A/N: this chapter is not a coincidence, or entirely cannon; I am marrying my fiancée in sixteen days (cue nervous breakdown).
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
Dannar's Claim in the Pika Oasis is not far the Lars farm. It is part moisture farm, part store, and part headquarters for the Freedom Militia. It is run by Annileen and Orrin Gault and their children. Today the shops were closed but the bar was full and the grounds were crowed with militia members, moisture famers, family, friends and their children. Two of the senior militia members, Haro Whitesun and Kallie Calwell, were getting married.
Obi-Wan sits at a table under a reflective screen with Orrin Gault the bride's stepfather, Dama Brunk the groom's sister, her husband Sam Brunk and Jula Darklighter.
"Why do you call this place Dannar's Claim?" Sam asks.
"It's named after my wife's first husband," Orin answers. "He died nearly twenty years back. When we married twelve years ago, we decided to keep the name in his honor as he was my good friend, too."
"Is Kallie going to move in with you?" Jula asks Sam.
"No, our farm is small. Orin here can give my brother his own land and Kallie won't have to leave her dewbacks," Dama replies.
Orin shakes his head. "That girl and her dewbacks."
"She is quite good with them," Obi-Wan says, chuckling.
"She is even better with her blaster," Jula adds.
"That I believe!" Sam says. "Maybe I ought to join this militia of yours."
"It is not my militia. Orrin truly runs everything, I just happen to lead it," Obi-Wan says dryly.
"Where is my nephew?" Dama asks.
"The last I saw he was in the mechanic shop with Windy," Obi-Wan ays in a longsuffering tone while everyone laughs. "The boy is only eleven and I am staring to fear he knows more abbot our farm droids than I do."
"I still don't understand how Luke is your nephew," Sam says to his wife.
"I told you, he's my nephew by marriage," Dama explains. "You know my sister married Owen Lars. Owen had a brother named Eden and he was Ben's father."
"And how come I've never heard of this Eden?" her husband asks skeptically.
"He died in a speeder crash when he was fourteen," Dama answers. "I remember Beru mentioning it to me when I asked her if Owen had any siblings."
Sam's eyebrows rose. "He never told anyone that he had gotten your mother pregnant?"
Obi-Wan snorts.
"My mother was only a year older than my father," he answers. "She got passage on a cargo ship when she found out she was pregnant and became a part of the crew. It ran luxury goods on the Corellian Run."
"That explains your accent," Sam says thoughtfully. "Who was your mother? You might have other family around here if she was going out with Owen's brother."
Obi-Wan shakes his head. "I barely remember her. She died when I was two and I was raised by the captain of the ship, a Besalisk named Dexter. She never told him her real name. I only knew about Owen Lars and their farm because of the things my mother had written in her datapad that I inherited."
"You poor thing, growing up without your mother or father. It's a wonder you are so good with Luke," Dama says.
"I admit, I often feel like I do not know what I am doing," Obi-Wan states wryly. "But I am fortunate that he is so good natured."
"And well behaved," Jula adds. "I wish I knew your secret. My girls are a handful, though thankfully not as much as my nephew is."
"How old is Biggs, now?" Obi-Wan asks.
"Fourteen and driving Huff mad begging for a landspeeder." Jula replies, rolling his eyes and they all laugh.
"What about Luke's mother? Did you meet her on the ship?" Sam inquires.
Obi-wan is silent for a time, watching Haro and Kallie as they ate at table some distance away.
"No," he finally responds. "I first met her during the Naboo blockade but we did not see each other again until Separatist Crisis just before the start of the Clone Wars."
"Which you got dragged into," Jula observed.
"We both did, one way or another." Obi-Wan says softly. "She only lived long enough to name Luke."
"She must have been a special woman," Dama says consolingly, patting his shoulder.
"If you fought in the Clone Wars, did you know any Jedi?" Sam asks, obviously trying to change the subject.
"I knew a few," Obi-Wan admits with a half-smile.
He is spared from further elaborating by a crimson skinned Zeltron calling for a toast to the happy couple. As he raises his glass in salute to Kallie and Haro, he wonders for the first time what Anakin and Padmé's wedding was like. Unlike the party gathered here, it must have been small. As he gazes at the smiling newlyweds, Obi-Wan wonders how things might have been different if Anakin had trusted him enough to ask him to attend his wedding.