Hello: My third SW fic. He he. OK, this idea has been with me a while. Like any true SW fan Padme dieing without seeing her children left me a bit surprised because of the "real mother" line in the OT, so, I decided to make up a story as how Leia remembers her real mother, and how she knows Luke is her brother. And this is it. This first chapter is a bit short but oh well. And I seem to of gotten a bit confused about my tenses but oh well again. I've taken a couple of liberties with the facts but that doesn't really matter. I haven't got the slightest clue how Anakin would be with his children so I made it up. Hope you enjoy it and that it satisfies questions.
Disclaimer: All character, names, etc. belong to George Lucas. Any similarities between this story and real life/other stories are merely coincidental.
"Night your highness," the nurse shouted as she waved her hand over the light sensor. In one swift motion Leia was plunged into darkness. She stared at the dim shafts of light that peaked through the blinds of her giant window. She got out of bed and slowly walked towards the window. Pulling aside the blind she stared out at Alderaan's night covered silhouette.
"Night mum, dad. Sleep well."
With that she padded back to her bed and swiftly fell asleep.
"When's daddy getting back?" a young girl asked jumping around her mother, her curled hair dancing around her head.
"It shouldn't be long now. Be patient."
"I can't see his ship though!" a boy with sandy-coloured hair complained as he pulled his eye away from his telescope.
The woman laughed, "Oh you two. Don't worry he will be here soon. Go and play in your sand pit or something, that'll pass the time."
"Fine," they replied in unison as they bounded off to bombard each other with sand attacks. The woman smiled kindly at her two children and stared at the sky herself. He would be coming soon right? A gentle breeze ran through the air and the woman shivered slightly in her thin top.
"What's wrong mummy?" the girl asked, popping up suddenly.
"Nothing. I'm just cold, that's all," she replied as she stroked her daughter's hair.
"Well you should wear more clothes then," the boy said, also appearing from nowhere, as he poked his mother's side with his podgy fingers. The woman laughed and pretended to try and fend off her attacking children.
"Is that really anyway to treat your mother?" a voice asked.
"DADDY!" the children cried as they leapt off their mother and into their father's arms. The father picked them up and twirled them around.
"And how are my little rascals then?"
"Good daddy. But HE broke a pot," the girl accused pointing a finger at her brother.
"Ah yes, but I seem to remember someone else levitating it towards him," the woman interjected. The boy stuck his tongue out at his sister while she pouted.
The man laughed, "Oh you two. Now go away and leave your mother and I alone. Go and break some more pots or something. Go on." He let the children down and they ran into the house leaving the two alone. The woman immediately jumped off the swing she was sitting on and ran into her husband's arms. The two hugged tightly then stepped apart slightly.
"You are alright, aren't you?" he asks.
"Uh huh, I've just missed you that's all." The two hug again and the woman strokes the scar running down the right side of her husband's eye. "Yes, I've missed you very much."
He smiles. "Did you get my letters?"
"Yes. And did you get mine." He nods in reply and they both laugh.
"Listen to us."
"I know. Come on inside, it's getting cold," the woman said as she started to pull her husband inside.
"Our son's right, you should wear more clothes," he teased lovingly.
She laughed, "When isn't he right, he's 5 years old?"
He kissed her forehead, "But he probably doesn't have a clue about how much I love you P…"