POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

After showing Ani the articles, he seemed a bit… confused, and wanted to go to bed. We cuddled together and I thumbed over his face until his muscles relaxed and he closed his eyes, his head on my chest, snuggling against me. He was asleep shortly afterwards, holding onto me tightly as I kissed his hair, growing tired myself. I yawned loudly, grabbing a comforter with the Force to cover the both of us as I was near dozing off. I let my eyes drift to a close, melting into sleep. It was warm beside Ani and I enjoyed the story playing through his dream.

It was somewhere around midnight when a loud knocking on the door smacked me right out of my sleep. I groaned, glancing at Anakin, hoping he hadn't woken up. He stirred a little and I kissed his forehead, getting onto my feet, hurrying to end the knocking before it woke Ani completely. The door slid open to reveal Satine, her hair a mess, nervously wringing her hands. Once she met my eyes, she yanked me out and into the hallway. I immediately ripped away from her angrily. "Satine, what's going on?" She woke me up and made me leave Anakin's warmth. I was kind of pissed off. She bit her lip and I put my hand on her shoulder, which resulted in her looking at me worriedly. "Satine, tell me what the problem is."

She tackled me into an embrace that I didn't return. "Obi, I need your help," she breathed. It sounded like she was about ready to burst into tears. I wasn't entirely comfortable with her calling me 'Obi,' but I shrugged it off so I could help her.

"What is the issue?" Again, she closed off. I sighed and gave her my look. She knew what it meant and I knew she'd crack. "Satine, the silence won't fix anything. You're better off telling me what –"

"I'm pregnant, Obi." I was momentarily stunned, not expecting this to… I don't even know. I just wasn't expecting her to tell me about a pregnancy. She should be telling the real father, the man she was with after me. I needed to clear my head to make sure I heard her right.

"I'm sorry?" I wanted her to repeat what she'd said, just so I knew I wasn't being delusional.

She smiled slightly and my innards soured horribly at that. "I'm pregnant – with your child."

"That's impossible, Satine, we nev–"

"Do you remember the night in which we celebrated my innocence from that trial several months ago? We drank a bit…."

Immediately, everything made sense to me. And it all came crashing down on me that perhaps she was lying to me. "Satine, why not you consult the fellow you spent so much time with."

She looked hurt and my stomach churned. "He never cared for me…. Not how you did, Obi." She tried to rub her thumb against my chin and I stopped her, snatching her hand before she could touch me.

"Satine, I did care for you once. Once. I've grown much closer and fonder of someone else in our apart. You're aware of that. If you're being truly honest with me, I may… may assist you, but that is all I will ably do. However, if you're lying to attempt at rekindling a relationship with me, you will be highly disappointed." I said all of that as a matter of factly. I loved Anakin more than anything. That wasn't going to change just because she was 'pregnant.' I felt her hurting emotionally, making me briefly regret the things I said. I rubbed her back gently. "If you're being honest, I will help, but you've done very questionable things in the past."

"People can change," she said, her voice as low and quiet as a whisper. "Obi, all I'm asking is that you be there for our baby." The only person I wanted to have children with was Anakin and I would be sure that we'd have one, away from disapproving eyes and opinions. I honestly did not trust her words, but the story for it seemed logical considering what's happened prior to. I just hoped beyond hope that this wasn't happening. Maybe I was still dreaming. Maybe I was still in bed with Ani. "Obi, please, I can't do this alone. I need you with me."

I shook my head. "I can't risk my reputation for this." I know it sounded cruel, but I was being honest. For one, Anakin would probably never speak to me again once he found out. The Council would send me away if they found out and then problems would be doubled if they learned about Anakin and me.

"Oh," she scoffed, "but you'd risk your relationship with him?" She nodded towards the room behind me and my heart stopped. Every single part of my body froze at her words. How could she have possibly known about my relationship with Anakin?

I tried to play it down. "W-what are you talking about?"

She gave me a cruel smirk and my heart grew colder. "Oh," she said, sighing. "I just know you and Master Skywalker are involved in a very intimate relationship." Now I knew her angle. She was going to try to use Anakin against me and that wasn't okay with me. If she did anything to get Anakin into trouble, I'd ultimately defend him and keep him from the consequences I'd face.

"You can't prove such a ridiculous idea." I rolled my eyes and released her shoulder, beginning to head back into the bedroom. Just to prove herself, much to my surprise, she pulled out a holo.

I immediately stopped in my tracks and stared at her face as she turned on an audio recording. I listened as sounds of movements on a bed played before a series of other noises began. I listened to myself and Anakin having sex and it sounded as though it were done from behind a door. I listened to him moaning and groaning and making all of his pleased sounds among other things. Both of my ears reddened and I cleared my throat, embarrassed by the fact that she'd listened to us loving each other and also by the fact that I now had a fresh boner just by hearing Anakin on the recording.

She cut it and watched me carefully. "Now, may I have your help?" Her eyes felt as though they were sending venom through my entire body. My veins and blood burned angrily.

I rubbed the backside of my neck nervously. "Satine, I –"

I heard the bed creak in the room and I panicked. I didn't want him to come out here right now. I heard him roll off of the bed and my heart began to pound in my chest. I kept my eyes on the door until it opened, revealing my sleepy lover who was rubbing his eyes, his hair a mess. "Master Jedi, what are you doing up?"

He fixed the drawstring on his pajama bottoms, his eyes still so full of sleepiness. "Just wanted a drink," he muttered. He eyed me, his sleepy eyes begging me to come back in to bed with him. Satine crossed over to him right in front of me, linking an arm under his as he slumped a little, still trying to wake up. She urged him down the hall, leaving me standing here like an idiot.

"I have something to discuss with you, Master Skywalker." My heart fell down from its normal position and sank to the lowest depths it could reach. I connected with him through our mental bond easier than I normally could because he's barely functional when tired.

"Do not trust a word she says. Ani, I love you so much," I whispered, rattling it all off quickly. I felt his confusion and the silence was awkward, killing me internally. I felt like she was going to ruin everything that was going so well in my life. Unfortunately, today marked the fourth month that Anakin and I were together and Satine would ruin that celebration.

I watched Anakin glance sideways at Satine as she talked to him and I worried my head off. I went back into the room and sat on the bed. I rested my elbows on my knees and held my face in my hands. He would come back and we'd be over. This was the end of my relationship with Anakin…. He would never love me again after this. I tensed up all over as minutes upon minutes passed by. He still hadn't come back. I knew he would. He would want to confront me for the truth and I would have to force myself to give it to him.

I heard his boots thumping down the hallway and I sensed how furious he was. He stopped outside the door, but didn't open it, and I wondered why he was hesitating. If he was that upset, he would've burst right in and gave me the worst and most brutal tongue-lashing he could muster. I stared at the door, waiting for it. Perhaps this was just the beginning. He would torture me by pushing my patience.

Finally, the door slid open and there he stood. He took maybe three steps into the room and stopped, which was still quite a distance from me. The room was dark, but I knew he was crying. I could hear the cries in his breath as he breathed and he was sniffling occasionally. I started towards him, standing quickly. "Anakin –"

"Don't say a damn word," he whispered. "I am going to talk." I sat back down and let him move about the room. I knew he didn't want me to be close to him right this moment. He shifted his weight onto his right foot and his hand flew out, switching both lights on each nightstand on. He stared at me, his eyes raw with tears dripping down his cheeks. It broke my heart to see him like this and I could tell it was bothering him to be like this. "You cheated on me," he snarled, starting to sob. He crossed one arm in front of himself, holding his stomach, lifting his other hand to hold his forehead. "Why?"

"Ani, I –"

"Anakin," he hissed. "You will call me Anakin."

I frowned at him, keeping my eyes on him as he tried to stop himself from crying more. "Anakin," I said, correcting myself. "I hadn't meant to cheat on you. You know I love you. What happened between Satine and me was nothing. I swear to you. I love you."

"You screwed around with Satine because you love me?" he growled. "Obi-Wan, I gave you nothing but honesty and all of the faithfulness I thought you deserved. What did I do so wrong that led you to put your dick in the damned duchess?" He screamed the last sentence at me and I flinched, not expecting him to say it quite that way.

"It wasn't you, Anakin. You didn't do anything wrong. She… She needed comforting. We drank a little. I… we…"

"I don't need the dirty details," he sneered. "No amount of explanation will ever make this okay, Obi-Wan."

I moved closer to him and he tensed up, moving himself to take a slight defensive position. It wasn't as clear cut as a defense mechanism on the battlefield. He just wanted me to stay away from him right now. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness," I whispered. "I know what I did to you was wrong and I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long."

"I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other," he said, his voice barely audible.

Since he wouldn't let me near him, I decided to just move up to the pillows on the bed and lay back, angry at myself. He stood there, the silence killing him inside. I closed my eyes and laid on the pillows. If he never wanted to see me again, I wish he would just say it already. "I'm sorry, Anakin…."

I knew sorry would never be enough for him, but – My eyes snapped open as I felt an immense force hit my body. His arms wound around me and he sobbed against my chest. I stared down at him, shocked that he'd actually moved towards me. I would've been pleased that he came closer, but I didn't think he'd hold me. He kept his head beneath my jaw, his body somewhat curled into himself. I draped one arm over his side and wrapped the other around his neck, bringing my hand up to stroke and kiss his hair, shutting my eyes, letting the tears fall from my own eyes silently.