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Obi-Wan might have a problem.
Said problem probably occurred three months ago. Obi-Wan and his master had just gotten back from a long term mission in Mandalorian space. And Obi-Wan might have forgotten his birth control implant was due to be changed out on just before his eighteenth lifeday. Okay well he knew that was coming up but when they had started out on that mission it was still months away and well…
Look, it was a long mission.
And then Quinlan absconded with him at the night game back and there was alcohol involved and not much protection.
Anyway Obi-Wan might be pregnant.
Kriff.
The first thing Obi-Wan should probably do is tell Quinlan about their mishap. The other padawan was due back from a mission later that day, Obi-Wan should probably message him.
Obi-Wan to Quinlan: Hey when you come back to the temple we should go to the room of a thousand fountains.
Quinlan to Obi-Wan : …ominous there obes. Will do.
“What’s on your mind gorgeous?” Quinlan found Obi-Wan under a favored tree. Quinlan was attractive with his dark dreadlocks and almost golden skin contrasting each other.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath ignoring his nerves, “Remember when I got back from Mandalorian space?”
Quinlan gives him a salacious grin, “That was a fun night, we should recreate it.”
Obi-Wan scowled, “Maybe not, seeing as that’s the cause of my problems.”
Quinlan looked at Obi-Wan wide eyed and shocked, “Your problems? Was the sex that bad, wait no don’t answer that, it can’t be that you would have complained earlier,” Quinlan rushed through his thoughts and then put a finger on his chin thinking, then before Obi-Wan could respond Quinlan looks back up eyes filled with sadness, “Do you want to stop messing around?”
“No no, it was all good it’s just my implant had stopped working then, and well,” Obi-Wan looked down at his stomach and then up at Quinlan through his lashes, “Imightbepregnant.”
Quinlan promptly fell over.
“Quin? Are you okay,” Obi-Wan poked at the kiffars shoulder.
Quinlan was still laughing. Although laughter was being generous it was more like he was wheezing, “You’re joking right Obes? That’s hysterical, you can’t get pregnant you’re-“ Quinlans face paled and he straightened up.
“You aren’t joking are you?” Quinlan said.
Obi-Wan shook his head and pulled in of Quinlans hands to his clothes stomach, “You can feel them if you focus on the living force.”
Quinlan had a look of such amazement on his face “That’s amazing.”
“Yeah but Quinlan, What are we going to do!?” Obi-Wan says.
“You tell your masters first you oblivious dumbasses,” Bant and Siri Tachi drop down from the trees above them, scaring shrieks of starlement out of the two boys.
It took nearly a month for Obi-Wan and Quinlan to get their courage to tell Qui-Gon and Tholme about their little problem.
“So erm you see between the extended mission in Mandalore and the ill gotten drinks we might have um forgotten protection and-“
“Stop kriffing dancing around it, Obes, and just tell them you're pregnant!” Quinlan bursts out.
Master Tholme lifts an eyebrow as Master Qui-Gon is bent double laughing at them. They weren’t lecturing them on proper Jedi non-attachment etiquette, or casting them out of the order, or repudiation. No, they were laughing at them.
“Yeah that- I might be pregnant.” Obi-Wan says.
Qui-Gon is laughing so hard his face is red. He draws in a breath, “I’m sorry- please- hic-excuse my outbursts.” He heads out of the room with Tholme on his heels.
Obi-Wan wasn’t expecting that. Perhaps he should have paid more attention during the sexual safety lecture Qui-Gon, in his defense Qui-Gon wasn’t being very inclusive and well… Obi-Wan's mind had been wondering since the man had mentioned pleasurable positions with others and Obi-Wan was a hormone filled teenager with better things to think about than this safety lecture his master was giving him.
Obi-Wan looked to Quinla who was also just as lost as Obi-Wan,“Is that a good sign?”
“Why would that be a good sign?” Quinlan sounds a bit stressed.
“They aren’t yelling at us.” Obi-Wan points out.
They continue arguing for a few more minutes and then Master Qui-Gon, Tholme and Healer Vokara Che come back into the room.
Qui-Gon's face is red from laughter as he motions to the padawans to tell Healer Vokara Che what they had just told him.
“I...er… I might be a bit pregnant,” Obi-Wan says. Tholm throws Qui-Gon a dirty look.
“Kriffing dumbass padawans,” Master Tholme mutters, “Making me lose karking credits.”
Healer Vokara Che flashes a smile that is more of a grimace than Obi-Wan, “You have a few options Padawan Kenobi, no matter how far along you are.”
Anyway that's how at just eighteen Obi-Wan brought little Cal Kristis into the world.
“He’s beautiful Obes,” Quinlan says from beside the bed. He had been there through the whole delivery.
Obi-Wan smiled down at the boy's fine red hair, that’s soft to the touch. Obi-Wan knew that Quinlans facial markings, qukuuf, as he has been told they were called, were tattoos, not organic markings. He was still shocked when Cal came into the world unmarked by his Kiffar heritage, he was practically a clone of Obi-Wan. Stewjoni didn’t mark their bodies in permanent ways like the Kiffar people did, so they had decided to leave the decision of whichever culture Cal wanted to honor up to him. It saddened Obi-Wan that there were no physical traces that linked Cal to Quinlan, but still he was each of Their sons, “It’s kind of magnificent, but I am never doing that again.”
Quinlan snorts, “If you weren’t so determined to finish your padawanship and get back to field work- he is so tiny.” Quinlan says touching the tip of the boy's nose. Obi-Wan watches with fascination as Quinlan doesn’t normally touch those he doesn’t know bare-skinned.
“What's that like?”
Quinlan shrugs, “He’s a baby he’s just been born, that was a bit traumatic but he won't remember it when he wakes up. If he was away it might create a feedback loop. He’s mostly just happy to be close to your heart beat.”
“We can do this, give him to the creche right?”
“Of course, it's not like pregnant Padawans are a new thing to the order, how do you think Yaddle happened.”
Obi-Wan snorted that those holos were rightfully hidden in Yoda's private data. Yaddle's other parent was a mystery, but they had sliced into Yoda's personal files on a dare and found progression holos of Yoda as a padawan with a growing bump in his middle to Yoda holding the wrinkled newborn Yaddle with an unmistakable padawan braid. The images were actually very sweet but thinking of how they came to be about were unfortunate thoughts that were forever seared into Obi-Wan and Quinlan minds.