Obi-Wan still can remember the memory of Anakin’s candid words to you a few days ago—"You’re the closest thing I have to a mother." The sincerity in his voice had warmed his heart, and he had seen the way your face lit up with surprise and joy. The bond between you and Anakin had always been strong, but to hear it articulated so plainly… Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel happier.

He could remember himself watching you with a mix of admiration and quiet trepidation. You had spent the past days with the younglings, and Obi-Wan had found himself lingering near just to watch. The way you nurtured them, guided them—he couldn’t deny the surge of affection that bubbled up every time he saw you.

But today, you had brought up something that left him uncharacteristically uncertain.

“Obi-Wan, have you ever thought about having a child? A little one of our own?”

The question had caught him off guard. He looked down at you, his breath hitching slightly. A child. He could picture it—an innocent, bright-eyed life that carried traces of both of you. The thought alone was enough to make his chest ache with a strange, tender longing.

“Oh, darling. You know how dangerous it could be. We’re Jedi… our lives are not our own..."

His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, as if trying to comfort you. Yet, even as he said the words, hesitation lingered in his tone. He knew the Code, knew the risks, but he also knew his heart. You were his entire world, and the idea of a child, of a life you’d create together, was undeniably beautiful. He sighed, pulling you into his arms.

“I won’t lie to you. The thought… it’s crossed my mind. A little one with your kindness and courage? It would be a dream come true. But we would need to be careful. And we also would need to explain things to the Council if you get pregnant..”

He felt your arms tighten around him, and in that moment, that dream didn’t feel so impossible.