POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I felt like I was becoming just as irrational as Anakin, if not more so. I realize that I'm starting to act more and more like him, or at least how he used to be. I was upset with him because he always shot down my idea of having a baby with him. I didn't see why he was so against it. He always said he wanted to have children. Maybe it was me. No. He only told me he wanted to have children and he said he wanted them with me. If that were true, why was he so determined to not carry my baby or babies?

I threw my coffee mug at the wall, shattering it instantly. I seethed as I thought about Anakin. He was willing to let me make love to him, but he wouldn't have my baby. How is that rational? Pregnancy is one of the things that happen as a result of sex. If Anakin was having sex with me, then he should be able to get pregnant. I glanced at the staircase. He would get pregnant whether he liked it or not. He's my soul mate. I left the remnants of my coffee and mug where they were and trudged up the stairs.

He was lying on his side, but he wasn't asleep. He knew I was here, yet he wouldn't look at me. "So you think ignoring me is okay?" I asked loudly. He rolled over, looking like he wasn't amused. He shouldn't be. There was nothing amusing about my tone. Not even in the slightest. I wandered over to him and pinned him onto his back. "We're having a baby together, Anakin," I declared when he stared up at me in fear. I fed off of his fear. It was good for him to fear me.

"Obi, you're hurting me," he whispered. I squeezed on his wrists tighter even though I knew I was only hurting one of them. "Obi, please stop."

"Oh, stop begging," I growled. "It's very unbecoming of a Jedi." He thrashed around beneath me and I pressed my lips against his in a bruising kiss. I gripped his neck and pushed him down, holding him to the bed. He choked into the kiss, but I didn't let up. I continued kissing him as I had until he gripped me with his mechno and pulled me, rolling so that we rolled right off of the bed and onto the floor. He scrambled to get away from me, but I was faster. I got up and shoved him into the wall. I heard a sickening crack and he collapsed, another crack sounding. His light breathing seemed to get slower. "Get up. I'm not through with you. I'm tired of you not listening to me." My eyes widened when he laid motionless and I fell to my knees beside him. "Ani, Ani," I pleaded. "Anakin, it's not funny. Get up." I ran my fingers through his hair, laughing nervously. "Come on, sweetheart." I felt something wet and sticky on my fingers and I pulled them from his hair, staring at them in horror. "Satine! Padme!" I screamed.

I pulled him up and flipped him gently so his back was on my lap. Tears were welling up in my eyes as Padme rushed in. She looked just as horrified as I did. "What happened?" she gasped, falling beside me, touching his throat and wrist to check for a pulse. "What happened, Obi-Wan?"

I shook my head and cried. I hadn't meant to hurt him. I suppose from a certain point of view that I did, but it hadn't been my intention to hurt him like this. "I hurt him again," I said hoarsely. "I threw him towards the wall. He hit his head."

"We need to get him to a medic, Obi-Wan." I nodded and she helped me lift him as I stood. Once I was up, I shifted him into my arms, carrying him bridal style. His blood was on my shoulder and trailed down my arm. His jaw was beginning to show signs of bruising and I frowned.

We rushed him outside to our ship and Padme activated the med-droid while I laid him down on the medical bed. His head fell to the side, but his chest still moved. It was the only visible sign of him being alive. The droid sauntered over to the bed and spoke in its monotonous voice. "What is the problem?"

"His skull might be cracked," Padme said quickly. "I need you to run a scan on his head and check for brain and skull damage."

The droid did as she was asked and discovered that his skull had indeed cracked. "Can it be mended?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The droid gave me an affirmative answer and went straight to fixing him up. Padme, once she was sure I was in my right mind and that Anakin was okay, took her leave. I held his limp, flesh hand in both of mine. "I'm so sorry, my Anakin." I leaned down and kissed his knuckles. "I promised you I wouldn't do this, but I did, and I'm so sorry."

The droid was done nearly an hour later and I was relieved when it told me that he'd be okay and awake soon. "Sir, I did an entire scan of Master Skywalker. I have discovered something that he himself may not know or understand." I gave it a curious look, hoping it would continue. When it didn't, I silently urged it to. "Look at the screen above, Master Jedi." I glanced over at the screen it was asking me to look at and I saw a curious picture. It was a grayscaled image, very dark, and very unclear.

"What the hell am I looking at?" I was growing aggravated. I had no idea what I was looking at. It was something inside of Anakin though and I wondered if this may be something brain related. I stroked his hair as that thought crossed my mind. If I'd damaged him deeper than physical damage, I would hate myself for eternity. "Well?"

"Master Skywalker appears to be…" it began, seeming as though it was unsure of how to put whatever it was computing, "with child." I stared at it, not registering what it was saying at first.

"Come again now?"

It beeped quietly. "Master Skywalker appears to be with child," it repeated. I stared at the image more closely and my eyes widened. I stared down at his stomach and ran my hand over it. My hand slid over a very tiny bump. I'd touched his stomach many, many times and this was the first time I'd ever felt a bump like this. I moved around it and smiled widely, tearing up.

"How is this possible?" I asked. I looked up at the droid.

"He, though he is male, has the capability of being impregnated. This happens through his anal orifice because he does not have a –"

"Yes, yes, I know how sex works. I know what he does and doesn't have." I rubbed over my face and sighed. "Tell me how this is possible. How does he have this capability? I've seen his body in every aspect. He has a penis and testes. This can't be real because he doesn't have what women do."

"If I have scanned correctly, which I have, then he was born with a birth defect. His internal systems have been altered, but have remained dormant up until the conception of the child."

I found it funny how this happened now because we'd been having sex since he was sixteen. It took this long for him to conceive, which raised another question. "Why was it dormant until now?"

"His body may not have been ready before. His mentality of pregnancy affects how dormant or dominant his ability to conceive is. It is evident that he has changed his mind as of recently and has thought about physically being able to bear children."

My jaw dropped. He denied it to my face that this was possible, yet he had been thinking about conceiving a baby. I smiled down at him and continued stroking his stomach. "How far along is he?"

"He has just passed the first trimester of his pregnancy. The baby is one hundred percent healthy, but appears to be slightly malnourished. You may want to have him eat more, and eat healthier."

I nodded and the droid shut itself off after I was done questioning it. Tears pricked at my eyes again. Anakin was pregnant with my baby. He was already three months along and I wondered if he knew or not. This was wonderful news. After another hour of my stroking his stomach, hair, and jaw, his eyes began to flutter open. The light above him had been dimmed earlier and he looked up at me through half open slits. "Obi?" he asked weakly.

"I'm here, sweetheart," I said happily. I took his hand in mine and he sighed, turning his head to look directly at me. His eyes still weren't completely open. He looked exhausted and weary. "How are you feeling, my love? Does your head hurt?"

He breathed another sign and squeezed my hand gently. "I feel sick and my head hurts a lot." He groaned and tried to sit up, but I pressed a firm hand against his chest and made him lay back down. I knew it wasn't what he wanted to do, but he needed to rest. "What happened?"

"Ani, I hurt you and I know you'll hate me, but –"

"I can't hate you," he whispered.

I frowned, but then I perked up again when I remembered what I had to tell him. "Anakin, you'll never guess what happened while you were asleep." He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly confused. Good. This would certainly be a surprise to him then. This would be a wonderful surprise. "Guess, baby boy," I whispered, leaning closer to kiss his temple.

He glanced around weakly, searching for something in this room that may have changed. I smiled widely, waiting for him to give up. I knew he would. This would be the last thing he expected to happen. Once he decided that the medical room on the ship looked the same, he looked me over. His eyes scrutinized every last part of me and it turned me on. I liked the way he was looking at me. "Okay, you got me. What is it?" He looked up at my face, still confused by how happy I was.

I felt like a teenage girl, which in itself was funny. "Anakin, we're expanding our family." His eyebrow raised and his jaw seemed to tense. He felt confused, but I sensed that there was something he already knew, that this was something he already knew. "You're pregnant, my love," I whispered. At first, he didn't react. That worried me. I was happy and I wanted him to be happy as well. He stared at me blankly and I rested one hand on his stomach, rubbing over the bump delicately, almost as if it would shatter if I pressed too much. His face and signature seemed completely devoid of any emotion and my heart tightened. "You aren't happy about it, are you, Anakin?"

He closed his eyes. "I'm happy to be having a baby," he whispered. "I'm just afraid."

That was when he let his walls fall and I felt his happiness that was nearly swallowed whole by his fear. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Don't be afraid. I will not let you go through any of this alone. It's my baby, and I will be there for it and you."

His eyes reopened and he looked directly at me, looking at me as though I'd completely missed his point. "I know you'll be here for me. That isn't why I'm scared."

"Then what are you afraid of?" I kept one hand on his stomach and moved the other to stroke his hair back gently. His lips trembled as he watched my face.

"I'm afraid of you."