POV: Anakin Skywalker
We've been here for a little over three weeks now and Obi-Wan's aggression has…taken a new turn. He hasn't hit me since the incident not too long ago, but the way we had sex now was completely different. He was very forceful and it was beginning to hurt. I wasn't sure when he'd gotten into a bondage fetish, but it happened a few times. Last night being one of them. I liked the wild side of him, but it just wasn't him. He had always been the calm one between the two of us and I was always the aggressive one. I wasn't sure I liked the switch in personalities between us.
I rubbed over a cut he'd made on my chest last night and sighed. He had somehow found a whip, Force knows where, and used it. It started out very erotic, but then the pain overwhelmed the erotic side of it. I glanced at his sleeping face. He was laying on his back and I pushed myself up off of him to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I felt slightly sick again and I still hadn't gone to see a doctor or anything even though he kept insisting. He was still genuinely concerned, but now he was becoming obsessive of me. He didn't want me going anywhere without him and I kind of had a theory as to what was wrong with me, but I didn't do anything about it because it was impossible. I laughed at myself as the thought crossed my mind for the first time a week ago and I laughed quietly again.
If I told Obi-Wan what I thought, he'd laugh with me. Then again… I slid out from the bed, my muscles throbbing from the ropes he'd tied me down with. I pulled my boxers and pants on before heading downstairs. Padme was making eggs for breakfast and, as much as I wanted to eat them, my stomach churned at the smell. I went back upstairs as silently as I'd come down and slipped into her room. Earlier this week, she'd gotten sick. She immediately assumed it was because she was pregnant and we all laughed about it because it freaked her out. Fortunately for her, she wasn't pregnant. I rummaged through her bag until I found one of the million tests she'd bought.
I put the bag back into place and made my way towards the refresher. I locked the door and read the instructions on the box, lifting an eyebrow. This was fucking crazy. I was out of my mind. There was no way I could possibly be pregnant, yet here I was with a pregnancy test because my curiosity got the better of me. I sighed and did as I was instructed via the box and washed my hands before waiting patiently. I let my senses roam towards my bedroom and sensed Obi-Wan. He was still asleep, but I knew he would be up soon.
Padme was happily cooking downstairs and I could hear her humming quietly if I tried hard enough. She'd been extremely annoying since her 'pregnancy scare,' as she kept calling it. She asked me if it were possible and I asked her if she'd had sex with anybody recently, to which she answered no. I asked her when the last time she had sex was and she said six months ago. That was when I'd given her a look that was not amused one bit. How could the dumb bitch think she was pregnant if she had sex six months ago? She would be showing by now.
Satine, on the other hand, was sleeping. I'd crept into her dream last night and kind of influenced a nightmare on her. It was funny to me. Obi-Wan had passed out minutes after we finished having sex and I was bored. Listening to his heart usually entertained me enough, but my boredom was just too much last night. Obi-Wan put a password on the holo Padme bought me, so I entertained myself with scaring the living hell out of Satine.
The test beeped and I held my breath, staring at the countertop without seeing the result just yet. I didn't understand why I was so scared. I already knew what the result was going to be. It's not like it would be much of a surprise. Maybe it was just my mind playing with me. I laughed darkly and shook my head. I pulled it to me with the Force and stared at it, and then I looked back at the box, looking for the result marker because I had no idea what I was reading. I assumed it would be negative, but I just wanted to be sure.
As soon as I read the box, I dropped the test. My heart literally stopped in those few moments that I sat on the toilet, frozen. I didn't blink, I didn't breathe, I didn't move a muscle. This couldn't be real. I had to be dreaming. I was sure I was dreaming. I looked down at the test, the result side facing me. Positive. That damn thing read positive. Now I really felt sick.
Obi-Wan kept making love to me, thinking it was possible to get me pregnant. Him and his damn fantasy. He wanted a family with me and I kept throwing out the adoption idea and he just wouldn't settle with it. I didn't understand what was so wrong with adoption, but he was against it. He said he wanted a baby that was ours, biologically. I didn't like stomping all over his dreams, but I kind of had to. We're both men. It's impossible for us to get pregnant.
Well. That's what I thought up until right now.
According to this test laying in front of me on the floor, I was pregnant. How that was possible, I had no idea. Again, it may be my mind playing tricks on me. Obi did say I was stressing quite a bit. I looked down at my stomach. I tried to look at the past few weeks and I saw a lot of signs. I've been very nauseous and very tired. Obi-Wan was even getting pissed at me for taking frequent trips to the refresher when he had to go himself or he wanted to cuddle with me.
I slumped forward on the toilet and held my head in my hands, frowning deeply. Obi-Wan will definitely get a kick out of this when I tell him. I shuddered. I was afraid to tell him. What if something went wrong with the baby, assuming there is a baby, when we're making love? I rested my hands protectively on my stomach, again assuming there is a baby inside of me. I wanted to know how the hell this was even possible. I'm pretty sure I don't have a uterus, so what the hell? I rubbed over the front of my pants. I was still male according to this and I didn't have breasts either.
Wow. I'm so fucked up, again, assuming there's a baby. I laughed nervously. I ran my fingers through my hair and I felt myself tearing up. What the hell was I going to do? I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan thinks I'm crazy because I said this wasn't possible. He'd think I was even crazier if I told him it happened. At least, if there's a baby, I know he's the father. Obi-Wan's the only one I've had sex with, so there would be no other father.
There was a knock on the door and I jumped, scrambling to get rid of the pregnancy test. For all anyone knew, it could've been Satine using it, not me. She's the only one officially pregnant. "Yes?" I asked, my voice shaking as I placed the test in the trash and washed my hands again.
"It's me, love." My heart picked up its pace at the sound of his voice. He sounded tired and sweet at the same time. I shut the water off and dried my hands before opening the door to see him only in his boxers. "Good morning." He pecked my lips, smiling warmly at me.
"Good morning, Obi." I rubbed his chest and returned the smile. I was still very nervous. I wanted to be one hundred percent sure this was accurate before I told him. He rested his hands on mine and kissed my jaw.
"You're trembling, Ani. Are you okay?" He glanced into the refresher, then looked back at me, concerned. "Did you get sick again?" I shook my head. "Then what's wrong?"
I chuckled, leaning to nuzzle my face into his neck. "Nothing's wrong. I had coffee this morning." A lie, but Padme did make coffee. I could smell it now. It was actually revolting. I'd never been much of a coffee man, but I drank it when I needed to stay awake. He sighed in relief and nodded.
"I've told you not to drink it, Ani." He brushed my hair out of my face. "It makes you jittery." He chuckled and brushed my hair behind my ear. He didn't like that I wanted my hair in my face sometimes. "You're very beautiful this morning. Well, I mean, you're always beautiful, but you look exceptionally beautiful."
My cheeks became very hot and he rubbed his thumb over my left one. "Thank you, Obi." I lifted my flesh hand to mess with his beard, wanting to touch him as he was touching me. "You yourself are looking pretty handsome." His hands slid down to my hips and then around to my neck and he gently tugged me closer to him, being careful of the slight injuries that still remained there. I still had to wrap it in bacta on occasion and he helped me wrap myself before we made love.
"Let's head downstairs. We can watch something together on the holo if you'd like, sexy." I chuckled and nodded. Some of the nervousness began to subside, but there was always the fear that I would blurt it out and he would just laugh at me. I was afraid of being pregnant and I wasn't sure if this was real yet. I still felt like I was in a dream.
We walked down the stairs and he sat on the couch. He held his arms out for me and I scooted onto his lap. It was odd like this as of recently. He was very…vulgar and wild in bed and now he was very cuddly. I liked it, but it felt kind of out of place. His arms wrapped around me lovingly and I felt safe. Even with all that's been going on, his arms still gave me that essence of protection and safety. It was why I wanted him to hold me as I slept, and he never seemed to mind.
"Well, don't you two look cute," Satine said sarcastically from the top of the stairs. Obi-Wan sighed and I stayed exactly where I was. I didn't tense or anything. I just wanted to enjoy the fact that I was in his arms. I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his smile as he stroked the side of my face. "Ugh," she growled. I didn't know what her problem was lately, but I was getting tired of her royal bitch attitude. She wasn't like this before. I always had the feeling that she loved my Obi and I thought she respected me just because I was a Jedi. I suppose she hates us both now. It didn't bother me in the slightest. I was perfectly content with the man I loved more than anything.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, whispering through our bond. His index finger traced the curve of my lips.
"You," I answered aloud, but very quietly. He chuckled that sweet, soft, little chuckle. He kissed my temple and stroked my hair. As nervous as I get when I'm alone with him, I should just relax. Obi-Wan was an animal with me in bed, but he was the sweetest living thing there was when we weren't in bed. He held me close after lovemaking and it was sometimes like this. Other times, he passed out too quickly and held me subconsciously. I opened my eyes and kissed his jaw. I'd found out as soon as I could if this baby I felt I conjured up even existed and, if it did, I would tell him.