lil obi at qui; "Happy Father's Day, dad."
HOW MANY DAYS, WEEKS, MONTHS had it been since Obi-Wan had come under his care? How many arguments had there been? How many smiles had been exchanged? How many times had he encouraged Obi-Wan? How many times had Obi-Wan encouraged him? How many classes had they attended in total? When had Obi-Wan started calling him dad, and when had Qui-Gon fully accepted him to be his son?
For the moment, he didn’t care. Obi-Wan had brought a joy, a LIFE back into his home that had been lost the moment he was forced to observe Xanatos’s retreating silouhette. It was as if suddenly, he remembered how to smile, how to love, how to be HIMSELF again.
And all that spurred so much thought stemmed from the young boy’s earnest chirp of HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD.
Bringing his towering form down on one knee, he put his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders and SQUEEZED gently, smiling broadly. “Thank you, son. Thank you.” He promptly pulled the other into his arms, his smile unrelenting. No doubt his thank you was much DEEPER than in acknowledgement of a holiday formality: it was all his heart, all of his GRATITUDE toward EVERYTHING his son had given him as a gift, including his mere presence in their home.
