Part 4

"The Couch"

You waltz across the floor, a mop in hand, singing into the handle. Music blares from your radio and you dance along with the song.

Tell me just what you want me to be
One kiss and boom you're the only one for me
So please tell me why don't you come around no more
Cause right now I'm crying outside the door of your candy store

It just takes a little bit of this
A little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now we're up to bat
A little bit of laughs
A little bit of pain
I'm telling you, my babe
It's all in the game of love

You temporarily abandon your microphone and start to mop the floor again. It's spring time, and you're cleaning house. Well, actually it's winter but you're in a cleaning mood.

This, whatever you make it to be
Sunshine set on this cold lonely sea
So please baby try and use me for what I'm good for
It ain't sayin' goodbye that's knocking down the door of your candy store

It's all in this game of love
You roll me
Control me
Console me
Please hold me
You guide me
Divide me
Into what...

Now it's time for your grand finale. You spin, the strands of the mop fly, and you belt out the rest of the song. It's a great song. You bob your head, and clench your eyes shut, trying to make believe that you're on stage with millions of screaming fans  calling out to you.

Make me feel good, yeah
So please tell me why don't you come around no more
Cause right now I'm dying outside the door of your loving store
It's all in this game of love
It's all in the game of love
Yeah, in the game of love

       You picture the flashing lights, and you can see the wave of fans shouting your name over and over again, and glitter falls from the roof. You smile into the microphone as a reporter comes up on stage to interview you and tell you that you've won some kind of award.

Roll me
Control me
Please hold me
(make me feel good, yeah)

       Then the reporter says…..

"I really should come in when your singing more often, Snuggles" You spin, Kenobi's voice scaring the crap out of you.

"What are you doing here!?" You say, dropping the mop and nearly slipping on the wet floor as you make your way to him.

"Yes, well, there was a…a…change in plans." He says, smiling.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you for another 6 months or so…" you mumble.

"I know that, I hope I'm not putting you out of sorts." He replies.

"No, no, it's…it's…narf." you mumble.

"Narf?"

"Don't ask. Any ways…" You both stare at each other, not really sure of what to say. Something has changed since the last time you've seen him. Something is there that wasn't there before. You weren't sure how you should greet him now.

       "Um…we could hug or something…?" he says, smiling coyly. Damn him for reading your thoughts. You both hug each other awkwardly. You feel kind of strange and odd, especially with the new close proximity.

       "I have a question for you." He says, backing away from your hug. You stare at him. What did he want to ask you? A thought pops into your mind, and you pray that he doesn't want to move THAT fast.

"Yes…?"

"I was wondering if I could possibly live here with you?" You stare at him in shock. Move in with him? Where did that come from?

"Um…why?" you ask him. He stares at you, not really expecting that as your answer.

"Well, I kind of need a home, and I didn't think you'd mind, seeing as…you know…about us…and, yeah." He tells you.

"But the flat is kind of small. I don't think it can fit both of us. Especially with one bathroom." You tell him.

"Well, I don't mind that. If you don't." he says.

"But, where will you sleep?" you ask him.

"In the bed"

"But where will I sleep. I have no couch." You tell him. He stares at you with one of those looks.

"You'll sleep in the bed."

"But where will you sleep?" you ask him.

"I just told you that." He says, getting irritated, "In the bed."

"But I have no couch."

"You don't need a couch…"

"But I have no couch!"

"You DON'T need a couch!" He tells you

"But I do!!"

He groans, "I'll buy you a damn couch!"

"But who's going to sleep on it?" You ask

He sighs, "No one."

"But…but, the couch gets lonely…" You pout.

"How does a couch get lonely? Wait never mind, I don't wanna know." He says.

"What about my new couch?"

"You'll get your damn couch, but no one's sleeping on it."

"But where will I sleep?" Now, you're are just trying to piss him off.

"ON.THE.BED." he says,  his voice raising an octave.

"With you?" You point at him and feign naivety.

He groans, "Yes."

You roll your eyes and smile, "Well, that's all you had to say!!!!"

He rolls his eyes once more and then smiles, "Sometimes, I worry about you"

"Good. I worry about myself also." You say, picking up the discarded mop. You click the stereo off and smile back at him. "Well…Um, what was the change in plans?"

He looks up at the ceiling for a moment and then turns back to you, "The war is over."

You stare at him in shock, "What?"

"Well, it's over for me, anyways. I've been reassigned." He tells you.

"To what?"

"To sit here on Alderaan  and wait till I'm needed." He says, smiling at you. How can he smile when he's been basically put out of a job?

"And why would you need to sit here and wait?" you question.

"Because Queen Amidala is pregnant, and she wanted me to stay with her the duration of the pregnancy."

Your mouth drops to the ground. Pregnant!? "How far along is she?"

"Don't know. Bail won't tell. All he said was that I was to find a house here, sit and wait till I was called." He says with a nonchalant shrug as if it didn't matter.

"Well, did he give a specific time or any thing?" you ask

"He said I'd be called when she was through her second trimester." He said.

"Oh, okay. That's…great." You reply. "okay."

"So…I think I owe you a couch." You smile to his little joke as he moves to get his bag of things.

Later that day, as you watch him unpack and hang his clothing with yours, you think that maybe living with Kenobi won't be so bad.

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2 chapters left!!! *sobs* I'm not ready for it to end!!!! This is so depressing!

R/R please!~ewankenobi2002