I stared at the test, my eyes brimming with tears that were in-between the emotion of joy and terror. The two lines, the ones I'd been hoping to see, but at the same time seeing them was like being in a fever dream. The two blue lines of pregnancy. The ones Anakin and I had been hoping to see for weeks - and the same ones we would have a heart attack telling Obi-Wan about.

"Negative again? There's no need to cry we'll get it one day Angel," Anakin soothed from the doorway, staying his distance till I genuinely burst out in tears. He knew I was upset, but he was too tired to want to move from his stuck place.

I'd woke up at 2AM, the only thing on my mind was the need to vomit. Anakin woke up shortly after, holding my hair back and helping me clean up before leaving me alone with the extra pregnancy test I'd pulled out of the sink's under-cupboard.

Once he heard me step out of the bathroom, he greeted me with a bagel to munch on as we waited. Stepping back into the bathroom to look at the results, he stayed back, expecting the usual. The one line. The single blue line that made me break down in Anakin's arms.

But it wasn't that cruel blue line. It was the two lines, parallel to each other. I smiled widely, looking up at my sleepy husband. His eyes went wide, the blue filling with the joy of our upcoming youngling. The Jedi ran over to me, picking me up by my waist and slowly spinning me around as to not make my feet hit any walls.

"We're gonna be parents, Angel! We're gonna have our own little padawan!" he exclaimed, putting me down and holding my shoulders tightly, staring into my eyes with tears brimming them. "We're gonna be parents," he sniffled.

I held his face in my hands, my touch making him melt as he closed his eyes in peace. "Yes we are Ani.. yes we are," my forehead rested against his in the most romantic and blissful manner ever, causing my lips to perk up in a smile.

It was a dream come true, the same one we'd been working on for months. It was finally true, our dream finally became a reality. And we would have a family filled with the strongest Jedi that the Republic had to offer. The best peacekeepers that Coruscant could give.

•--•

A knock played at the door to me and Anakin's large apartment. I already knew who was waiting though. The sassiest Jedi in the universe, and my brother, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Me and Anakin had invited him over. Why you may ask? Well, Obi-Wan didn't know about the pregnancy - kriff, he didn't even know that me and Anakin were married. Though, to be fair, nobody knew and nobody was supposed to know. But he had to, he had to know that Anakin wasn't the only Skywalker that served in the Jedi temple. And that there would soon be Skywalker younglings that wielded lightsabers in the future.

I opened it up with a large smile, immediately hugging my brother tightly. I felt his chest rumble under my head and he patted my back.

"What's going on? You're never this touchy," Obi-Wan pointed out as he pushed me away by my shoulders lightly. "And why were me and Anakin invited over exactly?"

I smiled and turned away, wanting my brother to be confused. I liked messing with him as he had messed with me when I was a youngling. I knew he had patience like no other, but it was still fun to try and mess with him.

I heard him groan, following me as I walked off and into my living room where Anakin sat on his holopad. He set it down once he noticed that we were walking into the room. I let Obi-Wan sit across from me and Anakin as I took my place next to my husband.

"I'm pregnant," I said suddenly, staring into the Jedi master's blue eyes. I heard him inhale sharply as his eyes shot to Anakin. I placed my hand over Anakin's and looked from Obi-Wan to him, then back to Obi-Wan. "and Anakin is the father."

Obi-Wan let out his deep breath. "Anakin, you are in far deeper trouble that you will every be, you hear me? My sister? I told you she was off limits-"

"Ben, please don't be angry. We... We've been married for over a year now. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to hurt him."

He shook his head and put it in his hands. "I knew this was coming," he said, taking his head out of his hands and glaring at Anakin. "If you ever hurt her, your next mission will be assigned in the sarlacc pit."

Anakin grinned awkwardly. I internally giggled, knowing that his only weakness was his master's fury. And boy was Anakin lucky that it wasn't unleashed.

•--•

It hurt so badly. It was 2 weeks till the babies were due. Yes, babies, two of them. They were growing in my stomach day after day, week after week, month after month. But today, it hurt. I had cramps, cramps so bad I was crying. I had been curled up in bed like this for about 20 minutes, a cramp ever other. I knew Anakin was out getting us food and more supplies for the babies as the days counted down.

"Ahsoka!" I yelled, my voice hoarse and high pitched. I groaned as the pain pinched at me once again.

The Padawan peaked inside of my bedroom, looking at me in shock. "What's wrong? Are you hurt, Y/n?" she asked, rushing over to me.

"Ahsoka, I need you to call Obi-Wan r-right now, alright?"

She nodded, snatching the holopad from the bedside table and dialing Obi-Wan's connection. The bearded man answered, seemingly in a meeting with the Jedi Council. They all knew, it wasn't hard for them to find out that I as pregnant and who had caused that conflict. We were luckily let off with a warning for breaking the Jedi code, Anakin having to do countless missions for a make-up before he could stay home with me.

"What is it, Ahsoka? Please don't tell me Anakin made Y/n cry once again," the Jedi master said strictly. I bit back a whine due to the pain that was coming back.

"Ben, I.. I think I'm in labor."

The silence burned through the air, interrupted by the sound of me groaning once again. Obi-Wan sighed, standing up from his council seat and looking around at the other members from what I could see. "If you would excuse me," he said, ending the call.

I knew my brother, I felt his panic. I knew he was rushing to catch his speeder and to make his way over to me. I was gonna have kids, I realized. I was gonna have my tiny little Skywalkers running around.

•--•

Obi-Wan had taken me to the infirmary immediately, sending Anakin a quick message on his holopad as we sped off towards the Jedi temple. I missed Anakin badly, the hormones more intense now that I was actually in labor. I cried on the way towards the infirmary, upset that Anakin wasn't beside me petting my hair because he knew it soothed me in my worst times.

Ahsoka sat beside me in the back of the speeder that we took though and held my hand when it got hard to breath and focus myself on staying in control of my own body.

I looked over towards the door of the infirmary room as Anakin walked in. A coat of sweat covered my forehead as I had been trying to steady my breathing for the past 30 minutes. I felt the babies, I knew they weren't gonna be the hardest pregnancy, but I wanted Anakin by my side when they were out. He was my comfort in life, and if he wasn't with me, I was sure I'd have a nervous breakdown.

"Y/n," Anakin said in a hush, loving tone. He rushed over to the side of the hospital bed and held my hand immediately, pressing a kiss to it. "Are you doing alright?"

I nodded with a smile, "Yes Anakin, I'm doing alright." My breaths became heavy though as I felt a shift. The urge to push. They were coming. "Its Luke and Leia.." I said hurriedly, trying to steady my panicked breathing.

Anakin squeezed my hand tighter as I tucked my chin to my chest and concentrated my energy into pushing. And pushing. And pushing.

•--•

I was drained mentally and physically, but I couldn't go to sleep yet, I wouldn't let myself as I stared at the sight of two beautiful babies. Luke and Leia Skywalker. Me and Anakin had planned their names when we figured out we were having twins and I couldn't have been more happier with the selection.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka held them, but if I wanted to see one, they'd hand it over to me for a short period of time before my arms begged to give out once again.

"You know, my padawan, Luke really looks like you," Obi-Wan commented, smiling widely under his auburn beard as his eyes darted towards Anakin.

I looked at Anakin who was staring down at Luke. He held out a finger, Luke reaching out for it and wrapping his tiny hands around it. "Of course he does. And he'll be the strongest Jedi ever raised on temple grounds. He'll have his wits from his mother too, isn't that right Momma?" he asked, looking towards me with his heart melting grin.

I giggled as the man leaned over and kissed my forehead, flattening my hair back on my head. "And he'll be sweet and comforting like you too."

"What about Leia?" Ahsoka asked, rocking the crying baby girl.

"Sassy and quick-witted," me and Obi-Wan both agreed. I giggled once again and looked at Anakin, "And I wonder who she'll get it from."

"Hmm, I could think of a few Kenobi's," he retorted, causing us to burst out in hushed laughter, trying not to disturb the peace of the babies. And of me, the mom to two Skywalkers. The family name of the greatest Jedi known to man. The legends.

•--•

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