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Obi-Wan fiddled with his keys outside his front door as he listened to his children’s echoing laughter. A small smile flitted his face as he let the stress of today flow out of him and unlocked the door.
He was immediately greeted with screams of, “daddy!” and two six-year-olds bounding towards him to jump into his arms. He pushed his shoulder bag back just in time to catch them both in his arms. They giggled and his gave a chuckle of his own.
“Did you guys have fun today?” Luke and Leia pouted when he began putting them down, but with the chance to talk about their day, their disdain was quickly casted away.
“ So much fun!,” Leia squealed, “Ani let me braid his hair!” Her eyes sparkled and she jittered with excitement.”
“And,” added Luke, “he helped me make paper airplanes!” Obi-Wan chuckled and looked around the living room to see several crumpled paper airplanes on the floor.
“I know, I know,” Obi-Wan looked towards the kitchen at the voice and felt his breath hitch. Anakin was wearing a black t-shirt- some sort of band shirt, he presumed and a pair of fitted ripped jeans. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but acknowledge the boys handsomeness, a common problem as of lately. “I planned on cleaning it before you came home, but these two just had to show me their piloting skills.”
“Oh, blame the children do you?” Anakin shook his head and gave him a small smile.
“Hey, you guys wanna help me set the table?” Luke and Leia nodded at Anakin and ran to the kitchen. He yelled that he’d be there in a minute and focused his attention back on Obi-Wan “I made dinner, I figured you didn’t eat at work. Speaking of which, how was work.” While he spoke Anakin made his way towards Obi-Wan and helped him shrug off his coat. This had been their routine for about 6 months now and neither of them could complain.
“Thank you. As always, your assumptions are correct.” He gave a sigh and scrubbed his hands over his forehead and into his hair. “Work was fine just stressful. I’ve been trying to get my topic permitted by the head of research, but Windu isn’t having it.”
Anakin frowned and fixed Obi-Wan’s hair that he just messed up.
“That sucks. But, hey,” he removed his hand and gave a smile, “I made spaghetti and there is a cup of tea with your name on it in the kitchen, okay?”
Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. He appreciated this man so much. Anakin had started working for him about a year before and since then his life was almost a breeze. The kids loved him and he loved them. He cooked and cleaned without even being asked and his was a nice companion.
Maybe too nice, Obi-Wan thought. He shook his head and pushed those thoughts in the farthest part of his mind. He knew how he felt about the baby sitter, but now was not the time to delve into that mess. So, he made his way into the kitchen and helped Anakin set the table.
By them time dinner was done it was about eight in the evening and Obi-Wan felt comfortably full and absolutely exhausted. They had all gathered on the couch to watch some cartoons with the kids. He could hear their quiet giggles and Anakin’s whispered commentary and combined with his lax state, he dozed off.
He doesn’t know how long he was out, but he awoke to a gentle hand on his shoulder. Anakin.
“Hey, I put the kids to sleep. They had their baths earlier and don’t worry they brushed their teeth, I even watched them.”
Obi-Wan nodded dazedly and smiled. “Thank you, Anakin. Seriously, you’ve been such a huge help. I couldn’t do any of this without you.”
They young man chuckled and shook his head. “You are a strong independent man, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you don’t need me.”
“But, I want you.” Obi-Wan froze at his wording and stared in horror at Anakin. “Like, I w-want your help Luke and Leia and stuff.” His voice came out rushed and he gave an awkward laugh.
Anakin gave a laugh of his own. “Thank you. Now, I do have to go. You should go to bed. In your bed .” He gave a pointed stare at Obi-Wan. The older man shook his head.
“Thank you, again. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
The boy smiled. “Dude, you pay me and let me eat your food, AND let me hang out with your awesome kids.” His gaze softened and seemed a little more serious. “I should be the one thanking you. Now, good night, Obi-Wan.”
“Good night, Anakin.”
Anakin POV
When he closed the door behind him he let out a breath. Obi-Wan was something else entirely. Anakin had been battling his crush for sometime now and spending most of the evening with the man made his chest flutter. He loved the little Kenbi family with his whole heart.
He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Padmé to let her know he was on his way home as he walked down the stairs of the apartment complex.
The baby sitter went over his schedule for tomorrow as he walked home. He had to work at the shop tomorrow morning at five a.m, but after that he was all Obi-Wan’s. He usually goes to the man’s house at around seven a.m and he’s there until sometimes nine in the evening. He doesn’t mind spending most of his time with the Kenobi family. In fact, he loves it.
Luke and Leia were so bright and had so much energy. They were a breath of fresh air. Their father was the same. Obi-Wan was an intelligent man who worked too hard in Anakin’s opinion. Over their year together, the two men had grown pretty close.
Anakin wasn’t even surprised he had fallen for the man. He was one of the most beautiful people Anakin had ever met in his life. With his auburn hair and neatly groomed beard, not to mention his strong stature and even stronger intellect, he seemed to have come straight out of Anakin’s wet dreams. Even the dad thing did it for him. Watching Obi-Wan dote on his kids and be a wonderful father made him like him even more.
Lost in thoughts of his employer, he made his way home like no time had passed. He made his way into his apartment and dropped his coat and bag off by the door.
“Hey, step-daddy.” Anakin grimaced as Padmé laughed. “Still no luck?”
He sighed. “I am not trying to court him, Padmé.” She gave him and unimpressed look. “Okay, so, maybe there is a bit of courtship happening, but he’s a single dad. He doesn’t need to take care of another person.” Although, Anakin absolutely loved the idea of Obi-Wan taking care of him while they took care of the kids together. He shook his head of those thoughts and threw himself onto the couch next to Padmé.
“Here’s what I think,” she began, “you are an idiot.” He guffawed and gave her shoulder a gentle slap. “I’m just saying, the kids love you and you two are both horny for each other. You might as well make a move.”
Anakin shrugged and gave a hefty sigh. “I am too tired for this conversation. Now, if you’re done playing match maker I need to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, so you can be there early enough to make him breakfast.” Her knowing tone made him role his eyes. So, what? He liked cooking for him and the kids. There’s nothing wrong with that.
“Good night.” He drawled and went to his room, ignoring his roommate’s meddling.