Smash ball
Summary: the Sywalkers return home after a nice, quiet evening to discover their son a 7-year old Ben was up to quite the opposite.
It was late; the couple opened the door to their apartment hand-in-hand.
"What the..?" exclaimed Mara. The apartment was a mess. The sofa had been slanted away from the wall, pillows and toys lay scattered across the floor. "Ben Skywalker!!"
A redheaded, blue eyed, seven year old appeared around the corner and looked at his parents. "Hi," he eyed the mess, "uh..."
"Ben," Luke questioned, "We thought you were going to have a nice, quiet evening with Nana."
"It started out quiet."
"And...?" Mara prodded, pushing the sofa back into its proper position.
"And then we decided to play some smashball!"
"Well where is Nana?" asked Luke looking around for the protector droid.
"I flipped her switch!" pronounced Ben proudly.
"Well. Mister, I think you should start cleaning. It looks like a rancor came through here!"
Ben swallowed and began picking up his toys. Luke and Mara progressed on looking for the protector droid. They found her in Ben's room. Before turning her back on again, the Skywalkers sat down on Ben's bed.
"He's too much like you." said Mara laying her head on Luke's shoulder,
"Imagine when he's older."
"I'd rather not." Like chuckled he cupped Mara's chin and kissed her warmly. She surrendered to him and hooked her arms around his neck, for what felt like a long time, they sat in each other's embrace.
Their peace was interrupted by a giggle.
"Ewww!!!" Ben laughed then, seeing his mother's expression, ran back to the "smash ball court".