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"Hey Mace, how are you doing?" he asked the elder Jedi master. The male glared at him from over his shoulder before letting out a huff of air and struggling to dramatically flip to his other side. "I still can't believe you got me pregnant. This shouldn't be possible." the male Jedi huffed with angry annoyance. Anakin gingerly sat down next to the male. He gently pat the other's round stomach, "I still can't believe it either but here we are." he said, hoping to not worsen the other's bad mood. Luckily the physical affection seemed to soften the other. Sighing the master of the order looked down at his extended stomach before replying, "I'm sorry I snapped, I'm just tired and I hurt. Your children are kicking me constantly. And I haven't slept in..." Anakin shook his head calmly, "You're okay, things haven't been easy the last few months, especially for you. You're allowed to be a bit short tempered," he told him, "How about this, you stay here and rest while I go and make starfruit jelly sandwiches. And then I'll bring the twins in and we can curl up together until you fall asleep. How does that sound?" he asked. Mace smiled at him for a moment before saying, "That sounds good." Anakin smiled and leaned in for a kiss. They broke apart after a few seconds. Anakin gave him on last peck before retreating to the ship's kitchen. Mace ran his remaining hand down his belly smiling to himself as his lover busied himself in the dining room prep area, making food for him and their children.