As usual, I don't own Star Wars, and I only own Grace Skywalker.

In this, The twins are ten, Jinn's eight, and Grace is four.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom

STAR WARS

A sliver of light split the darkness of the hall and Luke Skywalker stuck his head out the door of his room. Cautiously looking back and forth, he eased the door to his room open and crept down the hall to Leia's room and tapped on the door. Leia emerged a moment later, rubbing her brown eyes and pulling her long hair back into a tail.

Speaking through their bond, she whispered, You get Jinn. I'll get Grace.

Nodding his understanding, Luke reached out through his bond to Jinn and prodded his mind to awareness, impressing on him that it was time to wake up. Feeling Jinn's response, he withdrew and looked at Leia. "He's coming."

Leia nodded. "Grace is too."

The objects of their conversation emerged moments later, Jinn rubbing sleep from his eyes and dragging his hands through his already messy hair. Four year old Grace's blonde hair was a rat's nest on her head, her eyes were half open and she was still dazed by sleep.

Luke, the most alert of the group, crept down the hallway to their parents' room and listened to their deep breathing for a moment before waving the other three past him into the living area. Grace staggered and almost fell and Leia grabbed her arm to keep her upright.

"Quiet!" He hissed as Jinn bumped a small table holding a vase full of Nubian lilies, reaching out with the Force to catch it before it hit the ground.

"Sorry!" Jinn apologized, now wide awake as he rushed down the length of the hallway after their sisters, Luke right behind him.

"The droids!" Luke said suddenly. "Turn Threepio off! Quick!"

Leia, closest to Artoo and Threepio, hesitated. "Why? He knows all sorts of recipes, he could help us."

"No he won't! He'll go wake up Mom and Dad!" Jinn said, dashing past his sister and reaching for the power switch on Threepio's neck just as the droid's photoreceptors brightened.

"Mast-" he started, as he saw the young Skywalkers. Jinn cut him off when he flipped the circuit breaker, turning the well-meaning, if clueless, protocol droid off.

Turning to Artoo, Leia brought a finger to her lips. "Not a sound Artoo. It's a surprise for Mom and Dad, okay?"

His volume turned down to the lowest setting, Artoo beeped a quick confirmation and rolled after his young masters, following them into the kitchen.

"What are we going to make?" Luke asked quietly as they gathered in a small circle in the semi-lit kitchen.

"This was your idea. I thought you knew!" Leia said loudly, eliciting a "Shh!" from the other three.

"Hotcakes?" Grace suggested eagerly, all traces of sleepiness gone.

Leia shook her head. "We don't know how to make those."

"How about nuna eggs and toast with caf?" Jinn suggested. "It should be easy enough to make."

Leia nodded slowly, looking at Luke. "We can do that."

"I'll make the caf!" Grace said, bouncing away and dragging a chair over to the counter so she could reach the caf maker, and pulling the pot off the burner before making her way to the sink.

Leia quickly took charge of the cooking. "Jinn get the eggs and blue milk from the cooler unit. Luke, we need a frying pan out. And bread too." When her brothers moved to get what she asked for, Leia turned to Grace, stopping her just before she put the caf grounds into the caf machine without a filter. "Wait Grace!"

The four year old froze, balanced precariously on one foot in her effort to reach the caf maker, one hand suspended over the compartment where the grounds were to go. "I'm doing it right!" She protested.

"You need a filter first." Leia said, pointing at the white flimsi discs next to the canister of grounds.

"Oh. Whoops." Grace said, stretching to reach the filters and inserting one into the compartment.

Satisfied that crisis had been averted, Leia turned back to Luke and Jinn, who had assembled a carton of nuna eggs, a jug of blue milk, and a bag of bread, along with a tub of butter for the toast. "Okay, we need some sort of cooking spray-" Leia picked up the aerosol container and sprayed the bottom of the frying pan. "Luke can you mix the eggs and milk together? Jinn, put the bread in the toaster."

Several minutes later, while Leia was busy with the eggs, Luke dug a tray out of the pantry and assembled forks, plates and mugs. Arranging them on the tray, he carried them over to Leia, who transferred the scrambled blue mess onto the plates.

"Ow!" Jinn dropped the hot toast onto the counter and shook his left hand in an attempt to cool his fingers.

"That's why you should use tongs." Grace informed him primly, offering him a pair of wooden tongs and putting the butter on the counter.

"Yeah, yeah." Jinn muttered under his breath, pulling the toast and butter closer and spreading it out in front of him before getting to work.

"Is it ready?" Leia asked seconds later.

"Yep." Jinn picked up his contribution, buttered toast, slightly blackened around the edges, and put them on the two plates.

Luke and Grace came over, each carrying cups of caf and deposited them on the tray, already loaded with two plates of scrambled eggs and toast, forks, cups of muja juice, and napkins. Studying the tray, "This'll be fun." Luke commented, hovering close to his twin as Leia carefully carried the tray down the hall to their parents' bedroom.

STAR WARS

It was early in the morning. Far earlier than Padmé wanted to wake up on a weekend, and especially on Mother's Day! She had hoped her brood would let her sleep in past six, but, as light flooded the room, Padmé resigned herself to that unlikely hood.

Then Grace jumped up onto the bed. "Happy Mother's Day Mommy!" she chirped.

Next to Padmé, Anakin groaned and rubbed his eyes blearily. "Hi Grace." He levered himself up into a sitting position and ran a hand over his face. "Do I smell caf?"

"Yes." Luke, Leia and Jinn filed in a moment later, Leia carrying a tray with two plates of scrambled nuna eggs and toast, with glasses of muja juice and mugs of caf.

Padmé pushed herself up into a sitting position and accepted the tray from Leia and Anakin eagerly appropriated a mug of caf, taking a quick sip. He froze, and Padmé saw him grimace in disgust, carefully hiding his reaction from the kids.

"Who made the caf?" Anakin asked carefully.

"I did!" Grace said. "Is it good, Daddy?"

"Wonderful." Anakin turned to Padmé and mouthed a warning. There's grounds in it.

Padmé snorted into her muja juice and came up laughing. She decided that when she was woken up like this, it really didn't matter what time it was.