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Dating, Not Dying >> Swimming Teacher!Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

"Obi? My old -,"

You nod, swerving the car around a motorbike running a red light through an intersection. "He's your godfather, right? Tell him to come to your house, okay?"

Moments later the car pulls into the drive, and Luke tosses you back your phone, "He's on the phone, ______. Mummy's in the bedroom - come on!"

The door is open, and rushing in, you hear Obi in your ear, "I'm on my way, ______. Is Pads okay?"  You shudder. You'd never expected the morning to be like this – you would never wish it on your best friend, or your godchildren to have a horrific morning. You rush, feel fast but it feels slow, and breaching the bedroom, you gasp. Padmé is limp, her pretty curls arranged by sleep in a mess, head lolled oddly to the side. "Obi, I think she's alive. Luke, get the house phone, call an ambulance. Leia, clear a path to the front door, please."

The twins nod, and run off to their jobs. "______ -," Obi starts.

"I've got to call work in sick," you tell him. "I'm going to hang up, call Ani. We need everyone here, Obi." Your voice quivers through the instructions, and opening the blinds over Padmé's bed, you shudder.

"It's going to be okay, _______." Obi reassures you.

You nod, and leaning over the bed, you push Padmé's hair from of her face. The face of your closest friend, the one you've practically known since the both of you were in nappies and drank juice boxes – you'd never really thought of the great Padmé Amidala to have something so simple – mortality.

At this, you take a deep breath, and hang up the phone. "I hope so, Obi."

Luke runs in, and hands you the phone, "I've got the ambulance on the phone, Aunty ______. They want to know things, and I've told them what Leia and me know what happened to Mummy when we found her." You nod, and tell him to sit at the end of the bed with the phone until they come. "Is Mummy going to be okay?"

You blink, and just as you're about to answer, Leia runs in. She's not dressed for school; she's in striped rainbow socks and a jean jacket she must have borrowed from her friend Han. "_______ can't promise anything, Luke, but we're a family," she hugs her brother, too tight. You can tell the twins are afraid. "We're going to get through it, I know it."

You nod. "I've got to make a call to my work, okay, kiddos? Stay on the phone with the ambulance -," there's another noise of gravel, and peeking out the window, you add, "Obi Wan's here, don't worry."

Leia frowns. "Why did you call Obi Wan?"

"I think they had dinner and more," Luke whispers.

Twenty one hours later

You're all around the hospital bed. It's a little cramped, but the nurses and kind hospital staff managed to add extra fold-up chairs to the side of her private bed. But you and Obi Wan are holding hands, and Luke and Leia are sharing their father's lap, and all five of you are watching the bed nervously.

"Would you all quit staring at me?" Padmé frowns. "The doctor said it was just a concussion, I'm fine."

Anakin sets his jaw. "Now you're fine, but what about tomorrow? I'm your husband, I'm allowed to worry about my beautiful wife," he sighs.

"Will you be fine?" Luke sniffs.

Padmé nods. "I'm sorry I gave you all a scare...but it seems your Godmother and Godfather have something to explain, don't you think?" Padmé asks her twins. Anakin nods in agreement, and suddenly, the Amidala-Skywalker family's eyes are all on you and Obi.

You slip your hand from his hold self-consciously. "Well – we're kind of -,"

"You're a 'we'?" Anakin pushes.

Obi nods. "Yeah, um, it started about six months ago -,"

Padmé's eyes widen. "Six months?" she cries, the heart rate monitor she's hooked up to creating a rhythm for a sick bass drop if there was a DJ in the room.

You and Obi Wan turn to each other, and together, you slip your fingers in between his. "We've been dating for six months since the end of the twins swimming lessons," you and Obi chime, cautious not to make the family before you angered by the reservations of telling them.

"Do you love Obi?" Luke asks.

"What in the name of the stars?" Anakin mutters.

"Oh my goodness," Padmé blushes.

"Are you going to marry Aunty ______?" Leia beams.

You and Obi laugh. "I love Obi. Lots and lots."

Your boyfriend Obi Wan reaches over to Leia, and places her on his lap. "One day, sweet youngling. We're going to move in together next month, first, though. You've got to start somewhere, you know."

Padmé shakes her head in incredulity. "I can't believe it! ______ _______, and Obi Wan Kenobi, dating! In love! Moving in! When did I miss this?" She grins. "I don't care about missing out on all the little things, oh my goodness!" she beams. "Dating!"

You nod, and turn to Anakin. "And make sure your beautiful, powerful, amazing, great wife isn't dying any time soon, okay?"

The tradesman nods. "Sure thing. Dating, not dying."