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Category: Drama, Humor, pre-TPM
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just childbirth, you know how it is.
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Feedback: Okay!
Summary: This is a little piece that involves the characters
Katy and Trina created by Astra (satsekhmet@yahoo.com). She has
given permission to post this! :) It's the birth of Trina. You
may want to read her other stories in this series before this.
The first one is called "Friendship."
Legal Things: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan belong to George Lucas. Katy
and Trina belong to Astra. The story is mine but I can't make
any money from it at all.
"Qui-Gon, I don't want to do this any more. I changed my mind."
I lay on the bed in one of the rooms located in the Healer's
section of the temple. I feel strangely out of place, because
usually I'm the Healer walking around the room, and calming the
patient. But for the last fifteen hours I've been the patient.
My fellow Healer and close friend Ap'ryl is checking in every
few minutes, keeping up with contractions and dilation and all
the wonderful things that go along with childbirth.
A Healer is able to take some of the pain away but there is
always great discomfort in birth.
Qui-Gon has just entered the room, dwarfing Ap'ryl as she
scurries out to check on another patient. He and his Padawan,
Obi-Wan, have returned from yet another important political
mediation that had taken place someplace other than the Jedi
Temple. Yet they returned in time for this at least.
He's smiling at me, clear midnight blue eyes practically
sparkling in their intensity. "You'll be fine Katy." His voice
is a balm, sending peace through my body. But that only lasts
until the next contraction.
"No, I'm not going to be fine. What was I thinking?! I'll never
do this again!" I'm gasping as the cramping eases off.
He's kneeling at the side of the bed, his large hand smoothing
the damp hair off my forehead.
"Where is Obi-Wan? I blame him for this too." I'm not serious
of course. The idea to get pregnant was entirely my own. After
much deliberation I chose Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to father the
baby. We spent one night together, nine months ago this day,
and here is the result. We hadn't a clue who the father was. It
could be Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan. Oddly I couldn't feel one way or
the other who's child it was. Normally, being a Jedi Healer, I
would be able to sense who the baby's sire was.
Qui-Gon, ever the Jedi Master, even in the face of childbirth,
gently smiles. "He'll be along. I think he's afraid."
"I don't blame him."
"You must not be afraid, Katy. It's not good for the child." He
presses a kiss to my forehead.
As if on cue Obi-Wan walks in. He's looking pale. He manages a
greeting, then stands in the center of the room looking very
out of place. All my fear leaves me at the sight of him. He
looks so very young to me. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him for
this. But he and Qui-Gon are bonded and I couldn't ask one
without including the other. Besides, I knew it was going to be
worth it. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had no obligation, as far as I
was concerned, to be full-time fathers to this child. I wanted
to be a mother and I needed willing donations to make that
happen. They had been more than willing as I recalled. In fact,
as the next contraction rolls over me I glare at Obi-Wan,
remembering how willing he in particular had been.
By the end of it I'm completely drained and Obi-Wan is red to
the roots of his hair. He must have been reading every thought
I was having. Qui-Gon is radiating amusement.
"Ah... do you need anything Katy? Water... ice?" Obi-Wan asks
hopefully, angling to escape.
"Yes, I need to get this kid out of me!" I instantly burst into
tears. This is so unlike me. But I know it's the emotion of the
situation more than just me. I've watched too many other
mothers give birth not to have expected this.
Ap'ryl returns, checks me out and declares its time to start
pushing. I have never been happier in my life. Finally I can
push.
After another thirty minutes of exhausting effort, Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon have worked out a system. One strokes my hair and sends
encouragement the other calmly counts while I push. And I glare
at Obi-Wan, having found him to be a perfect focal point for my
pain.
Perhaps I'm being unfair. Qui-Gon was there too. I turn my head
on the pillow and take in the serene countenance of the man
I've worshipped since I was a little girl. He's calm, even in
this. He's about to witness the birth of his own child and he's
perfectly Jedi calm. I turn my glare on him, resentful of his
tranquillity.
At last, all the work pays off and I'm laying in shock. Ap'ryl
is sending healing strength into me. I realize I've passed out
from exhaustion. When I open my eyes Qui-Gon is standing over
me with a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft blanket. He's looking
unusually devious and proud.
"Is that her?" I knew it was a girl all along. He nods and
settles the baby on my chest. She's not crying or wiggling like
most infants. Jedi newborns never do. That's how they can be
spotted by the average parent or nursemaid. They just take in
the situation and fall into sleep without a whimper.
This little one hasn't fallen asleep yet, but she's getting
there. Her naturally baby blue eyes blink up at me. She has to
be Obi-Wan's. She has his golden-copper hair and the dimple in
her chin.
"Where is Obi-Wan?" I ask, not able to take my eyes off this
treasure in my arms.
"He went to tell your father." My father, Chancellor Valorum is
out in the sitting room. I can feel his presence close by and
the happiness in him.
A month later I'm sitting in Obi-Wan's and Qui-Gon's quarters.
Our daughter is cooing contentedly in Obi-Wan's arms and he's
cooing right back. It would be comical if I wasn't so filled
with elation myself.
Her eyes have gone from the common newborn blue to the very
same midnight blue of a certain Jedi Master I know. That and
the blood tests just prove what I already suspected. Somehow
both are the father of this child. The force works in
mysterious ways.
"Trina... Trina..." Obi-Wan is gushing over the infant and this
is providing no end of amusement to myself and his Master.
Trina however, is more than happy with it and gurgles right
back. I don't think it is possible to be any happier than this.
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