When Two People...

He couldn't believe it. He - Anakin Skywalker - had somehow managed to be the expectant father to not one but two children. Real, actual humans that were due any day now. He helped his wife out of the shuttle when it landed, where she walked - waddled really - into the apartment.

"How was it?" Captain Typho asked when Anakin crossed the threshold of the apartment.

"Uhh…" Anakin glanced at the handmaidens whom were assembled in the sitting room, and back to the Captain. "Twins...we're having twins. Boy and girl."

Captain Typho's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Dormé squeaked in happiness, covering her mouth. Anakin cracked a smile, accepting the thump on the back from the captain before heading into the nursery, where his wife was probably trying to process the news.

"Padmé-"

"I don't have twins in my family," Padmé muttered from where she sat in the glider.

"Maybe it's the will of the Force," Anakin jested, kneeling down on the plush carpet in front of her. "For making me see the light before it was too late."

She glared at him a moment before glancing around the rather sparse nursery. "We need another bassinet...more clothes...we need cribs for when they-"

"Padmé-"

"I need to call Sola. The girls aren't twins but they're so close in age that-"

"Padmé." Anakin cupped her face, feeling her anxiety beginning to bubble up. "Calm down."

"Calm down? Ani, are you not understanding what this means?"

"Well…" He hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully. "We wanted a big family anyways. It just began a bit differently than we expected."

Padmé huffed, her hands dropping to her stomach and beginning to smile. "I suppose you're right."

"Say that again - I don't think I heard that quite right."

"Anakin."

"Love you too, dear."

Obi-Wan had always loved teaching meditation to younglings. There was something about watching their innocent faces screw up in concentration that made him all the more proud to be a Jedi. He sat in the Room of Thousand Fountains, legs crossed while he observed the fidgeting younglings slowly, one by one, fall into a trance - or sleep, like the young Twi'Lek boy at the front of the class.

He glanced up when a blast of cold air came through the doors, briefly disrupting the stillness and humidity.

'Sorry,' Anakin mouthed sheepishly, moving to the back of the class and settling down beside a wide-eyed little girl. He winked, putting a finger to his lips, deciding (for once) to be a good example and begin meditating.

Obi-Wan shook his head in amusement, continuing his instructions. He was forever thankful that his brother - probably at the last moment - had realized Darth Sidious' lies and ended him. There had been a lot of yelling in the Council Chambers a few days later - especially when Anakin dropped the bomb "I'm married to Senator Amidala and she's pregnant with my child."

He had kept quiet while Mace and Anakin proceeded to argue, waiting with the rest of the Council for them to exhaust themselves before saying, "Their marriage is the least of our worries, Masters - don't you agree Master Yoda?"

"Biased you are, young Kenobi?" Yoda had muttered with a knowing smile. "Matters of state, we must focus on. Not matters of the heart. Not now."

He cut class short when the younglings began to take notice of Anakin, rousing the Twi'Lek from his nap.

"Care to help me escort our brood to lunch, Master Skywalker?" Obi-Wan asked while the chattering younglings lined up at the door.

"Of course - I hear there's meiloorun fruit pie for dessert today." Anakin grinned while the younglings cheered.

Obi-Wan let the younglings walk largely by themselves - they were all largely nine and ten - dropping to the back of the line to talk to his former padawan. "You have a question for me?"

"Yeah...um," Anakin rubbed the back of his neck. "Padmé's having twins."

"Oh? Congratulations."

"Thanks…"

"And?"

"It's a boy and girl. We're having trouble deciding names and-"

Obi-Wan saw Shaak Ti approaching, no doubt to take the younglings to the dining hall. He raised his hand in greeting, watching the younglings approach her excitedly before turning back to his nervous padawan. "Oh, out with it Anakin."

"Do we have your blessing to name our son Jinn? After Master Qui-Gon?" Anakin blurted.

Obi-Wan stared at him for some time, unblinking and quiet. He mulled the question over before clapping a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Nope."

"Wha - what? Master!" Anakin all but whined while they walked through the Temple. "Why not?"

"Because, Anakin," Obi-Wan was impeccably calm while he walks a few feet ahead of his padawan. "Satine claimed the name for our child - a daughter, hopefully. A tad confusing, don't you think, to have two names in one family?"

Anakin skidded to a halt, mouth gaping. "You - the Duchess but - wha? How-?"

Obi-Wan was smirking when he turned around. "Well Anakin - when two people love each other very-"

"I meant when," Anakin practically screeched, covering his ears. "Ah - I do not need that image in my head."

"You asked," Obi-Wan said with a shrug. "Really, Anakin, must you be so immature? It's basic biology."

"But you're - and -"

"When did we leave Mandalore? Six, seven weeks ago? Could have been earlier than that, though. She's not exactly certain about the timing. I believe - Anakin, close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Anakin snapped his mouth closed before shaking his head incredulously. "I always thought Korkie was your - oh come on! Him too?! How many children do you two have?!"

"Just Korkie and the new baby - what? Something wrong?"

Anakin shook his head. "How come you never told me? Told anyone about - wait, are you two married?!"

Obi-Wan shrugged again, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "No, we're not. As far not telling you - it didn't seem necessary. My private life and affairs are mine alone."

"It would have been nice to have some help, Master."

"Regarding a quiet affair?" Obi-Wan murmured delicately while he strode to the nearest window. "Well…I cannot make up for my mistakes in the past - but you have Satine, Korkie, and I, Anakin, to aid in caring for your brood - and I'm quite sure half the Order and GAR will help you too, once the shock has passed."

"You're…staying in the Order? But what about the baby?"

"Satine thinks it might be best to give the throne to Korkie and take Tal Merrick's place in the Senate, as it's still vacant."

Anakin ran a hand down his face, his face impassive for a free moments before he started giggling.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked cautiously.

"Master…you guys did it."

"Anakin!"

Author's note: so this is a cleaned up, longer version of a prompt I tossed on Tumblr awhile ago. It's based on a comic where Luke was named "Jinn" in Vader's dream and it kind of spiraled from there ^-^

I enjoyed writing this far too much

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