To Each Their Own

"You're married? All those times you took 'leaves of absence' you were going to Mandalore?"

Obi-Wan let out a theatrical sigh, raising his eyes slowly from the datapad to the chair his padawan had collapsed dramatically into. "Really now, Anakin - try not to be so loud. We are in a library."

Anakin rolled his eyes and gave a vague gesture to the shelves around them. "We're in a secluded area - no one can hear us."

"These shelves have ears."

"You didn't answer my question."

He shrugged, a bit uncomfortable. Telling the Council about his marriage was one thing - but telling Anakin Skywalker, the hopeless romantic who probably had an affair of some sorts with a certain Nubian Senator?

That was definitely not on the list of things he had planned to do today.

With as much calm and patience as he could muster, Obi-Wan pushed the datapad away and folded his arms over his chest. "I am married, yes. My time away from the Order is spent with my wife."

"Who is Duchess Satine?"

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. "Who else?"

Anakin scratched at his neck. "I dunno - you flirt with everyone."

"It's part of my charm - how did you even find out?"

Anakin raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, really - I mean, I know the Jedi have a healthy gossip chain but that was pretty quick, given the meeting was this morning."

"Master Fisto told Aayla, who told Quinlan -"

"Who told the entire Temple?" Obi-Wan grimaced. No wonder everyone had been giving him side-eyes all day. He rubbed a hand over his brow, feeling a migraine beginning. The events of the day was not a conversation he wanted to tell his wife. "I'll have to have a word with him."

Anakin ignored his master's concern, looking particularly gleeful. "Does that mean you're secretly the Duke of Mandalore? Do you have diplomatic immunity? Access to those fancy ships? Wait - is Korkie your kid?"

"God no, no, yes, and no. Any other questions?"

"When did you two-"

"Fifteen years ago in about two weeks."

Anakin gaped, trying to do mental arithmetic. "Wait...you were married at twenty-two? After the year on Mandalore?"

Obi-Wan shifted a bit. "I admit it was not marrying so young was the best idea - Satine's three years older - but it's worked out so far."

"Huh - I mean I don't think twenty-two is young - I was nineteen when Padmé and I married."

"To each their -" Obi-Wan froze, realizing what Anakin had just said. He stared across the table, not sure whether to be in shock or laugh because of course this would happen, why would he consider any other outcome?

Anakin's brain caught up to him, and he gave a nervous sort of smile, inching out of his seat slowly. "Should I get you anything for your anniver -"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan growled, standing from his seat. "Was this marriage unified before or after Geonosis?"

"Why are you mad at me? You married a Duchess of Mandalore - her ancestors killed Jedi."

"Your wife - my God - my marriage doesn't put the Jedi Order in a bind!"

Anakin blinked, keeping the table between them while he spoke. "What are you even talking about?"

"The Jedi Order - to put it simply - is an organization governed by the Judicial Department and the Galactic Congress!"

"Huh?"

Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out how to explain the complicated mess they were now in. "Anakin...you married your boss."

Author's note: *cackles* Anakin being dramatic is awesome. I love it :D

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