Here it is, folks, the sequel to My Jedi, My Love. Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're George's except Lara, Katya, Jaden, Jessamyn, and Rina.


Chapter 1

A year and a half after the Battle of Geonosis

The almost finished wedding gown was hanging on the closet door. It was designed in the traditional Naboo wedding dress pattern. The Tatooine seamstress had managed to copy it from her soon-to-be in-laws during her previous visit to the beautiful planet.

The young girl Shmi Skywalker-Lars was making the gown for would be here any minute, probably with her cousin, Senator Padme Amidala-Kenobi, in tow. Of course, Shmi's soon-to-be daughter-in-law was Lara Naberrie. No, she corrected herself. She's Senator Lara Naberrie now.

As Shmi tidied up her small apartment that was off to the side of the Jedi temple on the planet of Coruscant, her mind wandered to the past year and a half when she'd met the young girl who'd stolen her son's heart. Lara was a sweet, lovable, but sometimes silly girl, who obviously made her little Ani happy. Shmi had met the blonde beauty at the wedding ceremony of Padme Amidala and Anakin's Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Since that wedding, both Naberrie cousins had gotten involved in politics. A few weeks after coming back to work after their honeymoon, Padme had been offered a position in the Galactic Senate as the representative for the Jedi Order. As a result, this left her position as Naboo Senator open. She'd suggested Lara run for the Senate seat, which the young girl, barely nineteen, did, and won, much to her astonishment, and the astonishment of her beloved Jedi, Anakin.

Shmi knew Anakin was happy for Lara, as he hoped her work in the Senate would bring about the end of the war sooner. However, her new duties, as well as his commitment to the Order and serving in the Clone War, didn't make maintaining their relationship easy. Yet, a few weeks ago, after Anakin had passed the Jedi trials and was conferred a Jedi Knight, he and Lara were united in a bonding ceremony, what Shmi referred to as an engagement ceremony. The actual Coruscanti wedding ceremony would take place when Anakin came home from the latest mission, this one on Jabiim, extending to Rattatak, where it was suspected that his friend, Obi-Wan, was being held captive by one Sith warrior named Asajj Ventress. She'd gotten a jubilant transmission from her son that Obi-Wan had managed to escape and make contact with him, and that they'd be home in a week or so.

There was a knock at the door, startling Shmi back into the present. She hurried over to answer it to find a young Jedi Padawan escorting Padme and Lara. "Your visitors are here, Madame Skywalker-Lars," Liam said. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No, Liam that will be fine. Thank you." Shmi smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. He smiled sheepishly, bowed and hurried away, allowing the two Senators to come in.

Padme stared after the young boy who ran off back to the temple. He reminded her of a young Anakin and found herself wondering if Ani had been like that at eight.

"I know, Padme," Shmi said with a chuckle. "He reminds me of my little Ani."

"Only he's not so little anymore," the elder senator teased back. "He's marrying my cousin two weeks after he gets back."

"He'll still be my little Ani, even after he becomes a Jedi Master and Lara's husband. Now, let me get the dress out of the closet, and we'll mark the hem." Shmi paused, motioning for Lara to go change in the 'fresher. "I'm sure you must be relieved that your young man is safe from captivity."

Padme sighed. "You have no idea. There were whispers that he'd been killed, but for some reason I didn't believe it. I…" Her voice trailed off.

"You sensed Obi-Wan was still alive," Shmi guessed just as Lara came out of the refresher, dressed in the much-too-long wedding gown.

Padme nodded. Over the past year and a half of her marriage to the now Jedi Master, she'd started becoming Force-sensitive. First, it was little things, like sensing where her husband was on missions and letting herself reach out to him with the Force, and then it was bigger things, like having Jedi reflexes. In her husband's absence, Masters Yoda and Mace Windu had been training her and teaching her how to control it, knowing it was probably the bond that caused her new Force-sensitivity. She shook her head, forcing her mind back into the present as she say Lara climb onto the chair so Shmi could mark the hem.

Lara knew the drill. She'd been fitted for dresses before, especially when she was first elected senator for Naboo. For some reason, the senators always needed an elegant wardrobe. It gave them confidence, she was told. She didn't mind. Every time she put on a gown for a Congress session, she always seemed to want to stand up straighter, and hold her head just a little higher.

This would be her last fitting for her wedding gown. All Shmi needed to do was mark the hem, hem the dress, and then she'd be good to go. All that's left is for Anakin to come home so I can officially marry him in this dress, she thought happily as her soon-to-be mother-in-law pinned and tucked where she wanted the hem to be.

Lara knew that in the eyes of the Jedi Order, she and Anakin were already married, but a small part of her wanted a real wedding ceremony. Anakin agreed, and while they weren't going to be able to go back to Naboo to be married in the lake country where his former master and Lara's cousin were, they would have a beautiful ceremony and wedding feast here on Coruscant. Chancellor Palpatine had offered to throw them a lavish ceremony worthy of a Galactic Senator. They accepted, not wanting to offend the supreme chancellor, and the wedding would take place in two weeks.

"There, all done," Shmi said jubilantly, cutting into Lara's thoughts. "You can go change back into your other clothes and we can all have a cup of tea before you girls go."

"Sounds good." Lara grinned and hurried off to 'fresher to change.

The older woman turned to Padme. "So how does your husband feel about having his former apprentice becoming his cousin by marriage?"

Padme laughed. "He actually predicted it would happen. He told me so the morning after our wedding."


Anakin Skywalker leaned back in the cockpit of his starfighter. His former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was in the starfighter behind him, but he was letting R4-P17 take the controls. There were no Separatist troops, having been driven back by the Republic's Clone Troopers earlier in the battle, and this made it easy for Anakin to escort his former master back to Coruscant.

Obi-Wan had been held captive on the planetary system of Rattatak by the Sith warrior Asajj Ventress for several weeks, being forced to wear a Sith mask that inhibited his use of the Force. Finally he'd been able to free himself and the clone trooper he'd come to know as Commander Cody, and they'd made their escape, contacting Anakin when they were relatively safe.

The older Jedi Master was weary from his captivity, and all that was bearing on his mind was getting home to Padme. Once he reported to the Jedi council, he'd be on leave for a few months, as would Anakin. And that's good, Obi-Wan thought, remembering the upcoming wedding.

The only thing that had kept him going during his captivity was thinking of Padme, how beautiful she was, the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, her sweet kisses, the nights when they made love over and over again. Now, he longed to get home to her, so he could reacquaint himself with her.

"I'm coming home to you, my sweet Padme," his mind called out to her.


Padme hadn't been home from Shmi's very long when she felt the familiar sensation of Obi-Wan's mind calling out to hers. She closed her eyes and concentrated, sensing he had something to say.

"I'm coming home to you, my sweet Padme," she heard his mind call out to her. She smiled, reaching out to him.

"I can't wait," her mind called back. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I have to report to the council, and then I'm all yours, I promise."

She smiled. She could live with that. A moment later, she sent him a soft kiss to his lips, anticipating the moment when she'd be able to kiss him for real.