Chapter 16

Obi-Wan finished assembling the crib and pushed it against the far wall. "Is this where you want it, my dear?" he asked and looked at Luna hopefully. She contemplated it thoughtfully and then shook her head.

"No, I don't like it there. Could you put it on the other wall? That way there's a better view of the window."

"Of course." He dutifully shoved it to the other wall and looked up to gauge her reaction. "Better?"

""Hmmm…yes. Now, if we put the rocking chair in that corner, and the changing table there… no, there…" Soon it was done and they stood back to admire the finished nursery.

Obi-Wan had painted the room a delicate pale yellow with white trim and Luna had decorated it with some things she had found during her last trip to Anchorhead. A soft jerba skin rug covered the floor and framed pictures of some of the galaxies most beautiful constellations adorned the walls. Her favorite item, a mobile made of glittery gold and silver stars, hung over the crib and swayed softly as a warm desert breeze drifted through the open window.

"What do you think?" she asked and leaned back against his chest.

He looked around the room, imagining all the coming times they would spend here. "I think it's perfect." He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, kissing the top of her head. "Now all we have to do is wait."

"Hopefully we don't have to wait too much longer. I don't know how much more of this I can stand." she sighed and pulled away from him.

Obi-Wan trailed behind her as she walked into their new bedroom. It was quite spacious and had a large window with a nice view of the desert. Colorful cushions lined the built in window seat and provided a perfect spot for mediation. The walls were painted a creamy off white and thick slate blue carpet decorated the floor. A large chest of drawers stood against one wall and a beautiful hand woven tapestry showing the Tatooine sunsets hung on the wall over the bed. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as he looked around. It had been a terrible amount of work, but seeing Luna's happiness with the new rooms made it all worth while.

Luna walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She toed off her shoes and pulled her feet up as she lay back against the pillows and shifted uncomfortably for several moments before struggling to sit up again.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he gave her his hand and helped her up.

"My back hurts and your offspring is stabbing me in the ribs every time I take a deep breath."

"Oh, dear." he frowned. "Would a massage help?" He wished he could do something to make her more comfortable, but was at a loss to know what.

"Would you mind?" she looked up at him hopefully.

"Not at all. Anything for my lovely Luna." he smiled as he helped her back onto the bed. She lay down on her side and he began carefully kneading her shoulders and gently rubbing his hands up and down her back.

"I don't know about lovely, but you're sweet to say so anyway. I feel like a purrgil."

"Well, you don't look anything like a purrgil." he smiled as he continued his massage and lovingly joked. "You don't even have any tentacles."

"Ha ha. Very funny!" she glared at him over one shoulder with a look of mock annoyance.

"You know, I think this massage would be a lot more effective if you took off some of your clothes. It's hard to do a very good job with all this in the way." he indicated the dress she was wearing.

With his help they managed to pulled it off and she lay back down waiting for him to begin again. As his hands blazed a trail over her soft skin, he appreciatively gazed at her body. It was a study in curves from the arches of her feet to the soft upsweep of her cheekbones. Her breasts, which had grown larger, looked incredible. The nipples which were usually a dusky light brown, had now turned a dark pinkish red. He raked his eyes down her bare back to the simple pair of white cotton panties she wore and thought of how good it to would feel to slide them off and pull her tight up against him. As he continued working, his imagination began to run away with him and he shifted a little, trying unsuccessfully to hide the evidence of his arousal. Here she was, uncomfortable and in pain, and he was getting excited. This would never do.

Soon the massage was over. Luna had gotten very quiet and, knowing that she had been experiencing some difficulty sleeping lately, he decided to let her nap. He tried to get up without disturbing her but she caught his hand and stopped him.

"Stay with me." The request was so quiet he almost didn't hear her.

"Of course my love." He kicked off his shoes and joined her on the bed sliding his arms around her from behind and kissing her lightly on the cheek. She made a contented sound and leaned back into his embrace inadvertently feeling his excitement.

"I can't believe you want me like this." she said, turning to look at him incredulously.

"I can't help it. You're so beautiful and I love you." he answered and smiled at her warmly.

"What did I ever do to deserve a man like you." she replied with shining eyes. Reaching up she gently ran her fingers down the side of his face and he leaned into her touch.

"Kiss me." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Their eyes locked as he kissed the palm of her hand. Lacing her fingers through his he leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers. It was gentle at first, almost chaste. Obi-Wan certainly didn't want her to feel like he expected anything more, but soon she pulled him closer and things quickly became more heated.

Luna's hands slid under the edge on his tunic and began caressing his back. Before he knew it, the garment had somehow landed on the floor and she was pressing hot, wet kisses across his collarbone. She nuzzled the patch of auburn hair on his chest, breathing deeply before running her tongue over one of his nipples which brought a strangled groan from him. When she repeated the action again, he almost came undone. She giggled and kissed him sweetly while he tried to calm himself and then began tugging at the buttons of his trousers.

Before long, the rest of his clothes found themselves on the floor beside his discarded tunic and, even though he was painfully hard and throbbing for release, he started back to reality. This really might not be the best thing for her to be doing right now.

"My darling are you sure you really want to do this? If this is going to hurt you at all I don't…" he never finished his sentence. She kissed him with such passion it took his breath away.

"I want you." She laid back down on her side and pulled him down beside her. He pulled her close, burying his nose in her hair before lightly biting her earlobe and kissing her neck. With one hand he slid her panties off and then touched her lightly. She was hot, and swollen, and so wet for him.

"Please, oh please…" she gasped, arching her back and pressing herself hard against his aching length. A few more slow strokes of his fingers and she was wantonly moaning his name.

"Oh, Ben…Ben please…I need you."

As gently as he could, he pulled her against him and slowly entered her from behind. She pressed back and they began a slow, lazy rhythm. Before long, the pace increased and Obi-Wan knew he couldn't hold out much longer. With one hand he reached down and resumed teasing her where she needed it most. The effect was instantaneous. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she cried out in a voice alive with pleasure "Ben! I love you!", before shuddering through an intense climax in his arms.

Watching her never failed to push him over the edge. As her velvety heat contracted around him, he spilled himself inside of her with a deep moan. The feeling was incredible and he shivered as aftershocks washed over him from head to toe.

He didn't want to move. Not ever, but eventually he began to soften and slipped out of her and since she undoubtedly wanted to tun over, he rolled onto his back. He was right. A few moments later, she turned to reach for him, and he put an arm out to draw her close. They were silent for a while, enjoying the afterglow.

"Oh, Luna!" he breathed eventually. There really were no words for how he felt.

She smiled. "Are you happy my love?"

"Deliriously so." he playfully kissed her on the forehead. "I doubt that any being in the galaxy is as happy as I am at the moment."

…

"You seem quite distracted my friend. What is it that's breaking your concentration? Is everything alright?" Qui-Gon sat across from him on a rock a little ways from the house. The blue light surrounding him glowed ever brighter as the suns began to dip below the horizon.

Obi-Wan looked down at his hands in dismay. He had tried his best to pay attention to their lessons today, but his mind was elsewhere. "I'm sorry Master. Everything is fine." he glanced back at the house. If it wasn't he would feel it wouldn't he? A frown creased his brow. "At least I think it is. The baby is due any day now and I'm finding it a bit hard to focus."

"Ah. I see." Qui-Gon nodded and stroked his beard. "How do you feel about becoming a father?"

"Thrilled!" he answered a little too quickly. "Excited!" he plastered on a bright smile.

"And?" Qui-Gon looked at him with raised eyebrows. It was obvious he could tell there was more. He always could see right through me, Obi-Wan thought.

"And terrified. What if something happens to Luna? What if…" A never ending list of what-ifs had begun to wake him up at night in a cold sweat. "I'm scared to death." he quietly admitted.

Qui-Gon looked at him sympathetically. "Is there cause for concern?"

"Not that I'm aware of. The doctor thinks she and the child are in fine health and doesn't anticipate any problems. I just.."

"You just can't stop worrying. I see." He crossed his arms, tucking his hands into his blue tinged sleeves and leaned back. "Set your mind at ease my friend. I may not be an expert on family matters such as these, but I do know it does no good to borrow trouble. Trust in the Force and all will be well."

Obi-Wan sat back and stroked his own beard, not realizing that in doing so that he had become the spitting image of his Master. "Trust in the Force." he said, more to himself than anyone else. "Yes, of course. I must always put my trust in the Force."

"Now go, my young apprentice. We can finish the lesson another time."

"Thank you, Master. I…" he was interrupted by a sharp voice calling his name.

"Ben!" Luna stepped out onto the front steps and held onto the door jam for support. One hand rested on her belly and she began to double over. Suddenly a ripple of pain hit him through their bond. "Ben! I think this is it!" she called. His heart squeezed in his chest and suddenly felt like it had stopped beating.

"This is it. THIS IS IT!" he gave Qui-Gon one last look before dashing across the sand towards his wife. It didn't register with him until much later that his old Master was smiling.