From Earth to Star Wars: Part Two

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Dimonah Tralon: How scary that must have been and we're glad that she turned up both times! Your sister sounds a lot Sasha, that they end up causing trouble even if they don't mean to! She's been quite fun to write, to discover how her character develops and what qualities she gets from her parents. We are so pleased that you are still reading and reviewing our story. We look forward to hearing from you! Thanks again. We hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Sixty

Meagan's Point of View

"Daddy can I keep him?" Sasha's odd colored eyes pleaded as a slightly graying Obi-Wan looked at her sadly. "I'll take good care of him. I promise."

"Sasha..." There was a slight warning in his tone. "I don't think that it's such a good idea. It's a wild animal."

"But Daddy, he's all alone. He'll die without his mommy and I'll train him. Besides the Force resides in all living beings."

I awoke suddenly as Obi-Wan finally gave into Sasha's pleading and from not being able to find a logical argument against her reasoning. I rubbed my eyes, wiping the sleep from them, trying to place the dream. Sasha looked to be about eight or nine years old, but they weren't in the Temple, nor anywhere else that I recognized and Obi-Wan's eyes contained a deep pain that tore at my heart...what had happened? Shaking my head, I resolved not to dig too deep into it. After all it was just a dream and Sasha had been asking for a pet lately.

"Meagan?" Came my husband's sleepy voice, having obviously sensed that I was awake. "Is something wrong?"

Not wanting to get into the dream, I just shook my head. "Everything's fine, just wondering again if we should get Sasha a pet."

Obi-Wan sighed, probably not wanting to get into this conversation in the middle of the night. "She asked me again last night as I was putting her to bed. Once I told her no, she asked for a little sister."

I couldn't help but chuckle at my daughter's scheming, not unlike the one from my dream. Turning slightly I looked up into Obi-Wan's face. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing really. Just that it was bed time and put her to bed."

I raised an eyebrow well knowing she wouldn't have gone down if she really wanted something. "What happened?"

He threw up a hand in mock surrender. "Alright. I distracted her by reading her another story. She was asleep before it was over."

"Nice job love. Complete avoidance." I couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously what harm will it do to get her a small pet?"

"They do have their clan mascots." He pointed out. "Besides where will we put it anyway?"

I sighed, knowing we'd discussed this before. "I know but she really wants one. My family started having pets when Seth and I were about her age."

Obi-Wan's eyes began twinkling with mischief. "Meagan, I don't think wild cats would be the best idea."

At his teasing, I gave him a playful slap. "Very funny Obi-wan."

"Meagan, you know it's just not that practical."

"I know, but it would make a good playmate for her when you are gone."

"She's with her clan and in classes for the majority of the time." He pointed out, sounding entirely too sensible.

"But not at night which is when she misses you and Anakin the most. Having a pet to bed and feed would help preoccupy her."

Obi-Wan sighed before leaning back against the pillows then reached over and pulled me to him. "I know, but we don't seem to get anywhere with this discussion."

"It'll wait to you get back." I nodded, hoping we'd eventually get through it. "Are you really leaving in the morning?"

I felt him nod.

"And where are you going?" I asked, trying to keep my tone conversational.

He barely held his breath, but it was enough that I caught it and the anxiousness I felt when he was gone immediately settled into my stomach, especially as I knew he couldn't tell me where he'd be or what he'd be doing.

"I'm sorry love." He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

I could only snuggle closer, trying to gather what comfort I could from his warmth as knowing the mission was more than likely a dangerous one.

"It'll be alright." His low accented voice caught my attention as he comforted me.

I rubbed my tired eyes, wishing I could have gotten more sleep. I should have been used to it by now as I tended to get less sleep while Obi-Wan was gone. I missed his love, his strength, his warmth and all the while wishing he was here with me. I curled up on his side of the bed, pulling his robe closer around me. Sighing I turned over on my other side, hoping and praying that he was alright. I'd gotten used to he and Anakin going on missions and the majority of them were routine as he was a highly requested negotiator. However what was keeping me awake in the middle of the night were the ones where he couldn't tell me where they were going or what they were doing, only that they had been assigned to a classified mission.

I drew my arms around his pillow, taking in his deep masculine scent. I slowly stretched out in the Force, reaching for my husband, but barely felt his presence, only assuring me that he was alive and relatively uninjured. Blinking away the tears, I snuggled into the pillow, drawing comfort from it as if he was there holding me close. I closed my eyes drawing it in, picturing the love we shared only days before on the night he left. And finally, while lost in memories, I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke slowly, feeling tired and completely drained. Pulling myself up from the bed, I forced myself to get dressed and then fixed something to eat. Sasha, obviously picking up on my feelings, was quite grouchy and took twice as long to get ready while whining the entire time. After a good amount of prodding I finally managed to get her out the door and down to meet her clan. Once she was settled in and in a much better mood, I returned to our apartment.

Working slowly, I finished cleaning up the morning meal, wondering what was wrong with me. I'd been feeling slightly off color lately, but hadn't put too much stake into it. I plopped down unto the couch considering how achy and tired Id' been lately and just overall not feeling good.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Obi-Wan's gone. It's just stress." I told myself. "Nothing to worry about."

Sighing I picked myself up from the couch and made myself do something more productive.

However, over the next several days I still hadn't been feeling any better, sometimes feeling slightly nauseous in the wee hours of the morning. But I just kept chalking it up to trying not to worry too much over Obi-Wan and Anakin. But I also noticed that my breasts were quite tender but then again, I was probably about too...

The thought didn't even have to come to its' conclusion before the next one began. I placed my hands on my stomach. Could it even be possible since we always used protection? But yet I already knew the answer. Only abstinence was completely foul proof and Sasha proved it. Of course, I couldn't discount the fact that since Obi-Wan and I had made up from the last fight, we'd been acting like out of control hormonal teenagers.

Thinking a bit more rationally I counted back and realized unless I really was just late, there was a possibility that I could be pregnant again. It was entirely too soon to know for sure, so for now I just had to wait and see. Time would always tell. But how in the Sith would I tell Obi-Wan?

Several days later, when I returned home, quite tired from a long day, I found a rather wonderful surprise. "Obi-Wan." Literally running across the living area, I threw myself into his arms.

We held each other tightly for quite a while before I pulled back and started to give him a once over.

"Meagan I'm alright." He chuckled slightly. "I'm just tired."

I gazed into his eyes and realized he hadn't slept in several days. "Are you hungry? I could fix something for you. Or would you prefer to go straight to sleep?"

"Actually I'm famished."

"I'll find something while you clean up a bit. I'm sure a nice hot shower will make you feel better."

"Thank you love." He nodded before finding my lips in a long sweet kiss.

I watched him head back towards our bedroom, absolutely relieved that my husband had once again returned safe and sound. After I heard our bedroom door slid open and shut, I turned and headed into the kitchen to find something for him to eat. Just as I put it onto the table he came back in. As I watched him eat, I had the fleeting thought that telling him I could be pregnant again, as tired and stressed as he was now, could put him into an early grave.

The next morning I laid in bed, wondering when I should tell him about my suspicions. I was still feeling tired, but yet to have any real morning sickness. Of course that really didn't mean anything either. My mom for instance had very little with both myself and Seth, my older brother. I pushed myself out of bed, even if it was too early to tell, I still wanted to go get a test.

"Meagan?" Obi-Wan's hand slid up my back before moving around my waist to tug me back into bed. "Where are you going this early in the morning?"

"Just to the refresher." I leaned down to kiss him. "And I want to check on Sasha."

He nodded before settling back into bed. I watched him for a moment or two before leaving the room to check on our daughter before sneaking out of the apartment.

The test had been negative. The day I snuck out was several days earlier and this morning I finally gathered the courage to run it. And it was negative. But did that mean anything? The test said it might not be that accurate if you were less than three to four weeks late and I was just slightly under that mark. The test could be right, but it could wrong this early on. The Force hadn't enlightened me either way, making the tension inside my stomach tightened especially as I was still questioning myself as to when to tell my husband.

I ran shaking hands through my hair. I just needed to calm down, worrying about it wouldn't make it any easier nor would it help in discovering the truth. And it certainly wouldn't be good for the baby's health...if there was a baby that is.

A day or so later, I was still thinking about everything, as a rather loud crash broke my thoughts. More than quite startled I jumped before glancing down to discover that I'd dropped the cups of tea I'd been making onto the floor.

Hot, nearly scolding liquid grazed across my bare toes, forcing me to jump back. Sighing, I realized I was now going to have to clean this mess up. I reached for the rag when I was lifted up and placed completely out of the way.

"Are you alright?" Obi-Wan had come from out of nowhere and he gazed at me with obvious concern.

"I'm fine." I told him. "Just a little jumpy is all. I guess I got distracted and wasn't watching what I was doing."

He raised eyebrow, knowing something was wrong. I normally wasn't this clumsy. "I'll go ahead and clean this up. You are likely to hurt yourself without your shoes on."

I nodded absently, my mind automatically going to other things. "I'll just go put Sasha to bed."

He stared at me for a long hard moment. "Honey, I put her to bed half an hour ago."

"Oh, well then..."

"Meagan go sit down and we'll talk in a minute." He told me in a very firm, but gentle tone leaving me no recourse but to do as he said.

"Meagan are you sure you are feeling alright?" He asked me several minutes later as he came to sit down besides me, reaching a hand to my forehead. "Are you getting sick?"

I gently shook him off. "I'm fine. I've just had my mind on other things."

Obi-Wan obviously didn't buy it and pressed onward. "You've been acting rather...different these last few days, ever since I got back from the last mission. What's going on?"

I was about to tell him nothing, lying my way out of it, but thought better of it. If I was pregnant he needed to know before someone else told him and he deserved and needed to know, even if I wasn't. "Well there is something you should know..."

"Meagan whatever it is, we'll handle it together." He reached over and gently rubbed my hands with his thumb. "I won't get angry. You're being honest with me and that's what matters."

I gazed at him, hoping he'd remember what he said after I told him he could be a father again. After all we had never discussed having another baby. We had never really even discussed having our first one! So, plunging straight ahead I took a deep breath and quickly expelled it. "I think I'm pregnant again."

The room instantly grew quiet and after a moment or so, I glanced back up to Obi-Wan. The only sign that clued me in on the fact that he even heard what I said was the color of his face was slightly paler than what it was before. The rest of his face was a complete mask

He must have felt that I was watching him because he finally spoke. "How sure are you?" His voice was calm and collected

I shrugged slightly. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm only suspicious, but thought you would need to know."

"Well, it would certainly explain your... moods lately." He gazed at me for a second or two before asking. "Is that what's got you thinking about this? I was gone on a classified mission, it could have just been stress."

"Somewhat. I had thought that myself, but I haven't been feeling all that well." Not being able to sit any longer I got up and began pacing, trying to string my thoughts together. "Being pregnant again probably wouldn't have even crossed my mind had I not been late and we've been all over each other lately, acting worse than we did as newlyweds."

Obi-Wan sighed and watched me pace for several long moments. "Isn't there some test you can run to know for sure?"

"I ran a test the other day and it was negative."

He stared at me for long moments before asking in a clearly annoyed voice. "Then why are we even discussing this?"

I stopped pacing for a moment and turned to look at him. "I'm not quite three weeks late. The test I ran said it might not be that accurate that early on. It could be right or it might not have detected anything if I am."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed again. "So now we just have to wait and see?"

I nodded before resuming my pacing. Barely a moment or so later, Obi-Wan rose and came to stand in front of me. "Has the Force gave you any inclination? Or do your own instincts tell you anything?"

I shook my head. "Nothing either way."

Obi-Wan, surprisingly quite calm, began to gently rub my shoulders. "Why don't I go make us a cup of tea while you slip into something more comfortable? There is no use worrying over this especially if you're not pregnant. And if you are, it's not good for you or for the baby."

I nodded and headed into the bedroom to change clothes. Quite relieved that telling him was over, I made myself calm down. And the cup of tea he brought helped me fall into a deep sleep.

Obi-Wan and I waited patiently through the next week or so...well he did while I was rather consciously battling the anxiousness of wanting and waiting to know. The Force still didn't reveal a thing, but I might not be far along enough to feel it.

I had tried numerous times to discuss this with Obi-Wan, but he always pointed out that it would be fruitless to talk about it until we knew for certain. Though I really wanted to discuss this with him, to wonder what it would be like to have another baby together. And over the course of my thoughts, I smiled, hoping that I was really pregnant again, that I could give my husband another child.

And here's a quote from a brand new movie: Prince Caspian:

"Oh spot, I've left my new torch in Narnia."