My Pride and Joy
Satine walked beside newly engaged Bail Organa, nodding her head and smiling. It was rare he broke his quiet demeanor and talked so enthusiastically, especially in a place like the 500 Republica. His hands waved while he described the proposal, still stunned that he actually plucked up the courage to ask for Breha's hand in marriage.
Bail stopped when she started to chuckle, looking embarrassed. "Am I talking too much?"
"No, Bail. I've just never seen you like this. Your happiness is a blessing."
He relaxed, smiling so much his jaw must have hurt. How long had it been since she smiled like that? "Thank you, Satine. Which does remind me - "
"Senator Organa!"
Satine froze at the familiar voice, remembering all those days and nights she had heard it - speaking in even tones with his master, jesting with her, arguing with a market woman about price. Sometimes it was thick with sleep, or hoarse from breathing in the gunfire from Insurgents. Husky and low when he made love to her.
Bail Organa turned, grinning when he saw the approaching man. "Obi-Wan! Back on planet?"
She took in a deep breath, and turned about, forcing a smile onto her face.
Obi-Wan Kenobi blinked when he saw her, coming to a stop a few paces away, like he couldn't quite fathom what he was seeing. He had some scruff on his jaw, and he was growing out his hair. "Satine."
"Obi-Wan." Satine tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "It's good to see you. You look well."
"As do you. Your eyeliner could cut glass."
She ignored the way her heart pounded, and managed to laugh. "Always the flirt, Obi."
Bail Organa glanced between them, his eyebrows raised. "You two know each other?"
"Very well, actually." Satine smiled at the Senator. "Obi-Wan and his master protected me when I ascended to my throne."
"Ah, yes. I recall something of the likes now." Bail glanced to Obi-Wan , who had folded his hands into the sleeves of his robe. "Might I ask, Master Kenobi, where your apprentice is?"
"Anakin managed to break his arm - and his lightsaber - on Jakku. He's currently helping Jocasta Nu with her lecture at the Jettise Heirtage Museum." He shook his head in exasperation. "I swear he will be the death of me."
"You're getting a taste of fatherhood, Obi-Wan."
Satine glanced away, to the hustle and bustle of the Senate halls. Keep yourself together, woman.
Obi-Wan laughed, following Bail when he began to walk again. She followed, trying to keep a straight face. "I hope Anakin comes to me in twenty years when he has his own apprentice and apologizes for all the shenagians he has put me through."
Bail laughed loudly at that. "Just wait until he is a teenager, my friend."
"Bail Prestor Organa, you will give me night terrors with that thought."
"Prestor?" Satine murmuered.
Bail shook his head affectionately while he dug out his now-beeping comlink. His frown turned into a grimace. "I...apologize Duchess, Master Jedi. I should take this."
"Is everything okay?" Satine asked, though her question was ignored. She accepted her friend's nod of goodbye, standing still while the Senator of Alderaan disappeared into the crowd of thousands, answering the comlink quietly.
It felt like she was alone...expect for the fact that Obi-Wan was touching her wrist gently, bringing her back to reality. She shook herself, sidestepping the gaggle of senators that were coming their way. With a hand she gestured for the Jedi Knight to follow her...where she did not know...the hangar maybe...her office...
Obi-Wan understood, apologizing to the people he stepped around. He was at her heels while they manveured through the halls, voice low while he attempted to keep conversation. "How is Sundari, Satine? I heard about the opening of the Royal Academy."
"My pride and joy," Satine joked, making a turn. It was slightly quieter in this hall...the Mandalorian Embassy had a different entrance than most embassies, and used a different lift system in the Republica 500. "We have professors from all over the Galaxy teaching our youth."
"Even the Traditionalists?"
She bit down the retort and side-stepped around a cluster of Senatorial aides, smiling a bit to tightly. There were only a few paces until her lift… "Not currently."
Obi-Wan scoffed, folding his arms over his chest while she punched in her floor. "I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt for Mandalore's youth to be educated on every perspective, my dear."
"When they stop trying to assassinate me and usurp my rule I may consider it."
"And when will that be? When you stop denying protection and listen to reason?"
Satine gave him a glare. She didn't say anything when he stepped in.
No one in the lift…and she was so glad that only a few people would witness Obi-Wan and her together. It wasn't that Jedi weren't commonly seen in the Senate...but seeing one near the Mandalorian Embassy...well, the rumors between the two of them had died down since their offical end of their relationship three years ago.
Obi-Wan checked his miniture datapad while they rode the lift, smiling a bit while he typed a response.
"Your padawan?"
"Hmm? Oh no...my friend Siri. She just got back from a mission, everyone is having dinner tonight."
Satine pressed her lips together, remembering the many stories about the Jedi knight.
The many times Obi-Wan cheated on her with that woman.
The lift dinged, and Satine felt her shoulders relax. She stepped out, sweeping down the halls. It was a rather barren embassy compared to most, but it was full enough. A few nodded at her, though did a double-take when they saw Obi-Wan.
"Satine…"
"I need to talk to my aides - our son's in my office."
Obi-Wan nodded, brushing past her. He kept his face neutral, his steps unhurried despite his desperate need to race to the office. It had been weeks since he'd seen his son."
Palming open the door, Obi-Wan stepped inside quietly. A wide smile broke over his face while he saw a young handmaiden on the ground assembling blocks with a ginger-haired toddler. He cleared his throat, watching both of their heads whip around.
"Daddy!"
Obi-Wan laughed, coming forward and dropping to his knees in time for his young son to tumble into his arms. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling short arms wrap around his neck. A shaky breath left him while he pressed a kiss to his son's temple, trying not to cry. "Gods I missed you Korkie."
Author's note: yes, this fic was up for awhile, but I took it down for reasons. It's back now! Enjoy!
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