POV: Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan and I were able to talk about a lot of things, but I was still very unsure about how things were going to be between the two of us regardless of the fact that I was having his child. He explained that situation to me as well and I'm still in shock. I have lived this way for over two decades and I had no idea whatsoever what my own body was capable of. Of course I could impregnate people. That was a given unless I wasn't fertile, but I knew I was. I wanted to know, not that it mattered because I can't get Obi-Wan pregnant. We had him tested to see if it were possible and he was disappointed to find out that it wasn't.

"How do you feel?" he asked, rubbing my back as we sat on the bed together. We were beneath the blanket and our shirts were removed, but neither of us actually wanted to have sex right now. I wanted to make love to him, but I wasn't in the mood for the moment because I knew he'd be very rough and I didn't want to be roughhoused.

"I'm not really sure to be honest," I whispered. I glanced sideways at him, waiting for him to explode. He still questioned me about how I couldn't be happy about this. He promised me many things and I believed them to some extent, but I wanted him to show me that he would do better, that he'd refrain from hurting me, that he'd refrain from hurting our baby. My main concern was the baby right now and I kind of wanted it, which meant that it couldn't be roughhoused. The baby was fragile and it could die in a number of ways, ways I didn't want to think about right now.

His first response was a sigh. "Ani, lay down." I didn't even move a muscle, didn't even flinch to make it seem like I'd obey him. I was afraid to. I had a concussion and I didn't particularly want him jostling me around. "I'm not going to hurt you or do anything to you. Just lay down, my love." I sighed and laid on my back, staring up at him. He slid his warm fingers over the left side of my face, tracing everything. He looked so focus and I could feel his adoration. It made me feel good to know he still felt this way. All I've seen lately is an Obi-Wan I didn't know existed, but this was the man I fell in love with.

"Obi-Wan," I whispered, getting his full attention with my voice. The room seemed so quiet. The entire house seemed so quiet right now and it felt like we were the only two that existed. Well, three. He smiled at me adoringly and I continued. "Do you remember the first time we made love?"

"Of course I do."

I stared into his eyes and saw that scene repeat itself. He'd gently laid me on my back, promising me that he wouldn't hurt me, that he'd only go as far as I wanted, and that he would stop as soon as I asked him to. We were on a beach on Naboo in the middle of the night, the only light that illuminated the area was the moon and it was beautiful. "Do you remember what you said to me during it?"

As if he was reading my mind, he lifted his hand from my face and laid it on my chest, above my heart. "I promised you that you would be the only one I loved. I told you that we'd always be together, Ani." He seemed to get saddened by that, which was not what I'd intended when I began questioning him. That was the happiest moment of my teenage life. "I promised you that I would take care of you and love you like no one else ever possibly could dream of."

"I love you," I whispered. My fear seemed to fade away, but only a fraction of it remained. "I have loved you for the last six years. You have been the only one on my mind, the only one I have wanted this promise from, and you are the only one I want to promise me these things. There will never be another man to take your place in my heart."

He gave me a gratifying smile and rubbed over my pectorals slowly. It was one of the things he'd done on that beach that stood out. "I've made too many mistakes while with you, Ani, and I'm so sorry." He started tearing up and my heart tightened. I hadn't meant to make him cry. I hadn't even meant for the conversation to turn to all of his mistakes. I just wanted him to know that I still loved him and that I treasured all of the memories we had.

I pulled his head down and he laid on my chest, crying quietly against me. I stroked his hair and closed my eyes. "You're acting more and more like me every day," I said with a small smile that he couldn't see at the moment. "Obi, we're only human. I have said this a thousand times over the years. I can't hate you. I never will. I love you and forgive you."

"You shouldn't forgive me. I've hurt you so much and I'm probably going to hurt our baby." His hand slid down to my stomach and I frowned. "You said it yourself, Anakin. You're afraid of me. You're afraid I'll kill him or her before you have it. You're afraid of me hurting the baby even after it's born. I wouldn't trust me either if I were you, Ani."

I rubbed small patterns on his back, feeling his warm tears drip onto my skin. His warm hand stayed where it was on my stomach and I realized now that I was attuned to the little life inside of me. I could sense its presence and its movements. I wondered if Obi could as well. "It's not that I'm unwilling to trust you. I want to trust you." He nodded slowly. "I want you to think about things now that there's another life to take into consideration."

He pushed himself up and looked directly at me, looking as though I'd said something to totally piss him off. "No, I should have taken your life into consideration long before this happened. I'm not going to try to change because you're pregnant. I'm going to change because it's what I want to do for you and for the baby. I want you both to love me, not hate me."

"I wouldn't let our baby hate you."

"It would choose to hate me on its own."

"I wouldn't let our baby hate you," I said again, enunciating every word and syllable to get it through his thick head.

"Anakin, you can't make it not hate –"

"Fucking hell!" I cried out, glaring daggers at him. "Knock off all this fucking negativity, okay? It's really damned aggravating."

He seemed startled by my outburst, but nodded in response. "Ani, I love you. I love our unborn baby. I will always love the two of you."

"The two of us will always love you, Obi." He rubbed my stomach gently. "Always."

He nodded and I raised my flesh hand to softly wipe his tears away. He kissed my fingertips one at a time with his eyes closed. "If you were anyone else, you would have left a long time ago." That was probably true. He and I have been together for over a decade. I have now seen every aspect of the persona known as Obi-Wan Kenobi and I still loved him. "I'm lucky to have you and I should show you that more often than I have been, which is damn near close to nothing as it is. I need to show you more. I know you need actions more than you do words, so I will try, Anakin."

"I can be patient for you," I said with a small smirk. I stopped and thought for a few moments, my hand sliding up and down his back absentmindedly. "Would you ever consider counseling?" He looked up at me after being locked on my stomach for the last minute or so. "Like…couple's counseling?"

"Do you think it would help us?"

"It might," I said. I wasn't sure if it would, but it may clear the air if we could talk with someone to be the safety net between us. He wouldn't be tempted to hurt me as much if someone else were watching over us. I was afraid to be alone with him. Granted, I'm alone with him right now, but I'm still afraid. His gentle touches are soothing, but only a little.

He sighed and kissed my jaw. "If it makes you feel safer and better, then yes. I want to do what's best for us, Ani. If you believe counseling will do us some good, then I will do it for you."

"It wouldn't hurt," I whispered. "We could figure out why you've changed so suddenly lately as well."

"Hell, I would love to know that myself." He rolled over onto his back and I watched him sadly. He looked and felt frustrated. I knew he was frustrated with himself. Any and every time we had a problem between us, he was like this. We tried our best to get through it, but this just seemed to be the biggest trial yet. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you."

I willed myself to move and I got on top of him, hovering slightly, straddling his waist. I leaned closer and took his lips for myself, slowly moving them. He willingly joined the kiss and I tried to push as much of my love for him as I could through it so he knew I loved him. His hands rested on my hips and he rubbed my hipbone delicately. I slid my tongue across his lips until he allowed me to slide it into his warm mouth to dance with his own.

I wasn't sure how long this went on. Honestly, I wasn't timing it. I didn't intend on timing it. I enjoyed our kisses for as long as they lasted without questioning it. He moaned and held onto my hips a bit firmer. He wasn't trying to force anything on me, nor was he trying to hurt me. He was opening his mind to me and I saw how desperate he was to hold onto me. He felt like I would vanish into thin air if he took his hands off me for even a split second.

I pulled away, only turning to the side slightly, so I could catch my breath. I nuzzled my nose against his, breathing quietly. "Obi-Wan, we're going to be okay," I said quietly. He dimmed the lights a little more than they already were and all I saw on his skin in my line of sight were shadows. "I won't leave you. I'd never dream of leaving you."

He kissed the side of my mouth and I felt him nod. He felt like he believed me, too, and I was grateful for that. "I'd fight for you even if you did," he countered. "I don't want you by someone else's side. I want you by mine."

I smiled and he kissed across the curve of my lips slowly. Once he started trailing down my jaw, throat, and collarbone, I spoke again. "For as much as you piss me off sometimes, I'm yours, Obi-Wan. There won't be anyone else. There can't be anyone else. I love you far too much." He grinned, albeit a weak grin, but a grin nonetheless. "I don't want my baby – our baby to grow up with someone else aside from his or her real father."

He chuckled. "Thank you, Anakin." He shifted me over onto my side gently and held his arms out, to which I gratefully slid into his arms and curled against his bare chest to listen to his heart, my favorite thing to do when I slept this close to him.