#bashkenobi

in depth headcanon prompts.

nineteen days. the longest she had gone without seeing her husband since they were sixteen. since before they were dating. since before they even met. he called first, naturally, and she answered because she didn’t know what else to do. franesca was confrontational but never held grudges. she could never stay mad for long. their lives were so finely intertwined that one walking out on the other was something that neither knew how to cope with. or at least, that’s what she hoped for. 

this lunch would answer a lot of questions that she had. one of which was simply where does this leave us? thinking back, she really didn’t mean the things she said. the threat of leaving him and all that that symbolically entails. francesca sits, fingers locked together over her tiny, tiny, tiny reminder of a belly, glancing at her phone for any sign of communication. 

“did you want to order something?”

he’s confused when sebastian slaps his across the face, for no reason he can think of. his hand comes to sit on his cheek, where he can feel the slightest tinge of pink underneath “even for—what did you just say?” the slap is forgotten, as was the greaten, as he greedily dives for the letter, internally screaming when he reads the letter head. “uncle bash—this—this is too much—you didn’t get me—uncle bash" he’s spluttering, embarrassed and excited melding together. his resists the urge to hug his uncle but it gets the better of him as he tackles the other, arms aiming for his waist and pulling him into a hug "you dont know how much this means to me. thank you, thank you, thank you”

francesca sets out to start her day at five am; a huddled form of herself as she waddles across the campus to the staff kitchens where a cake for her husband waited for her. she fumbles about with the lighter and carefully places it on the tier she had bought with it.

a longing tradition from his childhood, francesca liked the idea of greeting someone before their day starts. waking up to the reminder that someone remembered your birthday was perhaps the best present she could think of. her eyes are still blurry with sleep as she waddles back to their dorm (when will they find a house, honestly) and she uses her shoulders to open the door. one hand holds up the cake, the other creates a barrier so the wind can't blow out the candles before they reach him.

"Science bros are not a thing, Nico. I am not letting you—or Caleb for that matter—anywhere near my lab or office” He’s firm with his decision, his face attempting it’s best at appearing serious. It takes a full moment until he’s fallen into the students trick, “It sucks. I was having coffee this morning and I actually had to get up to get sugar. How do you kids survive without The Force? I’m going crazy”