Okay...One-Shot, Two-Shot? Snapshot? Whatever...I can't stop! LOL And in my mind, I see Obi-Wan's brother Owen being played by Michael Fassbender.

SouL PurPosE: Snapshot

There was a licensed physician in Sendo City, although he refused to come up to Xeridun. His arthritis wouldn't allow the climb, he'd informed us. There was a midwife in the village, but if any one of us had experience in birthing, it was Obi-Wan. He'd informed me he'd been assisting the deliveries of newborns of numerous species ever since he'd become a Padawan some twenty-five years ago. And besides that, if anything did go wrong, he had the Force to rely on. Frankly, he didn't want anyone witnessing him using it. These times were far too dangerous to be flaunting Force abilities.

So when my water broke during a shift in the grinding factory this morning and the first contraction caused both me and Dorme to go down to our knees, it was Obi-Wan who attended me. He was the one I was counting on to help me through this.

As far as Dorme was concerned, even though she claimed to be feeling every ache and pain I was, she certainly couldn't be experiencing it on the same level.

I had refused any pain relief. I wanted our child to be born wide-eyed and alert. There was enough to overcome in these times without adding addiction to it. That only meant every muscle contraction was as strong as the first one and every shout of agony I released was echoed with the voice of my best friend.

"Are you kidding? What does she think she's doing?"

We were in our own home, and although I was somewhat delirious with pain, I recognized the additional voice as belonging to Obi-Wan's brother, Owen. I didn't recall inviting him to this party!

"It's sympathy pain," I heard Obi-Wan explain.

"What in the hell is sympathy pain?"

"It's real," Obi-Wan continued. "And it even has a name. Couvade Syndrome. It occurs with overly empathetic people who are close to someone and have shared the same experiences they have. There's probably no one closer to Padme than Dorme is, including me."

There was silence after the explanation although I could sense Owen trying to determine whether he believed his big brother or not.

"First of all, Dorme isn't exactly what I would call empathetic," he began. "She's a nuisance, is what she is. Did I tell you what she did to me the other day? Why she…"

I really wanted to hear this story, but another wave of pain hit and I grunted loudly to find some relief.

"Excuse me for just a moment," Obi-Wan told Owen, stepping over to my side. With his hand, he sent a wave of comfort across my stomach, which did help quite a bit and I smiled at him in response.

"I'm never doing this again!" I heard Dorme shout from where she had laid down on the floor next to the bed. "I don't care how cute babies are! I will never go through this ever again! And by the way, that means you two are done! No more hanky panky! Do you hear me? One is enough!"

As all mothers did throughout history, I realized that as soon as Dorme saw the angelic face of our infant, she would change her mind. No matter how much this hurt, we were planning on having at least two children; possibly even more!

Obi-Wan placed a tender kiss on my sweat-dampened brow and chuckled before he whispered into my ear. "Owen's trying his best to calm her down. This should be quite the spectacle."

"No! Not like that!" I heard her shout at the poor man. "It's more like oo, oo, ee," she informed him, repeating the breathing exercises the midwife had taught us. "All you're going to do is cause me to hyperventilate!"

"Are you ready?" Obi-Wan asked. "I believe it's time to push."

I nodded my head once and then heard a scream, although it hadn't come from me. It was Dorme and the high pitch of the sound had nearly shattered the windows.

"Settle down! It can't be that bad!" Owen yelled at her.

"You have no idea what you're talking about! If you ever have a baby, then and only then will you have the right to give me advice!"

"But you're not having a baby!" he shouted back. "It's all in your head!"

Obi-Wan didn't have time to explain about the link they shared, and how Dorme was actually experiencing actual pain to some degree. It was a secret we had kept between us this entire time because we didn't think anyone else would understand.

I still didn't understand what Owen was doing here in the first place.

Another strong contraction and a powerful push with some assistance from the Force, and I experienced a good deal of sudden relief. It was all over with, and soon, Obi-Wan presented a downy, dark head and a squirming little body into my waiting arms.

"It's a beautiful and perfect baby girl," he whispered proudly crouching down low to lovingly gaze at us both. It was a moment I would never forget even though it was accompanied by loud, emotional sobbing.

"We did it! I can't believe we did it!"

Dorme had managed to come to a sitting position with the help of Owen. She was overcome with joy, bawling her eyes out, and reacted in a way she may regret later. Owen, on the other hand, once he got over the shock, looked as if he might be enjoying it. He'd just been grabbed and was being kissed senseless by a woman he'd once told me was the most aggravating female in the entire galaxy.

"What do you make of that?" I asked Obi-Wan, who was observing them as well.

"She doesn't seem so annoying now, does she?"