A/N: Hey y'all, it's Excalibur. I know this isn't a Supernatural story, but I just finished rewatching (for probably the millionth time) Star Wars Episode III and I had a lot of feels. So here you go, domestic fluff of the Skywalker family.
Anakin stepped lightly into the apartment. His latest mission for the Jedi had taken a week; a week spent in a cramped bed on a spaceship, a week away from Padme, a week away from his children. He was excited to see them again, but decided the reunion could wait until morning given how late it was. He collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, not even bothering to remove his robe. Padme would be furious he didn't wake her, but it's always best to let her sleep.
Sleep began to engulf him as his eyes drooped, heavy with fatigue. The soft patter of small feet on hard flooring barely roused him, but the delighted four year-olds did. Luke wrapped his little arms around his father's neck, and Leia whispered in his ear: "We missed you so much, Daddy". Anakin enfolded them both in a warm embrace, holding them close. "I missed you too".
When Padme awoke, she found a surprise in her living room. Her husband laid sprawled on the couch, his kids snuggling into him, using his robe as a blanket, all in a deep sleep.