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As the infant swaddled up in his arms in a soft green blanket peered up at him with a guileless and toothless smile, Sheev glanced over his shoulder at the burning building he was leaving behind but when the baby crooned, his attention returned to look down into green eyes with soft strands of fluffy red hair curling over his forehead.
Obi-Wan, his son.
The woman who had birthed him had intended to give the boy over to the Jedi and hadn’t it been for Sheev discovering the existence of the babe, this young heir would have become a Jedi, the enemy.
Tucking the boy into the crook of his arm, Sheev reached up and ran his free index finger along one of the chubby cheeks, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan cooed in response. “Yes… hello to you too Obi-Wan, I’m your daddy.” Sheev murmured, hearing the crackling of the burning building behind him as the roof fell in, burying the corpse of the woman who had bore Obi-Wan.
The one who had intended to give him away without informing Sheev.
A spike of rage slithered through him at that thought before he put a lid on it lest he upset Obi-Wan.
The baby had nothing to do with the actions of his mother and didn’t deserve any scorn or anger. No not his son.
“Lets go home little one, I’ll be sure to keep Damask away from you.” He assured quietly as he tucked the five month old up against his chest, mentally plotting where to get some milk substitute before Obi-Wan got hungry.
Force, there were so much Obi-Wan needed.
Sheev would need to buy a crib, diapers, toys, travel cot, baby soap, food and so much clothes…
‘A nanny droid might help too on the days I’m busy with work… just so I know he’ll be safe.’ Sheev mused to himself as he boarded his ship and went to the cockpit, reluctant to leave Obi-Wan alone even in the bunk of the ship, needing to have him in arms reach.
Typing in the coordinates to Naboo, Sheev pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “We’re going home my child.”
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Obi-Wan Palpatine grew up with a loving if a bit distant at times father though as a young child, his father would often take him aside for private tutoring, teaching him how to meditate and control the Force.
He especially taught Obi-Wan how to hide his Force abilities from Jedi should they come to Naboo.
It wasn’t until he became a teenager that Obi-Wan understood why.
His father was a Sith Lord, along with his associate Hego Damask who was in all actuality his fathers master.
Not in the slavery kind of way but as a teacher.
Still…
Obi-Wan resented the fact that his father had to call the man master because he could tell Damask took a wicked sense of delight that made it clear to Obi-Wan that he considered it the former way. He was sure that his father also knew it but Obi-Wan had always been severely emphatic, able to connect and bond with animals and people both.
Slowly healing another saber burn on his father’s thigh with the Force, Obi-Wan tried to keep calm and focused so he could seal it properly and his father wouldn’t suffer nor that there would be a scar left behind.
Long pale fingers cupped his chin and raised his head, green eyes flecked with yellow that faded and appeared as they meet pale blue ones. “Calm yourself Obi-Wan. This is just a temporary delight for him, eventually… it will be I who claims the title.” Sheev assured quietly.
Pursing his lips a bit, Obi-Wan nodded and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to leave only green behind.
He trusted his father knew what he was doing. But that didn’t mean he had to like the fact that he got injured by a nerf herding muun that belonged in a trash compactor.
Above his sons head, Sheev smirked slightly to himself in amusement at Obi-Wan’s projected thought before slowly stroking his hair with affection as the fifteen year old continued healing him. ‘My brave, powerful boy.’