The trip home alone is unbearable. With no one around me and no one waiting for me, it is aggravating. There is no one to look to for comfort or to calm me down. There is no one to hold me while I think this out.

I get home and plop down on my bed right away. The plush mattress is comforting and as close to Obi-Wan as I'm going to get for a while.

Padmé, while being incredibly generous, is not someone I want to take advantage of. I don't want to take advantage of anyone.

If I go to Naboo, I'll have my cousin to help me, but I won't be staying with her. She has her own life and family. And I can employ her oldest child as a babysitter when I get a job. She'll also be able to give me advice.

If I stay in my current apartment, I'll struggle immensely with no immediate help. There would be no one to watch my baby if I start working again, which I will need to do to care for another person other than myself. My earnings from working as a handmaiden won't last forever.

If I move in with Padmé, I'll have help from her, any handmaiden living with her, and a droid with no idea how to communicate with people no matter how many languages he speaks. The baby will probably end up spoiled rotten. But questions will be asked all the time. The risk that everyone learning Obi-Wan is the father is terribly great. Threepio could probably tell me the odds. Then I'd have to move off-world anyway, this time with Obi-Wan no longer a jedi master. And if the child is Force-sensitive, which it most likely will be with a Force-sensitive father, they will have to forever be told that their father is a disgrace to the Jedi Order because he broke their number one rule. No child deserves to hear that.

Honestly, I kind of want to leave. Children should grow up in a nice environment, not Coruscant. And everything is more expensive here.

Regardless, I need to pack. Either I'm moving to Naboo or I'm moving in with Padmé.

Over the next few days I spend the time packing while the Battle of Ryloth rages on. They talked over the holonet how the war was going. Sometimes I'd hear something good. Other times it was terrible. But finally the Battle of Ryloth ended with a Republic victory. Obi-Wan is coming back.

Most of my home was already empty, so packing didn't change it much thankfully. For a few nights I stared at the blank walls to figure out what to do. I want to go home to Naboo and see my cousin and her children and get help from her and have a stable life. On the other hand, I love Obi-Wan. I love him. I don't know if I can leave him.

Finally, he came over. I invited him in as usual. We laid out on the couch and cuddled, relishing in each other's company. The silence was comforting as I thought about my predicament. Then Obi-Wan realized something was wrong.

He sat up slowly to give me time to sit up too. Looking into my eyes, he says, "Are you okay? You haven't said much since I got here."

It's now or never. I take a deep breath to stall, but I blurt out my final thoughts. "I can't stay here, Obi-Wan. I'm sorry."

The look on his face just breaks me. "Why?" he asks, gently putting his hand on my arm. "I couldn't bare you leaving. What's wrong? Did I do something?"

I shake my head. He could never do anything wrong. "It's more for your well-being than mine."

His eyebrows scrunch together. What I said is relatively confusing if you have no idea what's going on. "What do you mean?"

"Obi-Wan, I'm pregnant." Obi-Wan didn't move. Of course he didn't. He couldn't. He's going to lose his place in the Order for this. He's going to be a father. His whole life has just been turned upside down. "That's why I have to leave. If anyone finds out you are the father, you'll no longer be a jedi."

He straightens his back and picks up his head, looking more like General Obi-Wan than my Obi. "I don't care," he determines. "I'd leave the Order for you, you know that. And fatherhood?" He lets loose a small grin. "It's a high honor."

I smile at his reference, but frown immediately after. "I can't make you do that," I tell him, shaking my head. "The Order is your life, just like your saber. You can't give that up."

He picks up my hands, holding them in his own. They're war torn and coarse, but more comforting than silk sheets and fine wine. "You are my life, and now the baby is as well. You aren't leaving without me. Either you stay here, and we continue our life the way it is, or I leave the Order and we leave Coruscant and make a new life on Naboo, Stewjon, or any planet you'd like. I'm not letting the woman I love and my unborn child go off without me. Something could go wrong, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing I could've been there."

My heart swelled and filled with joy at his every word. Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi is definitely a sight to behold. He's everything I dreamed of as a child. "You are impossibly stubborn. And I love you too. I guess I'm staying here, then." Obi-Wan's smile could rival the brightness of Tattooine's twin suns. "I have to warn you though, I'm moving in with Padmé." The smile was practically wiped from his face, turning into shock.

"What?" I laugh at his expression.

"I can't do it alone, and she offered help," I explain. "Oh, and she knows about us." Obi-Wan was about to speak, but I cut him off. "Relax, it's not like we don't know about her and Anakin."

He shrugs and nods. "Yeah," he drawls out with a sigh."They aren't very subtle." He then changes his expression to a loving grin. "I love you."

I squeeze his hands. "I love you more."

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "That can't be true because I love you most."