POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin was now about halfway through his fourth month and he'd been very…unlike himself. He was worrying and stressing and I had to tell him repeatedly to relax. The final time I said it had been an angry command and he'd flinched before screaming his reason for being on edge. He was just waiting for me to snap at him again. I've been better with him and he acknowledged it a few days ago, but he still seemed a bit edgy. I've held him like he wanted to be held, made love the way he wanted to, and I made him foods that were much healthier for him quite often.

I smiled at his sleeping form beside me. His hair was a mess. It wasn't even because we'd fucked like animals last night because we certainly hadn't. He'd writhed around during our lovemaking and all the sweat from it had left it in its current state when he fell asleep. He's starting to make himself sleep on his side since he'll be bigger in the next few months. He's been having a hard time with that since he's accustomed to sleeping on his stomach, but he said he's still trying.

I glared at the comlink on the nightstand behind him. The Council's been comming us over the last few weeks and I've been trying to avoid them. I haven't even told Anakin. He just assumed they were ignoring us and leaving us to our mission that we'd…abandoned, to some extent. From a certain point of view, we were still on it. Satine and Padme were still with us. I didn't want to take Anakin back to Coruscant. The chances of us being separated were very high and I didn't want him out there alone.

I sighed and rubbed his neck gently so as not to wake him. I love him with all of my heart and I only want the best for him. If we go back to Coruscant, I may not see him for several months should we be assigned separate missions. Granted, before our current mission, we hadn't seen very much of one another, only to be reunited on Mandalore. I glanced down his body and saw just how much of him was revealed to me right this moment. I smirked at the erection he had. I took a peek into his dream and knew exactly why his body reacted, and then I smiled to myself.

I sensed someone coming towards our room and I gently tugged the blanket up to his shoulder and made sure every bit of him was covered that shouldn't be shown to others. I glanced towards the door as it slowly opened and Padme's head popped in. She gave Anakin a brief glare, then softened her look as it shifted to me. "Can I speak with you?" she whispered.

I nodded. "Give me a moment to dress and I'll be right out." She replied with a quick nod and then closed the door. I slid off of the bed and grabbed loose fitting clothing on. Satine had been wonderful enough to buy him and me some new clothes since our Jedi attire was beginning to wear out to the point where we may both have to walk around naked for a while. I left the room and went downstairs to meet Padme who'd seated herself on the couch. I raised an eyebrow. "What is it, milady?"

"I know it is none of my business, but have you and Anakin been any better lately?" she asked, whispering.

I gave her a weak smile. "He's doing much better and our relationship is getting better as well." She smiled at that and I let out a quiet laugh.

"He does seem a lot happier at times."

"He has a lot on his mind that keeps him down, but I'm trying my best to make him happy." It was curious, why was she asking about the relationship between him and me if she were secretly in love with my lover? "Why are you asking, Padme?"

"I just want to make sure Ani's okay. I want to return to Coruscant soon and I care very much for him."

"I see."

"It's nothing, honestly. He's a friend, Obi-Wan, as are you. I don't want to see either of you hurt and I know there's been a lot going on between the two of you." She seemed to smile to herself a little. "Anakin told me you've been trying so hard lately. He's very proud of you, just in case he hasn't told you that himself."

Anakin was proud of me? He hadn't said that in the last few weeks. He thanked me when I did something nice for him and it was his genuine thank you, which meant a lot to me. He blushed like mad when I'd sneak up on him and plant kisses all over his neck and shoulders. It was something he'd liked from the moment I started kissing him like that, so I chose to do that because I knew how it affected him. He laughed when we talked and joked and it was his laugh. That beautiful and free laugh of his, not a forced one. He was being himself around me again, but he'd never once said he was proud of me. I suppose it was because he didn't want it to get to my head, which it was, so I could see why he hadn't said it.

"I'm glad to hear that." I honestly was. I wish he'd tell me instead of confiding in someone else, but, as I thought moments earlier, he didn't want it to get to my head. My ego has been far too much lately and it didn't need any further adjustments, unless it was lowered. "He said he's going to call a couple's counselor today. Well, when he wakes up."

That drew a laugh out of her. "He's normally up by now, but I'm only going to assume you both kept one another up for a long period of time."

"Oh, yes." I smiled slyly. He and I had been up until roughly four in the morning, making very slow and passionate love. The only loudness there had been during that was our moans. He'd whispered my name and I'd whispered his. We talked to one another during sex and it was wonderful. He told me when he felt really good and we just talked about us in general.

He said he wanted to get married before he had the baby and, albeit we were limited on time, I wanted it myself. I wanted to give him the ring I've held onto since the day we got together. I knew then that I loved him and that he loved me. Nothing could tear us apart. Nothing. I'd, of course, left it on Coruscant, but I could easily sneak in, grab it, and come back.

Padme only shook her head and went into the kitchen. She was more than likely going to make breakfast for everyone. I was about to head upstairs to wake Anakin when a very deep, but quiet voice startled me. "I am proud of you," he whispered.

I smiled up at him though my heart was still pounding. How hadn't I sensed him waking up or coming out to sit on the top stair and listen to the conversation? He stood and came down to meet me halfway, smiling a little. I kissed him gently, holding his hips. "Ani, I want the best for us, for you. I'm really trying to make things better between us." It was difficult to not fuck his brains out right here. He looked so attractive. He'd clearly taken a quick shower. His hair was still dripping and his shirt outlined his muscled chest.

"I know," he said softly, his playful smile widening. "That is the reason I'm proud of you." I stood a step down from him and leaned forward to kiss his abdomen. He chuckled and stroked my hair, smiling down at me adoringly. "Hey, we can get back into bed if that's what you want," he teased.

I straightened up and held my hand out for him. He took it, his eyes showing clear signs of his happiness. I took him downstairs and led him into the kitchen. Padme was now sitting on the couch, reading some book she'd chosen off of the shelf. "What would you like to eat, my love?"

He glanced around. "Hm, how about just a sandwich?" I crossed my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow. "Okay, okay," he began, laughing. "How about eggs?" I nodded and got to work. I pulled out the frying pan and the eggs and started readying everything as I did quite often now. I was surprised he hadn't gotten sick of eating eggs yet. I watched them sizzle in front of me and Anakin's arms wound around me, his lips pressing against the back of my neck. "I love you, Obi."

I laid my hands over his and smiled. "I love you, too, Ani."

"I love you more."

We both chuckled. That had been the going thing lately. It was a contest of who loved who more and almost always ended with lovemaking. "Don't be so feisty this morning," I said with a laugh. "You've been exerting a lot of energy with me lately."

"Because I love your dick so much," he whispered. That, I knew. As his Master while he was younger, I never thought we'd be here. I never thought I'd hear him tell me he likes my cock. I only dreamt of him saying it while he was a teenager, not that I'd forced him to say it by any means. The way it sounded coming from him was very sexy and had a tremendous effect on said organ.

"We haven't eaten yet, sweet love of mine." I could just feel him rolling his eyes as he pressed kisses to my neck. "Let's take it easy for now. We've got the rest of our lives to make love."

"Yes, yes we do." He slid his hands up my chest and just rested his head on my shoulder. He loved doing that, too. I held his hand over my heart, knowing that he loved it just as much as he loved my sex organ. I used my other hand to reach back and mess with his still somewhat wet hair. "If I were to tell you that I could feel the baby," he began, whispering so quietly, "how would you feel?"

My eyes widened and I turned around to face him. He looked at me, startled, his own eyes widened and fearful. "Can you?" I made sure I smiled. I wasn't angry or upset with him. I was happy with that if he could. It meant he could sense our baby and make sure everything was okay. I hadn't been able to sense it yet, but I would more than likely begin to soon.

He relaxed greatly and nodded happily. He put his hand on his stomach and rubbed over where I assumed the baby was. "It can't kick me yet, I think, but I know it's right here." I grinned from ear to ear and I could tell. He was looking down at his stomach, but I was looking at him. He looked up and chuckled. "What?"

I could honestly see a glow to him. "You just look so beautiful." He blushed and I reached up to brush his crazy hair out of his face. "So beautiful," I repeated. I swear I saw his eyes glisten when I said it. I could feel the absolute happiness emanating from him and I was relieved to be the one making him feel that way.

"You're pretty handsome yourself, my love," he countered. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine, moving them slowly. I lifted both of my hands to hold the sides of his face and rub his cheekbones soothingly. This was how things were meant to be between us, how they had been for so long before I was starting to lose it. This is how we're supposed to love one another.