- Wan's eyes. She smiled partly, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"
His eyes finally met hers, frowning, "I have and it's impossible, Padmé. It's too dangerous --- it would be dangerous for all of us, including the children and I know you don't want that for them."
Before he could say another word, Padmé got up from the cot, kneeling before him. She grabbed his hand again, resting on her stomach, "You're wrong, Obi-Wan. This isn't just for them; it's for Us. I need you, Obi-Wan. I know we already talked about this.Obi-Wan, if I leave here with my daughter, without you, I'll die a whole lot earlier than expected and it will all be because of a broken heart."
He huffed, looking down, "It's impossible.too dangerous; if anything should happen to you or the children, or if Vader ever found us.all of this work will have been for nothing." Obi-Wan nodded, kissing Padmé's forehead, "On the up side, we'll be together, won't we?" She laughed lightly, nodding 'yes'. Obi-Wan's lips twitched again, forming a small smile, "Maybe for a little while."
Padmé's smile widened, her forehead still touching Obi-Wan's, "I missed being close you these last couple months. Missed you holding me."
"Padmé, we can't.not now. Yes, I've missed holding you too but your condition.it wouldn't be appropriate." Obi-Wan mused, before kissing Padmé passionately, holding her.
She laughed, joking, "And what was the talk about this not being appropriate?" As Obi-wan leaned in to kiss her again, Padmé fell back, grasping her stomach in pain.
Obi-Wan breathed, grabbing a pillow from the cot using the Force and placing it behind Padmé's back as she continued to wheeze. Sweat began to accumulate on Padmé's forehead as the contraction became faster. "It's time, Obi-Wan. I can feel it; they're here!"
Obidala
Padmé smiled, watching Obi-Wan work on a home for the both of them, sitting on the ramp of the shuttle. They had been on Dagobah for about a week now and even though it wouldn't be long until Padmé would go into labor, they had to have a shelter from Dagobah's showers and humid days. Padmé's smile widened as she continued to watch him; the tunic and cloak she was used to seeing him wear were disrobed and set on a rock as the Jedi worked with his bare hands.
Honestly, Padmé didn't know where she would be if she lost Obi-Wan. He had been there since the very beginning, always there to hold her when she cried; even when she pushed him away, he wouldn't leave her.
Her thoughts ceased as she suddenly bent over in pain, her hands rushing immediately to her stomach. When the pain passed, she glanced again at Obi- Wan. He was too preoccupied with the task at hand to notice any change, but all the same, Padmé quietly stood up and went inside the shuttle to rest.
Surprisingly, this wasn't the first time she had felt these sudden pains. They actually started a few days ago.She would have told Obi-Wan about them but she didn't believe they were life threatening and that they were simply cramps. Cramps, yes, that's they were, Padmé mused, lying back on one of the cots.
Earlier, she told Obi-Wan that after her children were born she would be gone, dead. Now that she thought about it, maybe that's what her body was telling her. It was time to die; time to give up. But she didn't want that anymore - not for herself, not for her children. She had to live, no matter what.
"Padmé? Are you in here?" Obi-Wan's voice echoed, before he finally entered the small room. His inner tunic hung around loosely around his shoulders and back, which meant his robe was probably still outside. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, smiling, "Of course. I just need some rest. I'm fine, Obi-Wan. Go back to work."
Obi-Wan smiled, grabbing a stool to sit on. "I've finished most of the general construction of the hut. It just needs to dry now before I work on the outer layer." He frowned again, "Seriously, are you all right?"
Padmé scowled, "What did I just tell you? Yes, I'm fine - I just need some rest." Obi-Wan looked at her seriously, before she finally gave in, looking down and huffing, "I've been having these pains lately, right around waist. I thought it was just cramps to begin with but now, I'm not sure and I'm getting weaker."
Obi-Wan nodded, gesturing she scoot over so he could take a look. Padmé was silent a moment as Obi-wan ran his hands along her side, then quietly he spoke, "Why didn't you tell me about the pains?"
She shrugged, "I didn't want you to worry any more than you needed to.. I know I probably should have told you but originally.I'm sorry." Padmé bit her lip, glancing at him again and asking, "What are you doing?"
Obi-Wan caught her gaze momentarily before focusing again on her side, "A Jedi healing technique. You won't exactly be healed but you shouldn't be feel the pain itself because it was will be masked. The pain should go away in time with rest, food and water, but above all rest."
Padmé smiled, "Yes, dad!" then added quietly, "You could be, ya know."
The Jedi laughed, glancing up at Padmé, "Somehow I doubt that. These are Anakin's children and always will be."
"Yes, that I know - what I mean is you could be their father. Obi-Wan, we could raise the children together as a family." Padmé gasped, watching Obi- Wan's eyes. She smiled partly, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"
His eyes finally met hers, frowning, "I have and it's impossible, Padmé. It's too dangerous --- it would be dangerous for all of us, including the children and I know you don't want that for them."
Before he could say another word, Padmé got up from the cot, kneeling before him. She grabbed his hand again, resting on her stomach, "You're wrong, Obi-Wan. This isn't just for them; it's for Us. I need you, Obi-Wan. I know we already talked about this.Obi-Wan, if I leave here with my daughter, without you, I'll die a whole lot earlier than expected and it will all be because of a broken heart."
He huffed, looking down, "It's impossible.too dangerous; if anything should happen to you or the children, or if Vader ever found us.all of this work will have been for nothing." Obi-Wan nodded, kissing Padmé's forehead, "On the up side, we'll be together, won't we?" She laughed lightly, nodding 'yes'. Obi-Wan's lips twitched again, forming a small smile, "Maybe for a little while."
Padmé's smile widened, her forehead still touching Obi-Wan's, "I missed being close you these last couple months. Missed you holding me."
"Padmé, we can't.not now. Yes, I've missed holding you too but your condition.it wouldn't be appropriate." Obi-Wan mused, before kissing Padmé passionately, holding her.
She laughed, joking, "And what was the talk about this not being appropriate?" As Obi-wan leaned in to kiss her again, Padmé fell back, grasping her stomach in pain.
Obi-Wan breathed, grabbing a pillow from the cot using the Force and placing it behind Padmé's back as she continued to wheeze. Sweat began to accumulate on Padmé's forehead as the contraction became faster. "It's time, Obi-Wan. I can feel it; they're here!"
Obidala