A/N:
this came to me in a vision
just a touch
an Obidala Drabble
"The baby likes you." Padme whispers. "He kicks when you place your hand—" She smooths Obiwan's palm over the swell of her belly. "Here."
Padme is right. The child squirms under his touch.
"See?" Her voice is still hushed. "He already knows you."
He smiles warmly at her and indulges in the happy smile she returns.
It's this knowing smile that Anakin reads into. Sees something there isn't and accusations are shouted and threats thrown.
Padme cries.
That's how they know she is close to birth.
"Ani calm down! There's nothing between him and me!"
Obiwan winces, because it's true.