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Day 7: Slippers
"So, what'll it be?" the man behind the small wooden table asked.
Obi-Wan looked over his choices, ignoring the occasional bump he received from passer-by's who were eager to get to a sales booth before somebody else took what he or she was after. "I think I'll take those over there, and these here," he answered, pointing.
"Two?" Obi-Wan gave him a noncommittal nod and paid the salesclerk – or excuse for one – the credits owed and took the bag that was being held out for him. "Pleasure doing business with you."
He answered with another curt nod and headed back to his speeder. It didn't take long until the crowd dispersed and faded into a hive a miniature people. Before long, he was at the secluded dock and after parking and turning off the landspeeder, he took the paper bag from the passenger seat and got into the canoe-like boat.
He rowed his way across the lake, enjoying the feel of the warm sun at his back, along with the wind to help him along with an effortlessly quick pace. He docked and tied up the boat when he reached the platform and stepped out.
Obi-Wan was about to enter the house when he saw Padmé standing completely still with her back to him, staring out at the field of flowers that held so many memories. He came up behind her, making sure to stand far away enough that he didn't touch her, but so close that there was no way she could ignore his presence.
"I thought you were supposed to be in bed, resting."
"I'm only a few days pregnant, Obi-Wan. My ankles haven't exactly started to swell from exertion at the moment." She replied with a monotone voice.
"Padmé, look at me," he ordered. His tone was still soft but held no room for negotiation.
She sighed loudly and grudgingly turned to face him, their faces only inches apart. "Yes?" Padmé asked all too sweetly.
"I know you're scared about having this baby, a Jedi's baby, and although I may not look like I am, or like to admit that I am, but I am scared, too."
Padmé offered a trace of a half smile, "I thought Jedi never got scared."
"I'm not speaking as a Jedi. I'm speaking as the man whose going to be the father to your baby," Obi-Wan said softly, raising a hand to run a thumb over her jaw. She felt her defences crumble under his touch. He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her close, wrapping the arm that still held the bag around her delicate shoulders. He kissed her on the forehead, nose then mouth, taking his time on the latter.
She pulled back and dropped her head on his chest and let out a deep breath as she linked her arms around his neck.
"Padmé, where are the maids?" He began to knead her neck.
"They went to get more food and supplies. Lillexia said they may only return tomorrow morning."
"Well, I suppose a few extra credits that they might have received from a certain Senator could have something to do with it."
Obi-Wan pulled her head back to stare at her incredulously. "You bribed the maids?" Her sly smile was enough of an answer. He chuckled and leaned her head back forward.
"What's in the bag?"
When he hesitated she looked up at him with curious but wary eyes. He considered showing her but thought better of it – for the time being. "Come with me and close your eyes" was the only answer she got.
"But I won't be able to see where I'm going," she argued.
"Take my hand and I'll lead."
Padmé looked at his outstretched hand for a moment before suspiciously linked her fingers through his and closed her eyes. She felt a gentle tug on her arm and slowly began walking. "Where are you taking me?"
"Where?" she asked more persistently.
"You'll never find out if you don't stop asking me."
She muffled a frustrated growl and continued to follow blindly. After what felt like five minutes to Padmé, she heard the bag being put down and felt her other hand grasped as she was helped to the ground as well. Obi-Wan pulled her to lie down. "You can open your eyes now." When she did, she found he was lying next to her, surrounded in a mass of bright, colorful flowers. "Look up."
Her eyes followed where his hand was pointed and gasped. The sky had barely begun to set, but it was already a pool of pinks and oranges. On the far side a large multitude of meteors that appeared to be tiny specks shot across the sky, leaving a thin trail of red behind. "It's beautiful," she breathed.
"I thought you might think so. Padmé, sometimes natures course isn't what we wanted but things happen nonetheless. Of course, there might be times when it can ruin lives and tear away dreams, but other times it just takes us time to see that Mother Nature knows what we need, when we need it. I don't always like it, but it's not my job to like or dislike it – it's my job to make sure that this child and his or her mother will have everything they need, including a husband and father."
"Husband?" she sat up and Obi-Wan followed suit.
"Padmé, I love you. I despise that it took so long for me to figure it out, and I hate it even more that I can't tell the world, but I'll settle for telling you every morning when you wake up beside me."
"I don't know what to say," she shook her head. Obi-Wan looked at her with pensive eyes. Padmé took a long, deep breath.
"Say you'll marry me."
"I…I wouldn't say no for the world," she whispered. "I'm afraid I love you more than humanly possible."
"You make it sound like a bad thing," he grinned.
"No," she shook her head again and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "It's a very, very good thing." Padmé easily responded to Obi-Wan's mouth covering hers in what started as an innocent peck on the lips but quickly turned into a passionate fury. His hands slipped around her waist as he lowered her into the flora. His thumbs moved in slow, circular patterns over her hips as his lips mimicked the same action at the base of her throat.
Padmé's breathing quickened and she meshed her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up over hers. Their mouths melted together as heat spread from one body to the other, the very tip of Obi-Wan's tongue teasing hers relentlessly. Her grip tightened on his head as frustration seeped into her bones. She pulled back and between ragged breaths managed, "Obi-Wan…if you don't…stop that…I'm going to have to…make you stop."
His speech was less impaired, "Really? How would you do that?"
She showed him.
"Do you know where exactly we are, Padmé?" Obi-Wan asked, absently playing with her curls that were spread across his shoulders, chest and stomach.
She adjusted her head in the crook of his arm to look at him more clearly. "The same place we first made love," she answered softly, almost wistfully.
"You never told me what was in the bag." Padmé reminded.
He reached over with the arm that wasn't currently being used as her pillow and opened it, pulling the objects out. He handed them to her.
"Obi-Wan," she gasped. "When did you-"
"This morning. I wasn't sure whether to get pink or blue so I just got both."
Padmé held the two pairs of tiny silk slippers in her hands as if they were long lost jewels. "Thank you," she whispered and lifted her head to kiss him on the cheek, then settled on his shoulder.
"Your welcome." His eyelids dropped as hers did, but before they both fell into a deep sleep Obi-Wan said, "Padmé?"
"What would you say if I told you I wanted to raise our children here, on Naboo?"
"Oh, was that too presumptuous?"
She chuckled, "Not at all…and I would say I love the idea." She paused. "Obi-Wan?"
"I love you."
He turned his head to kiss her lightly on the lips and whispered on them, "I know."