Jinn Tahl

"Obi-Wan is entitled to private life, my love."

"But but - he's Obi-Wan, Padmé! He is supposed to be a boring Jedi master! He's not supposed to have this secret affair with the Duchess of Mandalore!"

Padmé scowled at the screen of her monitor - then at her bulging stomach as their twins stirred within her and began responding to their father's distress. "I don't think they were particularly quiet about it, Ani."

"Well not lately but - how did I miss it? How often did he leave for Mandalore when I was a padawan? Did he ever take me and - Korkie's nearly sixteen! When-"

"Ani!" Padmé finally snapped, her tone halting her pacing husband in his tracks. "Calm down!"

"How are you calm?" He exclaimed, dropping into one of the seats opposite of her desk in the Nubian Embassy.

She shrugged. "Satine has always referred to a riddur - a partner, spouse, in Mando'a," she explained when Anakin raised an eyebrow. "I never asked details, and she never volunteered any additional information."

"But Korkie? How did he manage to do it?"

"I have no-" Padmé stopped, steepling her fingers underneath her chin and thinking a moment. "Ani...Satine did mention once that Korkie's father was named Ben...I just assumed she meant her brother Benjin...I think everybody assumed that."

Anakin groaned, slouching in the chair and covering his face while mumbling, "Master Obi-Wan Kenobi...a dad...that explains his sense of humor."

Satine waited for him on the platform, hands folded in front of her. A small smile came across her face while she spotted his shuttle slowly descending into the biodome. The engines blew hot air in her face, kicking up dirt.

She used a bit of her cloak to cover her mouth, watching the shuttle dock, listening to the engines cut, and its pilot leave the chair before the ramp was even down.

The weeks and months had not been kind to him - there were purple bags under his eyes, more gray flecks in his beard and temple. He looked like a man who had been through hell and back: clothes loose on his frame, his boots scuffed, a tear in his cloak.

But he was smiling, flipping back the hood of his cloak, eyes bright and footsteps sure while he came towards her.

It had always been easy to pick her up and twirl her around - and that's what Obi-Wan did, holding her close and incredibly thankful that all the bantha-shit they had been through was finally over.

"Thank the gods you're alive," Satine murmured when her feet were back on the ground and they had shared a desperate kiss. She stroked a hand through his hair, not daring to let go, fearing that if she let go - she would wake up to an empty bed and a two children in need of their father.

"Well - I had a few reasons to stay alive." Obi-Wan's fingers traced her abdomen, where a faint swell could be felt. "We're really doing this again?"

"Your fault," Satine muttered, rolling her eyes and smiling. "It takes two, my dear."

He smirked. "That it does."

"Dad. Dad. Dad."

He groaned, blinking awake and - careful not to wake Satine - propped himself up with an elbow. A little girl in an Ewok onesie stared dutifully back at him from the end of the bed, blue eyes wide and hands shaking his leg. "Jinn? ...what's wrong? Sick? Bad dream?"

She shook her head, loose bits of auburn hair coming out the plait Satine had put it in before bed. "Can't sleep. Dream."

"What makes you think you'll be able to sleep better here?" He asked in amusement, watching her scramble onto the large bed. Beside him, Satine was stirring, waking up just enough to roll over and lift up the duvet for their daughter.

"Your a Jedi," Jinn stated once she had wiggled into the space between them, looking at him like he was being silly. "Your a good guy."

Obi-Wan smiled at the four-year-old's simple logic. "Do you want to tell me what your dream was about?"

He had learned his lesson with Anakin - and Korkie - in ignoring the dreams of Force Sensitive children. There was a small part of him that was guilty Jinn could experience what his son and apprentice never did, but neither seemed to mind - they were too busy doting on her.

Jinn shrugged, tucking herself into Satine's side. "It was an old man and a lady."

"Old man?" Obi-Wan echoed, his brow furrowing.

"Your age," Jinn chirped, oblivious to her mother's silent laughter. "They were nice Jedi. His hair was longer than Uncle Ani's!"

"Anakin just cut his hair, darling," Satine murmured quietly, stroking her daughter's hair.

"Before that, Mama." Jinn looked at her father, eyes bright in the dim room. "They walked me around Naboo - is it true I was named after them? Jinn Tahl?"

Obi-Wan felt his heart pitter rapidly in his chest. He met his partner's stunned gaze, not quite sure how to react to the fact that his daughter had been visited by the Force-ghosts of Master Qui-Gon and Master Tahl.

"Dad?" Jinn asked, looking like she was fighting sleep.

"Yes...it's true. They were two of the bravest people I ever met."

"After Mama," Jinn declared sleepily, burrowing her head into a bit of Satine's pillow.

"Naturally." Obi-Wan smiled at his partner's affectionate eye-roll, and bent down to kiss each of them on the temple. "I wish you could have met them. They would have spoiled you rotten."

Jinn didn't answer - she was asleep.

"Obi." Satine reached over, settling a slender hand on his chest. "They would have been proud of you."

"Would they have? I broke the-"

"You forget what kind Jedi they were."

Obi-Wan smiled, turning his gaze momentarily to the windows, where the harsh lights of Coruscant where peeking through the blinds. Only fleetingly he could have imagined this life was possible. Covering her hand with his own, he looked to the holo-picture on his nightstand, taken when their rather large, extended family celebrated Clone Appreciation Day. "How could anyone forget their legacy, my dear?"

Author's note: Annd that's it for this crack? AU! A bit more on the heavy side, but still plenty of humor! Enjoy the fluffiness ^-^

(As usual, any mistakes will be edited at a later time)

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