Rating: PG

Category: Humor/Foreshadowing of Episode III----Had to take a break from the
relentless smut writing.

Disclaimer: I dont own da cuddly wuddly Lukey baby Uncle Georgie or da
cuddly wuddly General...

Summary: Obi-Wan gets more than he bargained for when he agrees to take baby
Skywalker to his Aunt and Uncle's on Tatooine

Baby Blues
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Padmé Amidala flew around the nursery gathering all the supplies any
well-prepared surrogate mother would need for a six-month old bundle of
Force-sensitive joy. Of course, that was providing for the fact that the
surrogate in question wasn't a six-foot Jedi who'd been a General in the
Clone Wars, happily bonded, and had no experience with children.

"Well, Master Kenobi, Luke likes it when you sing to him. He likes 'Hush
little Baby' and 'Joy to the World' by Three Dog Night..." Obi-Wan's
eyebrow quirked up. He was NOT singing to this kid, he didn't care if he
brought balance to the Force or not.

"Ok, ok..." Luke had decided to use his hair as a chew toy and suddenly
gave the ends a sharp yank. "SITHSPIT! DAMN HEATHEN CHILD!" Padmé laughed
more in that moment than she had in years. Luke's wide blue eyes were
staring up at Obi-Wan in amazement, as if he already knew the plans the
Force had for him.

Obi-Wan took his newly-acquired baby supplies and Luke out to the ship.
Padmé waved from the window, using baby Leia's tiny hand to wave goodbye to
the boy who was so much like his father. The sadness returned in her deep
brown eyes, knowing that the man she'd loved was irrevocably turned to the
Darkside.
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Obi-Wan was having a wonderful dream involving his bondmate Cerie, whipped
cream, and lots of licking when he was rudely awakened by a piercing cry.

Luke screamed and screamed, his tiny fists clenching the blanket. Obi-Wan
tried to appease the child, suddenly remembering why he'd told Cerie no
children.

"Hewwoo, Wukey wuke. Wanna chew on my hairy wairy? Hmmm?" Luke continued
to scream, louder than ever. Obi-Wan covered his ears and decided to take a
different tack.

"Scream, you will not. Sleep, you must. Much traveling to be done
youngling." Obi-Wan slipped easily into the Yoda impersonation, having
spent many afternoons before he discovered women impersonating the tiny
Master. Luke's eyes widened and he contentedly sucked his thumb and toyed
with the stone that Obi-Wan wore on a bit of leather around his neck. It
had been a gift from his own Master, Qui-Gon, many years before and he had
recently begun to wear it again, having discarded it when it wasn't "cool"
to be friends with your Master anymore.

"Ya know, you're sorta cute like this. I could almost have one of you
brats. Of course, with my luck you'd end up with a temper like a Wookiee."
Obi-Wan laid the tiny baby down and watched him for a few moments, hardly
believing that this child was their only hope to bring the Force back into
balance.
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