You held the test with a shaking hand, the other covering your mouth in shock. Two pink lines. Pregnant. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You, pregnant? That couldn't be true. Sure, you and Obi Wan had been intimate a couple of times, but not enough to get pregnant. But here it was—the test that proved your thoughts wrong.

"y/n, I'm home!" Obi Wan called, hanging up his cloak and taking off his boots. You didn't answer, still frozen in shock. Obi Wan must have gotten worried, because he started heading upstairs. You quickly snapped out of it, hiding the test behind your back just as he opened the door.

"y/n, are you okay?" He walked over and embraced you, you quickly wrapping your arms around him so that he wouldn't see the stick.

"Yes, I just couldn't hear you." You laughed nervously.

Obi Wan pulled away. "But the door was open..."

"There must be something wrong with my ears, then. Guess it happens when you're—" you cut yourself off abruptly.

"When you're what? y/n, what are you hiding?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He leant over to you, looking into your eyes to see if they held an answer.

You leaned away from him, chuckling. "Obi, why would you think that? There's nothing I'm hiding. I meant to say when you're in shock, I mean Padmé and Anakin are going to get married and—"

"What?" Obi Wan was furious. "That's against the Jedi Code!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that. Padmé's going to kill me," you muttered the last sentence under your breath. "Please don't tell them I told you!" You gave him puppy dog eyes.

He looked at you, sighing before turning his gaze away. "Fine. I'm still not happy, you know."

"It's really not that different from what we're doing, you know." You smiled, loosely wrapping your arms around him, but you accidentally dropped the test. It landed with a soft thud, but you both heard it.

"y/n, what was that?" Obi Wan frowned. Your smile was quickly wiped away.

"I don't know. Does it matter?" You screamed at yourself internally for being so stupid.

"Yes." He turned around before you could stop him, and his gasp told you that he had seen it. You closed your eyes, turning away from him.

"y/n, when were you going to tell me?" Obi Wan sighed.

"When the bump started to show." You still didn't look at him. "I'm sorry, okay? I know you don't want a child and I know that-"

"Woah, slow down. Who said I don't want a child?" You turned to look at him. "This is amazing! You're pregnant, and we can start a family!"

"Are you sure, or are you just pretending?" You asked.

"Of course I am. We're going to be the best parents ever, and you're going to be an amazing mother to our child." He smiled at you.

"I don't know, I think you'll make a better father." You teased.

"So, what do you think they'll say first? Mum or dad?"

"Mum, obviously. She's going to be a mother's girl."

"No, he is clearly going to say dad first. It's obvious that he'll be a father's son."

"Wanna bet?"