I can't put this day back
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fragmentsofthegalaxyThere was... something, in the Force, that led Siri to going to the healers. To a healer outside of the Temple. She’d been feeling strangely unwell as of late; tiring too easily, dizzier than she had any right to be. Kriff, she’d lost her footing on the most recent mission with Obi-Wan.
And there had been no reason for it.
So when the Force told her to see a healer... she listened. Why she didn’t choose to see the Temple healers... THAT she didn’t know. She chose a healer halfway across the planet, far enough from the Temple that, were she blessed by the Force, no one would discover that she’d gone.
Jedi didn’t get ill very often, but it wasn’t unheard of. She was certain that, whatever it was, she would be over it in no time at all.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
The diagnosis took Siri’s breath away.
“That’s impossible!” Her denial was sharp, even as she stared at the healer with wide blue eyes. No. Nononono. This couldn’t... This wasn’t... FORCE, she couldn’t breathe.
“It’s not,” the healer told her, her voice gentle. “You’re pregnant. The tests confirm it. Without a doubt.”
Panic tightened her chest, and she closed her eyes, struggling for control. Kriff, she’d only... THEY’D only... The only person she’d taken to her bed was Obi-Wan, the memory of that one night so recently spent in his embrace still sharp, its marks still lingering faintly on her skin.
She was...
He was...
They were...
She was with child.
Force, she was with child. Obi-Wan’s child.
Somehow she managed to leave the healers without incident after being handed more information than she knew what to do with right now, making her way back to the Temple; although the journey passed in a fog. More surprisingly, she managed to hide her upset until she was back in her rooms.
It took her a very long time, but she finally managed to call Obi-Wan, asking him to come to her rooms. She had something she needed to tell him.
And there had been no reason for it.
So when the Force told her to see a healer... she listened. Why she didn’t choose to see the Temple healers... THAT she didn’t know. She chose a healer halfway across the planet, far enough from the Temple that, were she blessed by the Force, no one would discover that she’d gone.
Jedi didn’t get ill very often, but it wasn’t unheard of. She was certain that, whatever it was, she would be over it in no time at all.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
The diagnosis took Siri’s breath away.
“That’s impossible!” Her denial was sharp, even as she stared at the healer with wide blue eyes. No. Nononono. This couldn’t... This wasn’t... FORCE, she couldn’t breathe.
“It’s not,” the healer told her, her voice gentle. “You’re pregnant. The tests confirm it. Without a doubt.”
Panic tightened her chest, and she closed her eyes, struggling for control. Kriff, she’d only... THEY’D only... The only person she’d taken to her bed was Obi-Wan, the memory of that one night so recently spent in his embrace still sharp, its marks still lingering faintly on her skin.
She was...
He was...
They were...
She was with child.
Force, she was with child. Obi-Wan’s child.
Somehow she managed to leave the healers without incident after being handed more information than she knew what to do with right now, making her way back to the Temple; although the journey passed in a fog. More surprisingly, she managed to hide her upset until she was back in her rooms.
It took her a very long time, but she finally managed to call Obi-Wan, asking him to come to her rooms. She had something she needed to tell him.