Me again. I was trolling through your archive and found ageflip and I was just wondering if you would write more? Has Anakin Fallen so far? Also your writing is sooooo good. It amazes me how many story lines you have!!!
Humming quietly as he rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, Anakin rested his cheek against the downy little hair as he rubbed the babe’s back as the little one sobbed softly into his shoulder. “Shhh, I know baby boy, I know… your tummy hurts and its all my fault for giving you the milk.” He murmured quietly.
Opening his yellow eyes again, he pulled back enough to look at the redhead in his arms as Obi-Wan continued to quietly hiccup and sob. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were allergic to the milk substitute baby or I wouldn’t have feed you it with Luke and Leia.” He tucked his deaged little padawan back against his shoulder, letting him sob himself tired as there was nothing he could do.
The medic told him that Obi-Wan’s body had to work through most of the milk chemicals before they could give him a small hypospray that would prevent the hives and rashes that would follow but that Obi-Wan would still have diarrhea and vomiting for a few days.
But now Anakin knew better, knew that Obi-Wan required a special formula compared to the twins or else he would be in sever stomach pains. “You always were special weren’t you Obi?” He chuckled softly before soothing at him through the Force. “Oh baby boy, sweet one.” He hummed, rubbing his back and tucking his stomach against Anakin’s shoulder to keep it warm even as Obi-Wan spit up some onto the rag Anakin had settled onto his shoulder in the beginning of all of this.
He had acted too hasty that day on Mustafar, the grasp of the dark and his rage taking control from him.
In his rage at both Obi-Wan and Padme he had injured both of them.
Padme had paid with her life during birth, giving him Luke and Leia and Obi-Wan…
Obi-Wan had gone into a seizure, his adolescent body scorched with lighting and his throat raw from being Force choked but Anakin had saved him thanks to his master.
By deaging the boy to his infant stages. Technically speaking he was about a month older then the twins but Anakin had named them triplets for simplicity sake.
After all, they were all Anakin’s now.
And he would raise all three.
Standing slowly, Anakin started to rumble as he paced the nursery with Leia and Luke sleeping peacefully under the mobile of star ships and planets that orbited their cribs, cuddling their stuffed taun-tauns.
“Do I need to take you with me to my meeting?” Anakin questioned softly as Obi-Wan’s little hiccuping sobs continued, sighing softly. “I think I do. But that’s alright baby boy. You’re more important to me then any meeting.” He headed over to a closet and pulled out the baby bag, settling it on his free shoulder with its diapers and other baby items.
Then he set off out, handing the reins of Luke and Leia over to the nannies for now as he took Obi-Wan with him.
It wasn’t easy to both be a Lord of an Empire and a father to three.