Author: CaraJinn Era: JA era and even before Genre: Humor Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary: From his earliest days Obi-Wan Kenobi could be overwhelmed by 'bad feelings' and more often than not he was right in his assumptions. Author's notes: A couple of ideas of small oneshots in the 'Bad Feelings' department began to pop up and I decided to collect them under a common title. ........ Chapter 1: The Beginning The red headed woman in the bed looked at the tiny child at her side. The birth had been a tough one and she was tired way into the marrow of her bones, yet she was almost bursting with happiness. The little bundle was so cute. He had huge blue eyes, which sometimes seemed to change into a green colour - when he cared to open them. Somehow they seemed too wise for such a little one and every now and then she could see the newborn's curiosity of this new and possibly frightening world in his eyes. His complexion was light now that the discolouration from the birth had vanished and a red tuft of hair resided on the top of his head. He was gorgeous! She might be a bit biased since he was her son, her first and probably only child, but she was absolutely certain that he was the most beautiful child that was ever born on Stewjon. Especially when he was asleep as he'd been most of the time since the birth. She looked forward to the future. No, to their future. In a few years he would be full of life and laughter and the sound of running feet would be heard in the staircases of the old mansion. It would be so…good. "I promise, little man, I will take good care of you until you're able to care for yourself," she whispered. "I want you to be so happy, and even if you don't get any siblings you will never be lonely. I'm sure you will make a lot of friends in the village when you get old enough." With a small sigh she leaned back into the down pillows behind her head. Before she could make him happy she had to recover. She hadn't expected this birthing thing to be so hard. Really. But now every bone in her body seemed to ache, in addition to other parts of her body that she most certainly wasn't going to mention to anyone. She would rest and recover and then their life together would begin - for real. A small whimper could be heard from the bundle at her side and (feeling slightly ashamed that she actually hadn't looked at him for several minutes) she turned her glance towards him again. His eyes were open and the heavenly blue colour had dimmed a bit, changing to a more greyish nuance and it was as his entire little person was expressing one single thought: "I've got a bad feeling about this."