From Earth to Star Wars, Part Two

Disclaimer: All characters but Meagan, Sasha and other minor characters were created by George Lucas and now owned by Disney. We are not receiving any profit off this work of fiction.

AN: Hello There. This chapter moves on from "The Wrong Jedi" sequence and more into Meagan preparing for the birth of her baby. We also included an arc from the Clone Wars season six concerning Master's Yoda journey. This arc is our version of it and will be shown mostly through Obi-Wan and Meagan. And maybe by the end of the chapter, we'll officially meet the next member of the Kenobi family. Please note, this chapter does cover a decent time spread and is much longer than normal. Thank you again to all our readers, reviewers and everyone who has favorited our stories lately. We greatly appreciate it.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

**Meagan's Point of View**

Even though Sasha seemed to be bouncing back to normal after this latest kidnapping attempt, Obi-Wan and I did take her to see one of the mind healers. Thankfully he didn't seem to think there was any permanent damage, which was a great relief, but he did teach all of us some meditative techniques to help Sasha sleep better and continue to help reduce the nightmares she had been having. She was still insistent that someone was actually speaking with her, helping her. The mind healer was rather unsure of what it might be but agreed with Master Yoda that our daughter was not losing her mind. However, there still didn't seem to be any more of a logical explanation to what Sasha heard.

Overall things from the bomb and Sasha's kidnapping calmed, the Temple was returning to normal or what was normal for during the war. I still didn't like what was going on with the war with the Jedi spread out all over the galaxy, becoming something they were never supposed to be, Chancellor Palpatine gaining more power and staying in office, somehow convincing the Senate to hold off on elections. Yet there was not much I could do about it, any of it, even if I wasn't pregnant.

Thankfully, at least on that score, everything was going well. The healers cleared me from complete bed rest but still wanted me to take it easy, more as a precaution than anything else. The baby was growing well, getting more and more active, with no signs of permanent damage which relieved both Obi-Wan and I. We still didn't know the sex, I'd never got a feeling either way and neither of us wanted to cheat, especially since I had a feeling the baby wanted to surprise us.

At some point, after entering my third trimester, I began to notice my middle was swelling more, making it difficult to get comfortable enough to sleep at night, harder to climb stairs with the baby taking up more and more room, and pushing the rest of my organs out of place. Of course, I began seeing Master Jessie more frequently being closer to my due date and we also spent some time discussing the birth. Before the war the healers offered childbirth and infant care classes to the public, but they weren't able to do it now. It was also completely out of the question to go to a local med center to take one. I asked her if she would allow me to give birth at home where I would be more comfortable, especially if Obi-Wan was gone.

"I'm sorry Meagan, but no," Master Jessie told me as we sat in her office at the end of the appointment, "I do not foresee any issues, but with the history of both of your pregnancies, we need to be a little more cautious."

I was disappointed but not surprised at her answer. Though her next words did give me some comfort.

"As of right now, I do not see a reason why you couldn't spend a good part of your labor at home. I've always treated pregnancy and childbirth as a natural part of life instead of an issue that requires treating," she paused before continuing on, "I generally only want to step in if I have to."

"Which I am very grateful for," I told her honestly as she had saved my life and both of my children's lives, "but I would like to have a better experience, a more natural one."

Master Jessie nodded, smiling, "I can certainly understand that and I think we can find a plan for you where you are more comfortable but also where I can keep a slightly closer eye on it as well."

I nodded, feeling much better about it and we continued to discuss it. As I was leaving, she handed me a small book, "you might want to encourage Obi-Wan to read this, he might be in for a shock if he doesn't."

I nodded, taking it from her, wondering how Obi-Wan would react to all of this.

Unfortunately, I didn't get much of a chance to discuss this with him. Obi-Wan, much to my dismay, was still going every which way after Grievous and Dooku, Anakin and Ahsoka often with him. I rubbed my rounding middle, wondering for the umpteenth time, if my husband would even be here when the baby came. I tried to not think about it but it was extremely difficult not to especially when there was not much to be positive about.

Then came the latest causality list which included Reeft, one of Obi-Wan's oldest friends. At least I could comfort Bant and Obi-Wan who were rather upset about it. As the memorials were open to the public, with many politicians and press attending, and being eight months pregnant, I decided not to attend. Though after the ceremony, my husband returned with Bant and a very surprised Garen and Siri who hadn't been around and, therefore, didn't know about the coming baby.

After answering a few questions about the baby, we shared and toasted a drink (mine juice) to our lost friend. They spent a lot of time sharing memories of their childhood even after I went to bed.

As I slowly crept closer to my due date, I started spending more time preparing for the baby instead of my temple duties. Though I knew I was beginning to run out of time, I found I didn't have a lot of time to discuss names with Obi-Wan. However, I did at least come up with some ideas. The girl names were ones we had considered for Sasha, so I knew Obi-Wan would more than likely approve them. A boy's name turned out to be more difficult as we didn't have previous discussions for it. While I did come up with a couple I liked, I wasn't sure what Obi-Wan would think of them. And if I was completely honest with myself, there would be only one name I could give my son.

On another score, with some help from my friends, I was able to finish decorating the "nursery." It was a small space but with baby animal pictures on the wall, baby furniture and other decorations, it made it feel like a separate space. Sasha helped me pick out remaining toys and clothes, while I added other supplies that were needed for a newborn.

"Meagan?" I put down the baby blanket I was folding, my breath catching in my throat at the sound of my husband's voice. He had, not only been off planet, but nearly completely out of contact and it felt good to hear his voice again.

"In here."

"This looks ready," Obi-Wan said as he stepped into the room, wrapping his arms around me. "Very nice too."

I certainly was pleased he liked it but much happier that he was home again. I was about to ask him how his mission was when he spoke, "how are you?"

I managed a smile as his hands felt around for the baby, "ready for this to be over."

He gave me a sympathetic look, "it will not be long now. How is the baby?"

"Fine." I turned slowly in his arms so I could look into his eyes, "my last appointment was yesterday and Master Jessie said everything was good."

My husband looked rather relieved at that before he kissed me. Once our lips parted I asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer, "are you staying here now?"

Though he tried to hide it, I could still hear him sigh, "I doubt it."

Before he could continue, I protested, "Obi-Wan, in case you have forgotten, the baby is due in four weeks."

"I know." There was a long pause before he spoke, his voice sad but measured, "there is so much going on, the Jedi are needed in so many places right now. I will be surprised if I am here for more than a couple of days."

I stared at him before pulling back and stepping away, certainly not happy.

"Meagan." I could tell he was about to try to tell me it was going to be alright, but I really did not want to hear it.

Obi-Wan, unfortunately, turned out to be right and was gone not yet two days later. Not knowing if he would return before the baby came, I made sure to have plans for the birth, so I wouldn't be alone and that Sasha would be taken care of. I really didn't want to give birth without him, but it was best to be prepared. My next appointment went well, the baby was doing fine and so was I, though not surprisingly I had gained another couple pounds as the baby was also putting on weight. Master Jessie was confident I would carry the baby another three and half weeks, delivering at about forty full weeks. Shortly before leaving, I asked if she would place Obi-Wan on medical leave once he returned, but unfortunately since the baby and I were in good health she didn't think it would be upheld. She did say when it looked like labor was more imminent and if Obi-Wan was being sent somewhere, she would step in or recall him home. While my out-of-control hormones doubted that would work, deep down it did give me confidence he would be here when the baby came.

Obi-Wan came home a few days later in the middle of the night. I seemingly had just gotten to sleep when he turned on the light in the refresher, waking me up. I was not happy and reacted accordingly, "Obi-Wan turn that off. I am trying to sleep."

"I'll be done shortly," he said calmly.

"You'd better be Kenobi or don't expect to sleep here again," I pulled the covers over my head with a groan as the baby began kicking, obviously just as disturbed as I was or at the very least picking up my emotions. I tried to get comfortable again and was only somewhat successful. I swiped at the sudden tears, feeling nearly overwhelmed. Though I knew the baby needed the next three or so weeks, I was more than ready to have this over with.

Thankfully the light flicked off a few moments later and the bed soon dipped as Obi-Wan climbed into it. I turned my face slightly so his kiss landed on my cheek instead of my lips. He gave a sigh but didn't speak. Though his hand gently rubbing my middle did seem to settle the little one, at least enough where I could get some much-needed rest.

The rest of the week nearly crawled by and nothing monumental happened except I was still feeling very pregnant and wanted this over with. I felt as large as a house, my breasts were still growing and ached constantly, my ankles swelled and I was using the refresher all the time. I found myself crying pretty constantly, getting set off at the oddest things. When Obi-Wan was home, he was so calm, so considerate of my needs, and comforting when I needed it. Though at the end of it when he came home late one afternoon, he seemed nervous which was odd, he was never nervous, always calm, always composed. This more than likely meant he was about to tell me something I would not like, "Obi-Wan is something going on?"

He looked startled that I caught onto his off mood, "why do you ask that?"

I just gave him a look.

He sighed as he sat down next to me, "I am leaving tonight."

I stared at my husband, surprised at it but yet this was almost expected. Still, I decided to protest it, trying not to panic, knowing it would not help my case, "excuse me? You can't be leaving, I'm due in two weeks."

"It's a conference," he calmly explained the importance of it as I glared at him, "it's only for two days, three at the most. I will be back in plenty of time."

Despite trying not to, I found myself fighting tears, "but what if something happens while you are there, caught up in some battle and can't get back? What if the baby comes early?"

"Meagan it is in a place well within the Republic systems. It will be perfectly safe and, as Anakin has stated, will be completely boring. I asked Master Jessie today and she said the chance is rather low that the baby will come within the next week."

I still glared at him, hoping he was right and that I was not about to deliver this baby without its father. I was still not exactly feeling charitable towards my husband as he tried to tell me goodbye later that evening.

"Meagan, it will be okay," Obi-Wan tried to soothe me but I wasn't putting up with it. I knew my behavior was at least a bit irrational but I found I could not help it. The baby and stress from the war were playing absolute havoc on my emotions, "I promise I will be back in a few days. I told Masters Windu and Yoda that if this conference is not over in a couple days, I am coming home regardless."

That soothed me a little, he sounded like he actually meant it, "alright," though I knew something could still happen, it gave me more hope than I had early today.

**Obi-Wan's point of view**

Anakin and I were staring out the view port, waiting for the last of the Generals to arrive when we spotted a ship coasting towards us, "good, I will go tell Master Windu we can get started," I turned and started down the stairs when Anakin called out.

"Wait that ship is coming in too fast," Anakin turned to the men at the controls about to issue some commands when the ship exploded. The ship rocked somewhat wildly as the debris was hitting the ship but thankfully it posed no immediate danger to us.

Though I could not help but quip, "and you said this meeting would be boring."

He grinned, "didn't you tell Meagan this would be safe?"

I headed back up a few steps, "I think it would be best if we don't tell Meagan about this."

Anakin managed to keep a straight face as I left to find Master Windu. Thankfully the meetings proceeded with no more excitement and felt like we accomplished our goals and was over as scheduled. So Anakin and I headed immediately back to Coruscant together.

When I entered our bedroom, I had to hold back the smile at seeing Meagan sleeping in a chair, arms resting on the swell of her middle, a book lying on the floor.

"Meagan," after I picked up the book to set on the table before reaching up to shake her shoulder gently.

She looked more than relieved to see me and was almost surprised, "how was your meeting?"

I kissed her before answering, "Anakin would report it being too boring."

She only laughed as I helped her up and settled her into our bed.

"Obi-Wan please tell me you aren't leaving again?" Her glare was practically lethal, "if you do, I may run you through before you are out the door."

I was not surprised at her threat and went to assure her, placing a hand on her middle, feeling the baby squirm under my palm, "when I told the Masters I would abort the meeting, I told them I would not be leaving planet again until after we've met this little Kenobi."

Meagan blinked away the tears as I kissed her again before stepping away, "I'm going to get a bite to eat and shower. Try to get some rest."

She nodded, already drifting off.

The next several days passed uneventfully besides Meagan's rather intense mood swings while waiting extremely impatiently for the baby to come. Her appointment with Master Jessie went well with her and the baby being in good health. With not being able to leave, I kept busy with reviewing reports, giving advice to Jedi on the field, teaching a few classes, taking part in Council meetings, making arrangements for my classes when the baby came, and finally reading the book on childbirth Meagan had given me weeks ago in which Master Jessie insisted I read. Meagan didn't seem to mind my teaching classes or talking to Jedi on com links as long as I did not make too much noise if she was sleeping and brought in meals as she really didn't want to cook much. I generally took and picked Sasha up from her classes, though some days Meagan did as she said she needed the exercise.

**Third Person Point of View**

Due to some of the recent events of the war, Master Yoda was meditating before a Council meeting, in search of answers that they all had questions to, when a most unexpected course of events started. "Yoda."

Master Yoda looked around in search of the voice. "Hear you I do. Who are you?" When no immediate answer came, thinking he recognized the voice, he spoke again. "My imagination it must be."

"No." The deep gentle familiar voice echoed in the meditation chamber. "It is I, Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Dead you are." Yoda responded, troubled by this.

Qui-Gon immediately answered him. "No, I am a part of the living force." With that the candles suddenly blew out as if a strong wind came into the room, then the furniture began lifting off the ground. "You are not the first one that has heard my voice. I was the one that Sasha heard when someone most recently tried to kidnap her."

"Impossible." Master Yoda answered as the presence he had felt vanished. He sat there for long moments, thinking on how impossible this was, but yet young Sasha Kenobi was insistent she heard someone. Could it really be Qui-Gon Jinn?

Master Yoda, still deep in thought, joined the Council for its meeting, but his mind kept wandering. Once it was over, he left to get some rest.

**Obi-Wan's Point of View**

Once the meeting was over, rather disturbed by Master Yoda's lack of attention, I barely heard my com going off. Recognizing my wife's signature, I answered it. "Yes dear?"

While reminding me to pick up Sasha and dinner, she told me what she wanted to eat for tonight. I could not hold back the wince, it sounded awful. However, she was nine months pregnant, so I just assured her I would get it for her before closing off the connection.

"Obi-Wan do you have a moment?" Master Windu approached me.

"A short one." I told him before he expressed concerns about Master Yoda and we spent a few minutes discussing that maybe he had met his limit with the war. But most importantly that we all felt something greater, darker event was on the horizon.

Once the discussion was over, I picked up my daughter and our dinner before heading home for the evening. Despite Meagan's strange appetite, we had an enjoyable dinner together before getting Sasha to bed. Not surprisingly my wife soon followed, tired and achy from carrying the baby, but also saying she doubted she would get comfortable enough to sleep. She turned down my offer for help, grumbling it was all my fault and apparently didn't want me near her at this moment. By now I had quite grown used to her mood swings and did not take offense, nor did I argue, just let her be. She would call me if she needed anything.

As it was still early, I spent a good deal of time meditating, with everything going on with the war and a baby about to come, I needed to be as centered as I could. After sometime, I headed to our room and readied for bed in the dark, not wanting to disturb my wife. I settled into bed next to her, placing an arm around her, nearly immediately feeling the life within her squirm at my touch. Smiling slightly at the touch of our soon to be born child, I feel asleep.

The following morning, I left Meagan in our quarters, saying I would come back later to check on her before taking Sasha to the creche for the day. We were met at the door by Master Yoda.

"Speak to you I must." Master Yoda was looking not at me, but at Sasha. "Describe it, the voice you heard."

Sasha looked up to me, clearly confused as I was.

"Master Yoda?" I questioned him, wondering if this was what had him so distracted earlier but why.

"Sound familiar did it, like someone you know?" Master Yoda ignored me, still addressing my daughter.

Sasha immediately shook her head. "No, Master."

"Was it a deep voice?" Master Yoda then began asking questions about the tone, exactly how it sounded.

"Master Yoda what is going on?" I asked after Sasha answered his questions and I directed my daughter through the door of the creche, even at her protests.

"Might know the source of the voice she heard."

We had started walking away from the creche but I stopped dead in my tracks at that pronouncement. "And?"

Master Yoda gazed at me for long moments before explaining he had heard Qui-Gon during his meditation, who claimed he was the one helping Sasha. "Believe me you do not."

"He is dead." I stated sadly. "How is this even possible?"

"No this I do not." He said before we went our separate ways. "But came to me he did when seeking answers I was."

I found Master Windu, sharing with him what just happened and then with the rest of the Council began to discuss if there was anything we could do. With the baby due within the week, I wasn't sure how much I could be involved but it might be something I would have to deal with. The Council was wanting to keep this quiet which relieved me greatly as it saved me from having to tell my very pregnant wife about it. However, I had a feeling she would somehow find out about it anyway.

**Meagan's point of view**

I eased my feet into the warm water of the Temple gardens hoping it would help the swelling go down. With a sigh I rubbed my middle, feeling the baby stretch as if trying to find more room, wanting more than anything not to be this pregnant anymore.

I sat there for long moments when I noticed Master Yoda enter the garden and come over to me. I could immediately tell something was wrong, he looked so sad, so downcast.

"Master Yoda what's wrong?" I asked as he came near me, "is everything okay?"

He gave me a sad smile, "be asking you this I should be."

I gave a smile feeling a knee punch me, "I'm fine, this is all just temporary," I leaned forward, concerned for the Master, "what is it?"

He took a moment before speaking, "tell you Obi-Wan did not?"

I shook my head.

It was quiet for long moments before he spoke, "Qui-Gon speaking to me he has, said he was the one helping Sasha. Not sure believed me the Council did."

"You heard Qui-Gon?" I asked in a quiet voice, trying to understand it, he was dead, but yet at the same time it made sense. "How?"

"Come back to us in the Force he has. Somehow learned to communicate with us he has."

"When Dooku captured me at the battle of Geonosis, I swore I heard him encouraging me but Obi-Wan said it was just my inner conscious telling me to trust my instincts." I admitted.

"Sure it was Qui-Gon's voice?" He asked after a long thoughtful silence.

I thought it about, trying to remember it more clearly, "yes."

"Believe me you do?" His ears perked up in interest, in wanting to be believed.

I nodded, "yes, I do. Even if we don't understand it, it makes sense he would help Sasha."

I could tell he was already feeling better about it, "thank you."

"You are quite welcome."

He rested his hands on his cane, then nodded to me, "feel your little one I do, strong this little Kenobi is."

As if knowing our discussion, I felt the baby squirm, kicking at the hand Master Yoda placed on my middle.

"A bright light a new little one is," he certainly did not seem as dark or low as he had been, "needed to hear your words I did and meditate on my next step I should."

With another pat to my middle, he turned around and left.

I sat there for long moments thinking about what he said, wondering what it all meant. Sighing, with much difficulty I stood up before heading to pick up Sasha and then back to our quarters. While she played in her room, I thought about what I could possibly do before it finally came to me. So, I went into our closet and stared. Where was that box? I knew Obi-Wan had it somewhere but being days away from giving birth I didn't think it would be a wise idea to use any sort of ladder. Finally remembering to use the Force, I was able to find it. Taking it into the room, I sat down on the bed and looked through a few of Qui-Gon's possessions which included a data recording with his voice. There was only one way to prove Master Yoda was right.

Making sure I was out of Sasha's hearing I replaced the power cell and played it. His gentle deep tone filled the room which of course brought out the water works. Once I calmed, I pulled out my commlink, calling my husband. I wasted no time once he answered. "Are you still in the Council meeting?"

"Yes…."

"Wonderful, Sasha and I are on our way then."

"Meagan, are you okay? Is it the baby?" He sounded almost panicked. "Is Sasha okay?"

"We're fine." I assured him, hoping he wouldn't panic when the baby really was coming. "I found a way to prove who Master Yoda and Sasha are hearing." I quickly cut off any questions he was about to ask. "I'll explain when we get there." With that I closed off the connection and collected Sasha before leaving.

The entire Council looked rather flabbergasted when Sasha and I entered the room, even if Master Yoda told them he told me about it. Thankfully Master Yoda took Sasha out of the room while I explained, holding up the databad. "This has a recording of Qui-Gon."

None of them looked very impressed, Obi-Wan looking at me, clearly questioning what I was doing, obviously questioning whether I was thinking clearly or not. He stood up, motioning to me. "Why do you not sit down?"

I sighed before perching on the edge on the chair, well knowing if I had sat down, I would never be able to get back up again. "If Sasha can positively identify the voice she was hearing is Qui-Gon, it proves Master Yoda is correct."

They all just stared at me before Master Windu spoke. "It is not that simple. No one, Jedi or not retains consciousness after death."

"Besides that, what if she has heard the recording before?" Master Koon added. "That will nullify this entire discussion."

"She hasn't." I assured them, though they all glanced towards Obi-Wan, who added.

"I agree, I have not even pulled out the box it is in since before Sasha was born."

The Masters all looked at each other before Windu sighed. "Very well, we will bring them back in." He signaled the Padawan working outside to let Master Yoda and Sasha back in.

Obi-Wan immediately called for her. "Come here Sasha and sit down." Once she was settled in his chair, he went on. "The voice you heard before, do you think you could recognize it now?"

"I think so," she looked rather puzzled, "I haven't heard it again."

"I know," I held up the date pad, "We have an idea of who it might be and if you can tell us if it was or not, it would be really helpful."

"I can help."

"If you can't tell for sure, it's okay," Obi-Wan assured her before glancing around the room, then turning to me. "Go ahead and play it Meagan."

I nodded, turning on the datapad, pulled up the recording and starting playing it. Qui-Gon's deep gentle voice filled the room. Despite holding back my own tears, I reached over squeezing my husband's hand, knowing he hadn't heard his voice in years.

"That's him mummy." Sasha's jumping up from the chair completely pulled all of us out of the emotional moment we had been drawn into. "That's the voice."

I paused the recording, my heart hammering in my chest, the baby squirming restlessly, as Master Windu asked, "are you sure?"

"Yes, it's him," Sasha watched as I turned it off before asking, glancing around the room as she did so, "who is that?"

Seeing Obi-Wan was trying to bring his emotions under control I answered her. "It was Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi Master who taught your Father."

Her eyes widened in recognition, "he helped me."

I placed a hand on my daughter's cheek, "yes he did, he would have adored you."

Sasha seemed pleased we finally knew who was speaking with her, but sensing the emotion and sudden heaviness in the room fell silent, sitting back in the chair as I placed a hand on her shoulder.

The Jedi didn't seem to know what to say, that the impossible seemed to have happened, that no one could explain how Qui-Gon did this. And the obvious question of what to do next hung in the air.

After long moments Master Yoda spoke again, "Spoke to Sasha he did when needed it she did. Came to me for a reason he has." He paused as we all thought about it. "Meditate deeply on this I should, come to me again he will."

The other masters agreed with this and the meeting was soon adjourned. I eased myself off the chair, rubbing my aching back.

"Are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked as he helped Sasha off the chair, keeping her hand in his as we started to leave the Council chambers.

"Other than this baby refuses to come, I'm fine." I assured him.

I heard Obi-Wan sigh as we started to walk away from the other Masters. We picked up dinner before heading back to our chambers for the evening. The long emotional and mentally exhausting day quickly took its tool and I was struggling to keep awake during dinner.

"Go to bed." Obi-Wan told me as I picked up the dishes. "I'll take care of everything."

I placed the dishes into his outstretched hands. "This kitchen better be clean when I get up in the morning or I'm taking you out."

Obi-Wan chuckled, leaning over to kiss me. "It will be. Please, get some rest."

I nodded, kissing my daughter goodnight before heading for our bedroom. It took some time to get settled and comfortable, well as comfortable as I was going to get at this stage. Even as tired as I was, not surprisingly I did not sleep well and was extremely sore and restless.

"Should I call Master Jessie?" Obi-Wan asked sometime in the night, a slightly panicked hitch in his tone. "Are you feeling any pains?"

I shook my head. "No, every time I get somewhat comfortable the baby moves around, probably because she's uncomfortable and it wakes me up." I gave an annoying sigh. "Maybe this will encourage this rug rat to come. I'm so ready to have this over with."

Obi-Wan was leaning over, one hand resting on my large middle, the other gently caressing my face. "I'm sorry, what can I do?"

I huffed at him, turning slightly, trying to get more comfortable. "You already did enough."

He kissed me gently, completely ignoring my jab, deciding not to answer to it, rubbing my back and shoulders, helping me settle back down and into sleep.

When I awoke late the next morning, both Obi-Wan and Sasha were gone. After eating breakfast, feeling restless and not wanting to disturb my husband, I went for a walk. While resting on a bench, Obi-Wan with Masters Windu and Ki-Mundi came around the corner, speaking quietly.

They stopped talking upon seeing me, Obi-Wan just giving me a look.

"I needed to get out of our apartment." I felt some explanation was needed.

Obi-Wan was obviously not pleased I was walking by myself, "I will escort you back once we are done here."

"I think we are about done here." Master Ki-Mundi said, glancing towards the other two. Within a few moments he and Master Windu headed down the hall as Obi-Wan sat down next to me.

"Meagan what were you doing all the way over here?" He definitely was not happy.

"Master Jessie said it was good to take walks, to get light exercise." I defended myself.

Obi-Wan gave a slight sigh, "what if something happened and you were alone?"

"Stop worrying so much, I had my com unit," he clearly still didn't like it, "I was getting bored at home. I thought a walk was better than scrubbing the refresher."

Obi-Wan gave a long sigh, "what am I going to do with you?"

I leaned up, kissing his cheek, "nothing honey, absolutely nothing."

He gave another sigh, standing up before helping me up. "Come on, I am taking you back home myself." With my slower walk, it took us longer to get home. After using the refresher, we settled down onto the couch with cups of tea.

"Do you want anything else?" He asked as he sat down next to me.

I shook my head, with a slight groan, trying to adjust my position to give the baby more room, "unless you can get the baby to come."

Obi-Wan ran a comforting hand through my hair, "I know you are anxious but it is better for this little one to come when it's ready, not before."

I sighed resting against him, "I know but I really do not want to be pregnant anymore."

He rubbed my middle before kissing me gently, "it will not be long now."

I knew he was right but with a full-term baby punching my bladder and all my organs being wretched out of place it certainly felt like an absolute eternity.

Later, the following morning I awoke with a frustrated groan.

"What's wrong?" Came Obi-Wan's voice somehow sounding awake when he was asleep.

"I'm still pregnant," I growled, "this is your fault you know."

He reached out, rubbing my back, trying not to laugh too much, "unless something has changed, it took both of us to do this."

I glared at him as I pushed myself up and out of bed, waddling toward the refresher.

Once Obi-Wan had left, taking Sasha with him, with me promising I would only take short walks, not walking all over the Temple, I found a way to keep myself busy. I straightened the bedrooms and living areas before resorting the baby's clothes. Obi-Wan found me about mid-day cleaning out our clothes closet.

"Meagan what are you doing?" He asked me, his tone somewhere between curiosity and scolding.

"Giving away clothes we don't wear any more or at least I won't now," I told him folding a few shirts, "I thought it might be best to get it done now because I certainly won't have time once the baby is here."

He looked about to protest but didn't, only reaching for the pile I made, "do I want to know what else you've done this morning?"

"I didn't do any lifting or moving, only light straightening or rearranging," I assured him before changing the subject, "how is Master Yoda?"

Obi-Wan gave me a quick run-down that after being put in a meditation chamber which nearly took his life but was hearing Qui-Gon again. "I am worried about him."

"I know but he is over 800 years old, I think he may be able to find his own way. Trust him."

"What if he is wrong? What if this is some Sith ploy?" Obi-Wan protested.

"And it was a Sith ploy that helped and saved Sasha? I still think he can handle it." I paused before asking, "are you hurt Qui-Gon didn't come to you first?"

"Of course not," though I wondered if he was being honest with himself or not, "I still find this entire situation incredible as there is no record of anyone, Jedi or Sith retaining consciousness after death."

"That doesn't mean it's not possible, only that Qui-Gon is the first one to do it. And of all the Jedi, wouldn't he be the first to do it?" I gave my husband a smile, "after all, stranger things have happened," he cocked an eyebrow, a slight grin tugging at his lips as if he knew my next words, "I never thought my soul mate and father of my children would be from another galaxy."

He kissed me for long moments, "point taken. Now where do you want these?"

I gave him directions as we finished the work. Obi-Wan stayed with me the rest of the afternoon, only leaving to go find us some dinner but he came back alone.

"If you can't help keep track of one child, what are you going to do with two?" I asked, wondering what he did with Sasha.

"Anakin said he would take her home with him and keep her for the next couple days," he told me as we sorted through the food trays, "I thought it would be nice to have a quiet dinner with just the two of us before the baby comes."

I couldn't help but smile, "oh that sounds so lovely."

To add to the date night, we pulled out some nicer linen and played some slow romantic music through the holonet. We swayed gently to a couple tunes before sitting down to a quiet dinner. It wasn't anything fancy but we were alone and able to enjoy adult conversations. After cleaning up dinner, we sat in the living area with cups of warm tea, cuddling together as much as my swollen middle allowed. Between gentle kisses and touches we talked about something different than our kids or the war.

"I think we should get you to bed," Obi-Wan murmured, nudging me gently as I was practically asleep, "you need your rest, especially now."

I was about to protest but felt how heavy the baby was and knew he was right. He helped me up and into our bedroom. We quietly got ready for bed and I settled under the covers, trying to get comfortable, wondering if the baby would come tonight.

That night, I slept restlessly, often getting up to use the refresher, the baby feeling just as restless. In the morning, I felt a bit off, like something was going to happen soon, that maybe this would be over sooner rather than later, but other than that, nothing else felt different.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Obi-Wan asked as he prepared to leave to teach a class, "you have everything you need?"

"I am fine," I told him, sipping on some warm tea, "I know you also want to check on Master Yoda."

He kissed me gently before slipping his robe on and left our home.

During the morning, I folded some clothes and did the dishes. I occasionally had some contractions but nothing too alarming. I took a walk up the hallway to the nearest lift and back again, feeling restless. I made myself a light lunch, not feeling up to eating a lot. I had a few more contractions, the baby growing quiet. I thought about calling Obi-Wan but I wasn't quite sure if something was trying to start or if it was just more of the Braxton hicks I'd been having recently and didn't want to disturb him, especially if this didn't go anywhere.

I settled down onto the couch, thinking if I was up at night having a baby, it might be a good idea to get some rest now. I did doze off now and then, sometimes meditating lightly. While the contractions were still random and mostly light there was something to them and I started having this feeling about it. I was still debating on when to call my husband when he came in around mid-afternoon.

I heard him hanging up his robe before walking into the living room to where I was still sitting.

He leaned down to kiss me and I was about to speak but he beat me to it, "Master Yoda left, took off to who knows where, following his visions. The Council will be meeting in a little while to decide what to do."

"I think you and the Council should trust Master Yoda," I took a deep breath, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I do not want you leaving this evening."

He started to say something but his voice started to trail away when I gave him a rather knowing look. It took a moment but his eyes widened when he obviously got it. "Why didn't you com me and how long has this been going on? Where is your bag? Did you call the healers?"

"Obi-Wan," I forcefully grabbed his arm to stop his nearly panicked rambling, "I was about to contact you, it's still very early. There is no need to rush or panic."

"I am not panicking," he took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm himself.

I could not help but laugh, "sure, honey."

"Should you not be lying down or something?" He said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"I'm fine," I assured him., "I took short naps earlier, so I would rather keep active now."

We walked down the hallway towards our bedroom, then put finishing touches on our bags. Once we were done, Obi-Wan took our bags to put by the front door. I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as another contraction started. It didn't last long but had a little to it which made my breath catch. I didn't notice Obi-Wan had come into the room until he spoke.

"I am calling the healers," I briefly thought about protesting but then thought it was probably a good idea.

Master Jessie said she had a couple patients to see first then would stop by but we didn't need to rush anywhere. I could stay active as long as I didn't overdo it, so we did some things around our home. When the healer stopped by, she said we were both doing well. The pains, though beginning to get stronger, were still coming more randomly and thought it would be a while, though agreed I was definitely in labor. Before leaving she encouraged me to eat a light dinner and gave some suggestions.

It was getting to be closer to dinner time so we put something together. I wasn't all that hungry but knew I needed to keep up my strength for the long night ahead so I managed to eat some.

AN: Sorry, we lied! Ha ha! 😊 While the baby is certainly on its way, it's not quite here yet. Stay tuned to the next chapter to meet the next Kenobi.

And for the quote, as it's the Christmas season from one of our favorite movies, The Santa Claus with Tim Allen.

Scott Calvin: "You know, I must say, you look pretty good for your age."

Judy The Elf: "Thanks, but I'm seeing someone in wrapping."