The Makings Of Greatness | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Picking Up The Pieces Of My Life

Vale's P.O.V.

"My dear, don't take this the wrong way." My father says while walking around his desk. "... But you look exhausted. You need a few rest days. You're spreading yourself thin."

"There no need, I feel fine." I sigh while walking toward a couch and sitting down in his office. "Besides, I have another lead. If I don't leave tomorrow, I could lose it."

"Another?" My father announces in shock while coming to me sit with me on the couch. "You've just arrived after being gone for six months."

This in my first I've been back on Coruscant since my miscarriage. I've talked to Yoda and Windu about another potential lead. My unit's already set up for space travel again. I came to visit my father, knowing he'd want to see me before I left again.

"Really, I enjoy traveling for months at a time."

I mumble, feeling like a little girl again in my father's presences. I pick up one of his fancy objects on his coffee table and lean back onto the couch. Fiddling with it, I feel my father's gaze on me seriously. Sensing what he's going to say next, I blurt out.

"It's not because of that, father. I've moved on. It's been six months."

"No, a mother never moves on from losing a child, Valera." My father sighs and I feel him petting the back of my head. "If only you had told me sooner... I could have done something."

A week after I lost the baby, I came to my father crying to him about what happened. I didn't want to speak to Obi-Wan about it after our argument and decision. I had nowhere else to go and my feet wandered into his Office.

He cried with me and thanked me for telling him what had happened. Maybe that's why I come to see him when I stop at Coruscant for a day or two. He's the only one I have left that's there for me.

I can't and won't go to Obi-Wan and Anakin. Honestly, I'm afraid to see them after what happened. Padme's always in Naboo when I'm on Coruscant, so I never talk to her anymore. Raising the elegant decorating in my palm with the force, I mumble to my father.

"It's in the past now. Leave it alone."

"Well, if there's anything you need don't hesitated to come to me." My father offers in a genuine tone. "You just name it and I'll make it happen."

I smirk, knowing the power of being the Supreme Chancellor gets to his head sometimes. Most of the time, I try to forget he's the Chancellor and I try to forget that I could be the chosen one. It helps me feel like our family is traditional when I know nothing about our family is normal.

Though, he likes to point it out to me to show I can want anything for nothing. Yet, what I want disappeared the day I had a miscarriage. Nothing my father can do will change that.

I can't have kids, Obi-Wan and I aren't on speaking terms, and I've become an important asset to the Jedi Order. Some times I think of what could have been just to relish in the thought I almost had it. Standing up and putting the decoration back on the coffee table, I say in a genuine tone.

"Thanks, but I'm past the point of getting what I want."

"Maybe not... You are my daughter, after all. My one and only." He suggests while standing up to face me. "Surely you can mend things with Master Kenobi, dear."

"It still wouldn't change anything." I declare and wander around his office. I hate it when tries to corner me with an idea like when I was a child. Glancing around at all his elegant things, I think out loud. "My life is for the Jedi Order. What I want would be selfish to ask for..."

"Valera... I sense you still want it, nonetheless. It's like a scar."

My father announces from behind me, making me frown. How can he sense what I'm feeling when he doesn't know how the force works? Turning my head and glancing at him, I question curiously.