[OBITUARY] A.S

[03]

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19 BBY
Revenge of the Sith
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Compressed and tensile footsteps treaded along the raw glossy floor, echoing sharply until the parky tiles transitioned into the velvety fur of the lavish rug.  Bare feet graced across the material before pausing at the frame of the arched door way, one hand lay on her waist whilst the other stuck securely onto the wall.

Anakin Skywalker looked up with an addled expression, his gaze from the floor of their living room switching to Odessa's own expression of discomfort and exhaustion. Its early morning duty's had meant he had left the brunette beauty in bed asleep, under the impression also that she'd still be there when he returned. Odessa was wrapped securely in her sheer night coat, layering above the tighter nighty exposing her growing bump. Her radiance didn't falter however with her heavy eyes and drained expression still not possible being able to dampen her beauty.

"You should be in bed asleep." He spoke softly, wanting her every move precisely, as she trailed towards him with Artoo closer on her trial. She sighed before sitting beside him, the two not wasting time before reaching for one another's hands.

Odessa's head fell onto his shoulder, blinking through her dazed expression. Waking up at the break of dawn to complete and utter discomfort wasn't ideal, but it was something she was forced to endure "He keeps kicking." 

"He?" Anakin paused, running through his fingers through her soft hair whilst attempting to conceal his astonished and shaky tone "I thought you ordered your medical droid not to spoil the surprise."

She smiled, giggling slightly before another kick came towards her stomach. She dragged a long breath, tracing her own hand over her stomach whilst also guiding Anakin's "Oh I didn't get this from the droid. It my .... motherly intuition."

Truth to be told, Anakin was scared to have a son, sure he would be ecstatic whatever the sex of the child was, but a boy meant he was going to possible be like him. And that thought alone terrified him.

"Motherly intuition huh?" He repeated amused, his own hand feeling the burden of the kick from their child, the force alone being something to cause him to shake his head in disagreement "With a kick that hard definitely a girl."

She smirked "For your sake you better hope not."

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"What kind of nonsense is this, put me on the council and not make me a master? That's never been done in the history of the Jedi. It's insulting!" Anakin's voice raised angrily as he walked along side his former master, who looked back at him with careful eyes.