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Obi-Wan grinned down at Luke where he lay in his arms. He bent down and rubbed his face across his tiny belly, delighting in the sparks of joy that filled the force as his beard tickled across sensitive skin. Leia burbled from her nest on the couch, reaching out into the force with want. Obi-Wan laughed and crossed over to her, bending down and kissing her too.
‘Don’t worry, little one,’ he promised, ‘I’m here.’
For a long time, he’d thought this was impossible, but his Padawan had proven him wrong in so many ways. He couldn’t have been happier.