Author: Cerulean Blue Rating: PG Category: Humor/Foreshadowing of Episode III----Had to take a break from the relentless smut writing. Disclaimer: I dont own da cuddly wuddly Lukey baby Uncle Georgie or da cuddly wuddly General... Summary: Obi-Wan gets more than he bargained for when he agrees to take baby Skywalker to his Aunt and Uncle's on Tatooine Baby Blues ------------------- Padmé Amidala flew around the nursery gathering all the supplies any well-prepared surrogate mother would need for a six-month old bundle of Force-sensitive joy. Of course, that was providing for the fact that the surrogate in question wasn't a six-foot Jedi who'd been a General in the Clone Wars, happily bonded, and had no experience with children. "Well, Master Kenobi, Luke likes it when you sing to him. He likes 'Hush little Baby' and 'Joy to the World' by Three Dog Night..." Obi-Wan's eyebrow quirked up. He was NOT singing to this kid, he didn't care if he brought balance to the Force or not. "Ok, ok..." Luke had decided to use his hair as a chew toy and suddenly gave the ends a sharp yank. "SITHSPIT! DAMN HEATHEN CHILD!" Padmé laughed more in that moment than she had in years. Luke's wide blue eyes were staring up at Obi-Wan in amazement, as if he already knew the plans the Force had for him. Obi-Wan took his newly-acquired baby supplies and Luke out to the ship. Padmé waved from the window, using baby Leia's tiny hand to wave goodbye to the boy who was so much like his father. The sadness returned in her deep brown eyes, knowing that the man she'd loved was irrevocably turned to the Darkside. ---------------------------------- Obi-Wan was having a wonderful dream involving his bondmate Cerie, whipped cream, and lots of licking when he was rudely awakened by a piercing cry. Luke screamed and screamed, his tiny fists clenching the blanket. Obi-Wan tried to appease the child, suddenly remembering why he'd told Cerie no children. "Hewwoo, Wukey wuke. Wanna chew on my hairy wairy? Hmmm?" Luke continued to scream, louder than ever. Obi-Wan covered his ears and decided to take a different tack. "Scream, you will not. Sleep, you must. Much traveling to be done youngling." Obi-Wan slipped easily into the Yoda impersonation, having spent many afternoons before he discovered women impersonating the tiny Master. Luke's eyes widened and he contentedly sucked his thumb and toyed with the stone that Obi-Wan wore on a bit of leather around his neck. It had been a gift from his own Master, Qui-Gon, many years before and he had recently begun to wear it again, having discarded it when it wasn't "cool" to be friends with your Master anymore. "Ya know, you're sorta cute like this. I could almost have one of you brats. Of course, with my luck you'd end up with a temper like a Wookiee." Obi-Wan laid the tiny baby down and watched him for a few moments, hardly believing that this child was their only hope to bring the Force back into balance. --------------------- Loved it, hated it? Let me know. chickadee1013@hotmail.com "Begun, this Clone War has."--Yoda, "Attack of the Clones"