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He’s been running his fingers through Padme’s hair, reading the new translation of Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair by J. Simon Harris’, when Padme jumps in the middle of his reciting.
“I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul—“
“Shh, be quiet,” she shushes him. Before he can ask, she grabs his hand, and puts it on her stomach, his hand covering the strong curve of her pregnant belly. He sits still, but nothing happens.
Padmé waits, her mouth half-open, for something as well, but then she makes a disappointed face when nothing does.
She rests her head back on his lap. “Keep reading, keep reading,” Padmé urges him, holding his hand to her belly with both hands down.
Obi-Wan wets his lips, still a little lost, and holds the book back to his face with his free hand. “You emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and yo—“
Something moves against his hand from Padme’s body and his heart stops.
When he looks down, Padmé is grinning, happily, staring back to him.
“Is that— they’re moving?” Obi-Wan asks in joyful disbelief, turning his full body now to feel it with both of his hands. But nothing happens again.
“I think you have to keep talking. They like your voice,” Padmé says.
“Or they’re like ‘please, stop reading me this boring stuff, Pops, please, I’m begging you’,” Anakin comes from the kitchen, throwing the kitchen towel over his shoulder and kneeling on the floor by the couch Padmé and Obi-Wan are lying and sitting in. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Anakin adds, putting his mouth close to Padmé’s belly.
They move again and Obi-Wan throws his head back in a laugh.
“See? I told you,” Anakin tells them, and then kisses Obi-Wan’s knuckles above Padme’s belly.
That’s the first time Obi-Wan got a taste of the amount of unconditional love he was going to be filled with when the moment came.
And it did, 40 weeks in, just as planned. Their daughter was born on June 20th, red and chubby and perfectly healthy, and Obi-Wan learned that he hadn’t known what true love at first sight was.
They named her Olivia, honoring Satine with the name she picked for the child she and Obi-Wan never had, just like Padmé wished to. Anakin offered the middle name Sabrina, the ‘S’ choice for both Satine and his own mother, Shmi. Obi-Wan wasn’t particularly set on any name himself, but he was glad Olivia could go as ‘Liv’ for short and it’d go fine with Luke and Leia. Ahsoka was in charge of choosing everything inside the nursing room they set up.
Anakin opens the door for Padmé holding Olivia, Obi-Wan walking right behind her with the stuff they brought from the hospital. Anakin puts his hands on his hips, going, “Ahsoka outdid herself, but I’m not really digging the orange much. But it’s fine, we’ll have something different for the next one.”
Padmé’s just finishing putting their daughter down when she turns to him. “The next one?!”
Anakin shrugs vaguely. “Yeah, the next baby.” Obi-Wan makes a pained face just in anticipation.
“There’s not gonna be a next baby, Anakin Skywalker!”
Anakin has the gall to pout. “There’s not?”
“No!” Padmé yells. “Not unless you invent yourself a way for you to push them out of your body,” she says.
“You know I would if I could,” Anakin retorts.
Padmé squints her eyes. “No, actually. I was there when they took your wisdom teeth out, you would not survive childbirth.”
Obi-Wan muffles his laughs into his palm, after putting down the things he was carrying on the baby dresser. Padmé turns to him with a quirked eyebrow.
“And do you have something to say? ‘Cause this one was your fault,” she asks.
Obi-Wan shakes his head immediately. “Oh, definitely not. I—I think four children is good. Perfect.”
“Damn right,” she says, before she leaves the room.
Anakin watches her go with a sad puppy face. “It’s not like you pushed all four of them!” he shouts as she’s out, and then turns to Obi-Wan with a disapproving stare.
“What?”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Anakin says and Obi-Wan scoffs. “C’mon, you love children. You watch over fifteen of them on a daily basis.”
Obi-Wan gets on folding the few clothes they brought back from the hospital, amusingly shaking his head. “I watch them for over a limited period of time. Most of the highlights of my days are when I give them back to their parents, Anakin. It’s a totally different thing and you know that,” he explains.
Anakin sighs. “I know, it’s just…” Obi-Wan turns when Anakin falls quiet behind him, to find him looking at their child, hand going inside the crib to rub softly on her tiny face. Obi-Wan softens from his spot. “I just wished they stayed like this forever.”
Obi-Wan goes over to him, resting his chin on Anakin’s shoulder, and looks over to Olivia, breathing even and unbothered, peaceful. Anakin leans back into him before he turns, his eyes deep and pleading.
Obi-Wan laughs. “Don’t look at me like that, I can’t carry your children,” he jokes, but he’s holding Anakin’s waist.
Anakin playfully shoves him with a groan and eye-roll, and leaves the room.
“I can’t believe I have two partners and I’m only getting four children,” Anakin complains, sitting on the kitchen stool as Padmé pours herself a glass of juice.
She shrugs. “Should’ve gotten yourself another woman instead of Obi-Wan,” she jokes, looking up for a second as Obi-Wan steps into the living room, and he shrugs non-committal at Padmé’s comment.
Anakin bites in, leaning back on his stool, crossing his arms. “You’re right. Maybe I still have time. Do you think Mon is available?”
“Ani!” Padmé throws him an orange from the counter and he grabs it without effort, cracking.
“Please, Mon would never take him. She sees him as an overgrown child,” Obi-Wan snarks, sitting next to Anakin. Padmé tilts her head in a ‘you’re right’ gesture.
Anakin uncurls his arms. “Well, the joke’s on you both, ‘cause I’m your overgrown child,” he tells Padmé, leaning over the counter and then turns to Obi-Wan, raising his ring finger, “forever.”
And Obi-Wan didn’t really hold him to that promise, but, nonetheless, Anakin delivered.
For the next few years, Obi-Wan got to keep teaching, his relationship with Ventress’ vastly improving when she rose to vice principal after Yoda stepped away due to his old age. Windu then offered him the treasury position, with a raise in his salary and he was in charge of the program they launched at his petition for neurodivergent children, which Depa was the leading teacher of. Olivia started assisting it not long after, and Obi-Wan got to supervise himself how his daughter received education better suited for her and her needs.
And little Liv blossomed into a bright, caring, very special little girl, just like all her siblings were.
Leia and Luke kept growing, too. After the wedding ceremony they held before Olivia was born, it was very clear that Obi-Wan was not only no longer their teacher but he was more than just their parents’ friend.
Like Padmé and Anakin said, they didn’t have an issue with Obi-Wan’s presence in their lives, not really. But when kids at school got mean about it, they had questions, especially Leia. They answered their questions and explained everything. ‘Some people love differently and that is okay’, ‘you’ll understand more when you’re older’, and all the rehearsed speeches they had prepared. They asked if Obi-Wan was their father, too, and Padmé very quietly said, “Only if you want him to”.
He never shook off the ‘Pops’ moniker after that, even Ahsoka adopted it to be funny until then she started using it unironically. Especially after they all struggled with getting Olivia to talk.
Ahsoka, for her part, probably had it roughest in terms of dealing with people’s “bs”, as she called it. But she quickly overcame the comments and instead took very deep pride in her ‘out and proud, queer family’, which earned her her own very good and caring group of friends, all of which seemed to love Anakin, Padmé and Obi-Wan, and claimed Ahsoka had the ‘coolest parents ever’. She went stag with all of them on her senior graduation, and then rode off away from home with them, right into college.
Anakin cried for three nights straight, leaving their bed to sleep in Ahsoka’s room for a few days. But as soon as she settled in her campus in New York, she kept good on her promise of face-timing him every day.
By the time it’s the twins’ turn to leave home, Anakin’s gotten slightly better at it. Padmé clings to Luke for what feels like a lifetime as they stand inside the airport then re-fixes his hair for the twelfth time. Obi-Wan pulls him in next, holding onto the back of his head and messing what Padmé did as his hand runs across Luke’s silky hair.
Then Anakin grabs him, palming his upper back before he takes and lifts him up for a second before dropping him down again, Luke tucks his head under his father’s chin and wipes the tears as he rubs against his chest.
“We’ll be alright, my boy,” Anakin assures himself more than Luke, before he grabs Luke’s face and kisses his forehead.
As he lets go, Liv steps shyly, handing Luke their old favorite dinosaur teddy. Luke tilts his head, smiling at his sister. “Won’t you need that to sleep?”
“You’ll need it more. You’ll be away. I’m still gonna be home,” she says, but she won’t look at him and she’s pulling an auburn lock of her hair, like she does when she feels a little emotionally distressed. Luke pulls her in, rubbing her back.
Then he takes off his silver necklace. “I’ll have Mister T, and you get my necklace. That way, we’ll always have each other close, deal?” he offers and Liv stares at the necklace, before she nods, not really smiling at him.
As she makes to go, she turns again, wrapping her arms around Luke, trapping his arms inside her tight grip, then he laughs as she lets go.
Leia has her arms crossed still when Luke turns to her.
“Weren’t you the one who said she couldn’t wait to get rid of me?” Leia punches him on the shoulder, hard. “Ow, that hurt!”
“What they’re gonna give you in the training camps is gonna hurt far more, let me tell you,” Leia snarks at him. Luke only smiles and she gives in, opening her arms for him to join her. “Ugh, I just don’t like this. We’ve never been apart before,” she sighs.
“I know. But I want to fly and you’re too chicken to join me,” he jokes.
Leia squints her eyes. “Mmmm, no. It’s more that I’m heavily against the military machine and—“
Luke rolls his eyes and all their family groans behind them. “We’re not having this conversation again. Don’t ruin my farewell,” he says.
Leia makes a face at him. “Fine— don’t get yourself killed overseas,” she says, shoving him a little, but then she gives right again, this time truly melting into her brother’s shoulder.
“Text me when you’re with Ahsoka before you get to Massachusetts,” he asks, face tight to the side of her head and Leia nods as much as she can, chin still pressed on Luke’s shoulder.
Anakin breaks again a little, and steps in to wrap his arms around them both before the rest of them join them in one big family hug, past the chatter of people and the last call for Luke's flight warnings.
They're all together again in no time, by Thanksgiving. Padmé reveals she's going to be running for Congress now that Liv's about to start high school and Anakin's promotion lets him have a more open schedule. Ahsoka had just moved into a bigger apartment thanks to a very big raise in her job as a mechanical engineer, and Leia brought with her the boyfriend she'd been telling them about over the phone.
Anakin shakes the guy's hand politely, then pulls him close. “They won't be able to identify your body if you hurt her,” he whispers with a smile on his face. Obi-Wan shakes his head from behind him while Padmé mutters a 'don't listen to him'.
Han Solo didn't exactly know what to expect when Leia informed him she had a "happy and healthy polyamorous" family, mostly because he himself didn't know what even a regular "happy and healthy" family looked like, but as dinner progressed, he really thought he could find himself a spot amongst these people.
The day just got better and better after Ahsoka opened the front door to Luke, still in his flying suit, big smile on his face. They jumped up and down as he hugged her, then she noticed a quiet, very good-looking guy standing behind him.
“Oh, hi,” she says.
“Ah, this is my friend Din. Din, Ahsoka, my sister,” Luke introduces them.
Din comes inside, a little shy and serious, shaking Ahsoka's hand politely. “Friend?” Ahsoka whispers, leaning into Luke.
Luke chuckles. “Yes, please don't freak him out.”
Din Djarin met Luke just a few months ago and despite them spending almost every waking moment together during their training, he still didn't know what to make of the guy. But he knew that he wasn't one to freak out. At least that's what he told himself as he walked into this suburban house, filled with joy and warmth. He met the people who raised Luke and he understood right there his kind, cheeky nature.
He showed them pictures of his son Grogu back at home when the Solo guy showed pictures of his dog Chewie, and promptly won them over. Especially Luke's dad, who simply had decided to glare at Solo because he thought it was funny.
They asked them both to come next year. Han said yes without making eye contact with Anakin, Din looked at Luke instead - the unspoken thing between them was still so freshly new- but Padmé insisted, telling him he could even bring Grogu next.
They were an interesting little family but one thing was certain: there was no lack of love amongst them.