NEW SERIES!! This is one of the projects Im working on. I have another I hope to get out soon.

Obi-wan pulled the 2 year old closer to his chest. Breath out. Breath in. It will be okay. He glanced down at Anakin who was sound asleep on his cot. He put the last of Anakin's toys in his bag, and picked him up and wrapped him in the stary night blanket the crech gave him.

He walked through the halls of the temple. Other Jedi went around with their business as if it was a normal day, which it was. But he was going to introduce Anakin to everyone else. He would be the first one since his own Master picked him 17 years ago.

He raised his hand, inches away from the door. Kriff. Why was he was nervous. Because Anakin has a higher count then Yoda. Why the kriff would the Council assign ME of all people to raise this child-

"Ya know… the only way to get inside the apartment is to knock." Someone said from behind him.

"Real!" He turned around to face his "uncle".

"So thats the kid?" Real lightly shoved pass him to knock on the door.

"Yes. You can't met him yet."

"Alright kid, you do you." The door open. "Took you long enough."

Feemor shrugged. "I should be sleeping." He turned back around and went back inside the apartment.

Obi-wan followed him inside. It was the same as it was days ago. Same green color, same plants, same bookshelf, same everything. Only this time it was different, way different from that few days ago. This time everyone was here. Here to meet the new addition to there "family", yes none of them shared blood, but they were still a family.

He wiped one of his sweaty hands on his robed and looked around the room. Dooku was standing right beside Qui-gon who was sitting in the main room desk. Feemor was sitting next to Real who was on the couch. And Xantoes to no one's surprise was sitting on the top of said couch.

He gently ran a hand through the 2 year old's hair. He hated this, all the attention placed on him. His took a step back and looked down hoping to take away of the attention from him. He drew him in closer hoping for someone to say something.

"Sooooooo…" Xantoes said rolling his eyes. "You gonna say something or what?"

"Xantoes." Qui-gon snapped at him.

"Shutting up."

"Breath. You got this." Qui-gon sent through their shared bond. "Wow us like you always do."

"But-"

"No buts. Use the force, feel don't think."

He brought his eyes up to Qui-gon who gave him a small smile. He took a deep breath and brought Anakin away from his chest.

"Um this is Anakin." He pulled away the blanket. "He is two… um yeah."

The room remained silent for a moment.

"Well that was way more suspense then there needed to be." Xantoes said.

"Xantoes." It was Dooku this time.

"What?!"

"Kids cute I'll give you that." Feemor held out his hands to take Anakin away from him.

He stepped back again, and watched as they all looked at Anakin one by one. Time passed and what was supposed to be less then a hour, turned into a dinner night in his Master's quarters. Obi-wan was lying on the floor with Anakin in his arms. It was late for the 2 year old, that is if you can call 8 o'clock late. He was half asleep when he heard the voices.

"Grand-Padawan, how does that make you feel?" It was Feemor.

"Thank you for making me feel old." The other was Qui-gon.

Obi-wan felt another body push up against him. "Already old to begin with." The final voice belonged to Xantoes.

"What do you call Dooku then?"

"Ancient." Feemor said while covering him a blanket.

"What about me? Aren't you going to be a nice older brother a give me a blanket?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't have an adorable youngling with you."

"Fine I'll go get my own." Xanotes left the room.

After a few moments of silence, Qui-gon spoke first. "You should also sleep-"

"My shift starts in an hour."

"I'll wake you up." Feemor sat next to him. "Sleep."

"I-"

"Sleep." Qui-gon used his dad tone on Feemor.

"Yes dad."

He felt Xanotes go back to his spot next to him. He also felt Feemor lay above the two as the sun slowly set. The all stayed like this a while, in till the lights flicked off.

"Good night my boys. I love you all." Qui-gon whispered.

"Love you too." All three responded.