Beru and Owen:
I smile softly as my new husband carries me over the threshold of our honeymoon door. Owen is not the most sentimental of men; and yet, when he kissed me for the first time, I understood him like never before.
Owen has the heart of a Wookiee under his rough and worn exterior. He can love; he just doesn't always know how to show it. And I am glad I grew to understand him, because I love him so much.
Owen has never lifted a finger to hurt me, nor would he, even though others say he is standoffish and harsh. But I know better, because I have seen into the heart of this man.
Owen gently sets me on the bed, looking almost apologetic at the humble surroundings he had saved up his credits for. Owen was not a rich man, but he wanted to give me a real honeymoon.
I see it for what it is: another sign of his love for me. And I am touched, even as I thank him for the vacation, simple as it may be by the standards of many. We have never been one for great material things.
But the small house is perfect for two moisture farmers simply looking for privacy to consummate their love.
I will not shy away from admitting that the best thing I love about Owen, physically at least, is his ability to kiss.
Stars, but can he light up the night. He holds nothing back as he draws me close for a tender embrace of the lips.
All thoughts float away like a breeze, and I relish the feel of my new husband's lips upon mine. This really is the start of what will be a wonderful marriage.
And Owen may not be the best at saying those three little words aloud, but then, he doesn't need to.
It's in his kiss.