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Anakin was tinkering with the ion engine of his new airspeeder, the upper half of his body buried under the craft so he could better access the complex machinery. There was nothing wrong with it in particular; he just wasn't satisfied with its speed capabilities. As a young man, Anakin had been obsessed with speed and nothing had changed as he had matured.

His agile fingers slipped in between a mass of wires so he could reconnect the navigation control panel to the co-ordination input pad. After withdrawing his hand, Anakin pulled himself out from under the speeder. Standing up, he walked over to a cluttered bench, dropping his toolbox on the flattest surface he could find.

"Daddy!"

Anakin spun towards the voice, a huge grin lighting up his face. Running through the door of his workshop was his twin children, Luke and Leia. Although barely three years old, the twins were a bundle of energy and never failed to keep Anakin and Padme on their feet.

Anakin quickly wiped his dirty hands on his pants before kneeling down so he could catch his young children. He lifted them both off the ground, one in either arm and placed a kiss on both their foreheads. Padme followed the twins, walking straight up to her husband and kissing him.

Anakin gazed down at his kids. "Did you have fun at the park?"

Luke nodded. "I finded Lee-Lee first!"

"Nuh-uh!" Leia replied with a frown. "You cheated!"

"No I didn't!" Luke retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Anakin laughed as his little angels bickered between themselves. He lowered them back to the ground so he could embrace Padme. The twins immediately took off, chasing each other around the workshop. Padme smiled up at her husband.

Knowing no words could describe how much he loved her, Anakin chose instead to wrap his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her against his chest. He lowered his head and their lips met halfway, crushing together with such passionate force that Padme moaned with pleasure. They pulled away and Anakin lent his forehead against his wife's.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Padme giggled and placed a quick, tempting kiss on her husband's lips. Wanting more, Anakin moved forward to capture Padme's lips but was bought to a sudden stop when there was a loud crash behind him.

He spun quickly, his hand instinctively falling to his side as though reaching for something. His hand found nothing but the belt on his work pants but it didn't matter anyway. There was no danger, just Luke lying on the ground surrounded by Anakin's tool kit, which was now scattered all over the workshop floor. The toddler was crying, holding his right arm against his chest. Leia was already beside her brother, her tiny arms pulling him into a seated position.

Anakin rushed over to his son, Padme right behind him. The concerned father reached down and lifted his son into his lap, cradling him against his chest.

"Are you hurt?" Anakin asked Luke softly.

With tears running down his cheeks, Luke nodded.

"He ran into that door and the big box fell off!" Leia cried as she hovered over Luke.

Padme knelt down beside her family and smiled gently.

"He's going to be okay Leia," she said soothingly. "It's just a scratch."

Anakin lifted Luke's arm up to see that the scratch was nothing to be worried about. He smiled down at the sobbing toddler then placed a quick kiss on the wound.

"All better now," he said.

Sniffling hesitantly Luke looked down at his arm and noticed that the scratch wasn't that bad. He grinned up at his dad as he wiped the tears from his face. Leia reached down and hugged her brother fiercely.

"Don't you have anything to say to your father?" Padme asked Luke.

The boy bowed his head. "Thank you Daddy."

Anakin smiled warmly at the boy. "That's alright. Just remember not to go running around in Daddy's workshop from now on okay?"

Both Luke and Leia nodded.

"Well I think it's about time to go home," Padme announced, standing up and dusting herself off. She smiled at her husband. She always enjoyed watching him when he was around the children. He was always so gentle and loving and seeing his unfaltering love for them always deepened her love for him.

Anakin stood up, Luke still cradled in his arms. He shifted the boy around so he was sitting on his shoulders, his hands resting on his son's legs to stop him from falling. Leia reached up and grasped Padme's hand as their parents led them out of the workshop. Anakin locked the door behind him before walking up behind his wife and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Anakin had built the workshop behind their small house, both of which sat on top of a large disk that extended up from the swampy ground of Bespin. It was a quiet life they lived – a safe life, something neither Anakin nor Padme had when they were children. Anakin worked as a freelance mechanic by day, Rebel weapons supplier by night while Padme stayed at home to look after the children.

Both of the young parents had given up much to protect their infants, but it was Anakin who made the hardest sacrifice. While Padme had chosen to relinquish any ties to her past career as a Senator of Naboo, Anakin had chosen to shield his whole family from the Force by cutting himself off from it. It had not been an easy choice as the Force was as much a part of him as his blood was but in the end he knew that when it came to Padme and his twins, he would do anything to protect them.

So for three years, the young couple had raised their children in anonymity on Bespin where they were detached from the world and safe from the Sith Lords that had quickly taken over the galaxy.

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