Obi-Wan was on fire as Three palmed him through his pants. As they made out he realized it had been nearly five months since they had gone beyond handjobs and fingering. As she kissed a trail down his chest he was hard in an instant. He chuckled when she dipped her tongue into his navel. He ran his hands through her thick curls and down her back to grab her ample posterior. God, he missed putting his hands on her. All that dark skin - he whined when her plump lips on his cock momentarily distracted him. She paused and pulled back for a minute. She sat upright and made a face.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She looked like she was going to be sick for a second. He tried not to laugh at himself - if she threw up on him he doubted it would ruin his mood he was so horny.

"Baby didn't like that." She said before she looked at his erection. She seemed a little dismayed that her taste for him had changed. Her desired to suck him despite her flipping stomach just made him hotter. He just pulled her back to his lips and devoured her mouth. She suddenly jumped away from him when he started taking her clothes off.

"What?"

"No… I… my body has changed so much - I don't want you to see it. I've got these ugly lines now and my nipples are—"

"Don't be ridiculous, love." Obi-Wan said. "Your body could never be ugly to me. I wanna touch your skin and run my tongue all over your sweet nipples. Come on, don't torture me by barring me…" he pleaded. She looked at him for a second before she stood up. She pushed her pants down but paused when she got to her top.

"Are you sure—"

"Yes, strip!" He demanded anxiously. She closed her eyes and shed the rest of her clothes. She could feel his eyes on her, trekking up her body and back down again. She crossed her arms over her breasts but he caught her wrists and held them open.

"Obi-Wan stop. Please." Three begged as she tried to hide herself from his sight.

"You stop. You're beautiful." He said. Obi-Wan ran his hands over her stomach first - it was the first skin to skin contact he had with her belly since she started showing and it was amazing. He could feel the baby's heart through the force. It was sleeping. He noticed the lines she was talking about. Just minor dark marks on the sides of the swell from where her skin stretched. Her belly was a perfect teardrop shape that bowed out the furthest near her belly button. Her breasts were bigger but not by a lot. He tried to remember if her nipples had been so dark before. He didn't care as he cupped her breasts - they definitely felt heavier. He caressed them gently when she whimpered. "Do they hurt?"

"A little. More like sore." Three said.

"What are you doing? Open your eyes and look at me." He demanded. She finally opened her eyes. "You look amazing."

"Really?" She asked.

"I'm harder than I've ever been." Obi-Wan confessed. Three snorted - he really was. She jumped when he slid his fingers over her clit.

It took them a few tries to get in a position that was comfortable for her. Three ended up on her side, propped up with pillows and he slid slowly in and out of her. It was kind of hard to lean down and kiss her - he didn't want to put weight on her stomach. But he didn't mind when he saw the smile that spread across her lips. She was moaning his name quietly and as usual he felt her cumming. The slate of everything that was bothering her about the pregnancy was wiped clean and she laid there dozing as he got off.

Afterwards he laid next to her, gently playing with her nipples. Until something came out of them. "OH!" He gasped and looked at the opaque fluid on his fingers. "You're leaking."

"That's normal." She assured him. "That's how I'll feed the baby… hmm…"

"What?"

"Might be further along than I thought. If I'm producing milk the baby might be coming soon." She sat up and grabbed a nearby book to look something up.

"What are we gonna tell people?"

"About what?"

"Well you can't just show up with a baby that looks like the both of us and claim you found it." Obi-Wan said.

"Why not? Aayla did."

"What?" Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. "When?" Three looked up like she was thinking.

"Wow that was two years ago already." Three said. "I doubt you want our child to suffer the same fate."

"What happened?"

"She just dropped him off in the nursery and never had any interaction with him again. The order doesn't refuse orphans and that's what she claimed he was. The nursing droid named him 'Sten'. I can't imagine doing that. This is our baby - it breaks my heart to think someone else might raise it."

"Aayla's people don't have emotional attachments - and neither should Jedi. But I feel the same way. Which is why I'm wondering what we're going to do."

"Stuff like this isn't allowed - I know." Three said as she looked down at her belly. "I don't care."

"What?"

"I won't let the council dictate how I live my life anymore. I am a healing prodigy - maybe even this child is part of who I am supposed to be."

"How can you be sure? I'm pretty certain our baby was an 'accident'."

"No." She turned to him and he was a little started by her serious expression. "No! No it wasn't. I saw this."

"A vision?"

"Yes! It was years ago during my trials." She put her hand on his to try an illustrate what she meant through the force. "I was faced with two versions of myself: A dark, self deprecating negative side and a light, altruistic version holding a baby. But before that I walked into a room and saw you holding a child and smiling. At first I thought I was being tested - I viewed the baby and our relationship as a possession and in order to gain knighthood I rejected those things to be what is believed to be a real Jedi. But now…" Obi-Wan opened his eyes when he sensed that she was crying. "This is what it really means."

Obi-Wan was called into a council session as soon as he landed at the temple. Several members seemed to be rather distressed over the appearance of Sith. Yoda couldn't see through the cloud of darkness and they rationalized that there must be a dark force masquerading as a Jedi within the temple. They questioned him about his duel with Darth Maul - the Zabrak never said a word about who his master was if he had one. It seemed the Supreme Councillor knew very little about it as well. They questioned several Masters to get their insights. Obi-Wan tried to keep a straight face when Van cast doubt on Three. Simply stating that he had witnessed her acting suspiciously.

"She influences the minds of our younglings." Van said.

"She's a teacher - just like you." Mace pointed out.

"And yet here I stand. Being questioned." He quipped. "She still has great impact over your chosen one." Obi-Wan hid his sneer behind his hand. Van still did not accept that Anakin had taken the title and that he was exceeded all expectations of the prophecy.

"Three's prophecy coincides with his. It's not surprising that they are still close. But… perhaps we should speak with her. Her health has been in decline lately." Rancasis said.

"A healer in bad health?" Plo Koon made a sound that may have been a laugh.

"Call her in." Obi-Wan shifted in his seat after his own suggestion. He was getting angry that they were questioning her but he knew he couldn't hide his emotions for long. Best to rule her out. The order went out and Three came into the room a few minutes later. They all seemed to notice how tired she looked despite the full color in her cheeks. Obi-Wan was happy to see that her black cloak was at least halfway hiding her weight gain.

"Master." She greeted Mace first before she glanced at the other members. "Council… is there something I can assist you with?"

"There is a disturbance in the force." Van answered for them as he crossed his arms. "Have you sensed anything awry with young Skywalker?"

"Yes." She answered and they all perked up. "He's nearly fourteen - everything is 'awry'. He's reaching all of his developmental milestones but because of his status he feels ostracized from the other padawans in his age group."

"Still close to him you are." Yoda said and smiled a little. No one noticed his sideways glance at Obi-Wan - even Obi-Wan.

"Our prophecies—"

"Yes, we're all aware of your connection through the life force." Plo Koon interrupted. "Have either of you had any specific visions of the future?"

"No. Master Kenobi has though." She confessed. They all looked at him and he seemed surprised.

"I have?" He asked.

"Anakin told me you talk in your sleep. Apparently, you never remember what you say." She said - gracefully covering her tracks on why she would know such a thing. "There's darkness… uncertainty. A rift forming within the—"

"Anything specific?" Van asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. The gesture caught her by surprise and her knee-jerk reaction was to bat him away. She had been avoiding him at all costs since he unwanted advances towards her two years ago. Her quick movement revealed her sizable belly. Her hostile emotions splintering out on to the force - making everyone jump.

"Don't touch me!" She barked at him. His surprised expression told her right away that his brief contact with her had allowed him to sense what was growing inside her.

"Heretic." He said - almost too happy as the words came out his mouth. "You're pregnant!"

Obi-Wan felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs - he couldn't move, his heart thundered in his ears as the rest of council came to the realization. Three looked like she wanted to take Van's head clean off his shoulders for ousting her. Thankfully she didn't have her saber with her. There was no hiding it now that he pointed it out. The room was so quiet it was almost painful.

"Three…" Mace was the first to break the silence. He didn't sound angry or disappointed. His tone was how Obi-Wan sounded when she first told him. Blank, cresting on to elation and concern.

"Explain yourself!" Tiin said sternly.

"What's to explain? I'm having a baby." Three scoffed. Obi-Wan was not expecting her to take the offensive but it appeared that the reveal had come when she was in the down swing of anger.

"The rules of the order… do you plan to orphan this child to the nursery once it is born?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked.

"Would you?" Three answered his question with another question.

"Master Mundi is part of a dwindling race. Do not bring his children into this." Van started. "You are just a rule breaker grasping at straws to excuse your whoring ways."

"I am a Master Consular!" She practically screamed at him. Van was not expecting the outburst and took a step back. "I fufill the prophecy of the Dark Healer - I am in accordance with my destiny as the 'giver of life'! To it - I have created life. I carry life within me and I will not abandon it to sooth your discomfort." She turned to address the council. "I do not care what rules I broke to conceive this child or the rules I have yet to break by raising it as my own. I had a vision of this."

"When?" Mace asked before anyone could condemn her.

"During my trials. The life force spoke to me and assured me my path to enlightenment would be achieved by following my heart - what I felt was right, not just what I was told was right."

"This is unprecedented." Tiin commented as he quickly looked through the records that spoke of her prophecy.

"The rules are clear - excommunication." Van reminded them. Three seemed to calm down at his threat but she wasn't afraid. They all watched as she was awash in tranquility. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"Cast me out if you must. But are you so sure of the ones that won't follow me?"

"What are you implying?" Plo Koon asked.

"You're all thinking it. I could hear from down the hall - you know how deeply connected I am to the younglings. Not just the ones attending my classes but the ones I care for in the nursery. The chosen one as well. Can you be so sure that they will stay if you disown me?"

"Is that a threat?" Rancisis asked.

"No." She answered simply. "An observation on the 'ties that bind'." The room went quiet again and once again it was Mace who spoke first.

"Who is the father?" He asked. Obi-Wan knew he had to know the answer already - he just wanted Three to confirm it. Obi-Wan knew Three hid very little from her master. He knew about their relationship but it had never harmed anyone so he let it slide. But he wasn't about to let his former padawan shoulder the burden alone. It was fleeting but Obi-Wan sensed that Mace might depart from the Jedi Order if they cast Three out.

"It doesn't matter." Three answered in an attempt to shut down the importance of it.

"Untrue that is." Yoda spoke up. He was quiet but she felt his thoughts through the force. Reassuring and oddly bemused at the current situation. She doubted this was the first time he had witnessed this in 800 years.

"Is he a Jedi?"

"Whom ever he is I will not allow his career to be interrupted by what ever your ruling will be." Three tried to skirt the issue again.

"Was it a Sith?" Van asked - far too eager to accuse her of being the darkness that was clouding the force. "If it was then the child must be terminated." The council seemed outraged by his readiness to destroy an innocent life.

"No! Enough of this." Obi-Wan said as he stood up.

"Stop—"

"I'm the father." He confessed.

"Hypocrite." Van scoffed. "You sit on the council and yet you break cardinal rules like—"

"I don't care!" Obi-Wan interrupted. "I refuse to let you stand here and tear her down. We have created a wonderful thing. I won't let you cast doubt upon what is without contest the purest thing I have ever done with my life." He grabbed Three's hand and pulled her away from Van just incase he decided to take matters into his own hands. Obi-Wan met Three's gaze - he had never been more sure of anything as he stared into her eyes. "I stand with you. I will not abandon my own flesh and blood."

The Jedi Council didn't know what to do with the fledgling family. It wasn't completely new with the order - there were probably hundreds of kids out in the universe that had an absentee father who was a Jedi. There were probably more than a few orphans that didn't know the woman who birthed them was a knight. Obi-Wan didn't want to think about. Especially since Three hadn't gotten out of bed since the meeting three days ago. When she was awake she was crying and refusing to eat. He had bigger things on his mind than what the council was going to do to them.

"Think of the baby, darling. You'll both waste away is you don't eat." Obi-Wan tried to ply her with her favorite foods every hour. He tried saying Anakin really wanted them all to eat together. He even sent Anakin in a few times but the boy just ended up eating next to her and taking a nap.

"I've ruined everyones lives." She wailed. "The council is going to kick us out and give Anakin to someone else. My master will live the rest of his life in shame for raising a whore."

"You're not a whore - you've only ever had sex with one person in your entire life. Master Windu could never be disappointed in you—"

"How would you know?" Three growled. "Why aren't you angry? They are going to crucify us! How can they say this is wrong? I've never been more sure of anything. I remember when I learned I was pregnant - I was so happy and those feelings for my baby have never changed."

"Until now?" Obi-Wan asked a little worried.

"No." She said quietly. She wrapped her arms around her belly. "But I'm afraid." She confessed. "What if they make me give her up? What if she lives her whole life never knowing how much we love her."

"Her?" Obi-Wan asked. "It's a girl?"

"Oh…" She flushed a little. "That was not how I wanted to tell you."

"Doesn't matter. It's still wonderful news." Obi-Wan said as he hugged her. She leaned on his shoulder and sighed. "How do you know—" She just took his hand and put it to her belly. After a while he could sense the gender - that hadn't been apparent before. And he had touched her stomach thousands of times.

"It started a few days ago. All of a sudden it was just there. That and—"

"Whoa!" Obi-Wan jerked back when he felt a nudge against his hand from under her skin. "What was that?"

"Your daughter, saying hello." Three said. Obi-Wan could feel her mood lifting as they focused on the baby. "Also known as a 'kick'."

"How often does it— she…" He corrected himself. "How often does she do that?"

"A few hours everyday. Mostly when I'm sitting around - walking usually rocks her to sleep." She watched Obi-Wan tentatively put his hand on her bump again. He felt the little nudge again and it swept across her stomach as the baby turned over.

"Three…"

"Three!" Mace didn't mean to bark at them as he came in the room but they both jumped and looked at him. Obi-Wan pulled his hand back and stood up to leave. "Sit down Kenobi - I need to talk to both of you." Obi-Wan sat next to Three on the bed and they both watched him as he tried to collect his words. "The order is not going to excommunicate you." They both sighed in relief. "You can thank Master Yoda for that - if nothing else he is endlessly curious about everything and he persuaded the others to give 'this' a chance."

"Do I get to keep my padawan?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yes. And Three they'll also let you continued your regular duties but…" Three rolled her eyes - she knew there would be conditions and draw backs especially for her. "They're going to monitor you."

"No." She objected immediately. "Why?"

"This has never happened before." Mace began to explain. "The council doesn't know what to expect and since you're giving us the opportunity they want to record your journey." He tried to word it in a way that didn't sound like they would be watched all day, every day. "First things first - Three the other consulars want to examine you."

"She's a Master Consular" Obi-Wan pointed out.

"Yeah, I can examine myself. I have been this whole time." Three said before she reached over and grabbed a journal from her nightstand. "I write it all down."

"That needs to be logged in the archives along with everything that's yet to happen." Mace said as he reached for the book. Three pulled away from him and he seemed shocked at her behavior. Obi-Wan had never seen her flinch away from her master.

"Not everything in here is about the baby. Not everything is for public consumption." Three explained. "A lot of it isn't scientific - I right down my feelings and thoughts too."

"They'll want to know that." Mace rationalized.

"My thoughts about Obi-Wan…" She added. Obi-Wan knew Mace was glaring at him so he avoided his gaze for the moment. "But I guess I can give them an edited version. And I guess if they want to 'gain knowledge' from my pregnancy who am I to deny it."