A/N: AHHH! NEW REVIEWER! Many many thanks to Aldawen Eldartari! Yes, I wanted little Obi to be awkward and cute, so I made him awkward and cute! That is the beauty of fanfiction. –hands a cookie- They're chocolate chip! SQUEE!

The next morning, General Kenobi walked briskly from his quarters and headed towards the front door of the Jedi Temple. He was stopped, however, by Anakin with a mischievous look upon his face. He continued to block Obi-Wan's path. "So…how did your little date go, master?"

Obi-Wan smacked his own forehead. "It WASN'T a date, Anakin. It was a thank-you. And it had its faults." He began to push past Anakin.

"Whoah…whoah! Now what faults were there? Come on! You can't leave me in the dark here! I want to know what happened and when it happened!" He had a pleading tone to his voice that nearly made Obi-Wan give in.

"I'll tell you about it whenever I get back."

"Fine." Anakin pouted a bit.

Obi-Wan strode out of the temple, hopped into his Starfighter and with a simple flick of a switch, he was on his way to Sanura's apartment…Just to check on her. Of course, he probably wouldn't see her again after this. WAIT. Yes he was. He promised Naomi and Savannah they could come back to the temple. He mentally slapped himself. How could he have said no to them though? He gripped the steering wheel and veered it to the right. Ta-da! He was at the apartment building. Attempting to exit the Starfighter quickly, he forgot to unbuckle his seat belt and soon found he wasn't going anywhere unless he unbuckled. However, it was a bit difficult to get back up if his head was inches away from the asphalt and his feet were nearly hitting the top of the roof of his ship. With a little use of the force, he maneuvered himself back to his seat properly and unbuckled totally smoothly.

THEN he exited the vehicle.

He ran up each flight of stairs, taking two steps at a time. He was anxious to see how she was doing. As soon as he was outside of the door to her apartment, he was sure he could hear slightly loud music and a vacuum cleaner raging on. Then he heard a shout, "NO! NO! NO! Honey! Don't put your little sister's shoe up the vacuum cleaner! NAOMI!" Then a squeal and a laugh out of the little girl. He knocked loudly.

Soon enough the door swung upon. And low and behold, there was Sanura in extremely oversized pajama pants that were rolled several times yet still dragged across the floor with little sheep printed on them. Her shirt was an oversized, baggy black t-shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her feet were bare and so was her face of all make up. "Hey! Um…sorry…we're just cleaning up this place." The baby on her hip and encircled by her arm squealed out of delight and Naomi in her other arm was holding the vacuum cleaner's handle. She quickly nearly shrieked in delight and squealed "MASTER KENOBI!"

Obi-Wan was not prepared for this.

Savannah, however, had different ideas. She walked straight up to him and gave him one of the biggest hugs he had ever received from someone her size about his waist. That was as high as her arms could reach, after all. Naomi had a fit and pouted. "I want a hug toooooo!" She struggled free from her mother's embrace and requested to be picked up by raising her arms to the Jedi Knight.

Jedi Knights don't do this sort of thing normally.

Actually, as far as I'm concerned they don't do it at all unless it is absolutely positively necessary.

Obi-Wan did it anyways.

He picked up the little girl by underneath her arms and carried her as he had carried Sanura just the afternoon before. "And how are you?"

"Good. How are YOU?"

"I'm just fine. Thank you for asking."

"You knoooow Master Kenobi. Mommy says that she finds you awfully handsome."

The color immediately drained from Sanura's face.

She nearly dropped the baby trying to pry Naomi from Obi-Wan. He pulled her away.

"No, no Ms. Palette. Allow her to go on. And as you were saying, Naomi?"

"Well. She said she doesn't exactly care for how bland you dress, but she supposes it is simply the Jedi way. She says it's actually quite…um…flattering on you!"

"And what else did she say?" He kept her cradled gently in the arms that had done some major kicking ass recently and began to walk around the foyer of the apartment.

Sanura was about to have a fit. Storming off, she put Christine (the baby) in her play pen and went immediately back into the foyer. She stood there, fuming as Naomi repeated everything her mother had said about Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Is that all?"

"Yup!" She seemed awfully proud of herself for remembering so much.

"Well you're mighty advanced for your age, Naomi. You know that?"

She nodded. "Mommy says so too."

He set her down and shooed her off, telling her to go check on her little sister. Savannah did the same.

Sanura was on the edge of tears out of embarrassment and anger. "Oh, Obi-Wan. I'm so sorry! She gets so carried away and repeats everything she hears with such eg-"

"Was it true?"

"Ex-excuse me?"

"Was it true?" He repeated himself calmly.

"Well…"

He waited.

"Umm…"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Well, yeah."

He smiled. "Don't think anything of it."

"Seriously? You're gonna let me off the hook that easily?"

"Yes." He crossed his arms. "Well…no. Sort of in between."

She sighed. "Well…it's a shame you're a Jedi."

Obi-Wan took this offensively. "What do you mean by that?"

"Doesn't that mean you can't fall in love? Or be with a woman?"

"Well…yes."

"What a pity. I just lost all interest."

"WHAT?"

"Just kidding!"

She seemed to be doing much better. Not a hang-over kind of person, he supposed.

"Well I came to check on you. Are you feeling ok?" His tone turned serious.

"Yes. MUCH better. Thank you so much. I can't express how sorry I am. The girls had a fabulous time and told ALL the stories Anakin told."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm positive." She flashed him a big, healthy smile. "Hey! How about we go to lunch again? Kind of…start over."

Obi-Wan felt unsure about it. "Well…"

"Oh, please. It's really the least I can do! I totally messed everything up!"

"Uh…sure…I'll pick you up though."

"Okay. Here at…say…13:30?"

"That sounds good. See you then. Oh-"

"Yes?"

"I pick the restaurant."

Sanura laughed. "Ok. Bye then…" She trailed off and looked up into that dreamy…UM brown, dark gaze of his. It really did suck that he was a Jedi. But…some rules were meant to be brok-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a quick, whiskery-feeling kiss on her cheek from Obi-Wan.

"Well…I'll see you th-then. Bye." She stuttered a bit. That was totally uncalled for…but delightfully nice.

"Goodbye, Sanura. I'll see you then."

A/N: SHORTER, I know. But cuter? TOTALLY! Well, I just want those who are reading this and are like WTF? I thought this was supposed to be drama! Not humor! It's going to have humor in it and drama. Humor and drama must learn how to share. –hands a cookie- There. Now you will shut up. Remember, ONLY nice things in the reviews: ) just thought I'd make that clear again.