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A/N: Alright guys, I am sorry that it has taken me so long to get this up but life and school has gotten in the way of my writing time. I hope this chapter measures up to your expectations!

Chapter 7:

The small voice that had spoken was Leia. It was easy to tell that she hurt by the fact that no one had told nor her or Luke the truth about their father. It was hard for her to think that her father had been alive and somewhere in this galaxy the whole time and their mother had told them that he was dead. Did she not think that she and Luke might like to meet him at some point? What had happened to make her mother not want them to know him, and why had he never tried to find out where they were?

Anakin could feel the thoughts running through his daughters mind, and the thoughts that were in his sons mind were not much different that of his sisters. The twins may be only five years old, but the were wise way beyond there years. No doubt it was because of the amount of force that they had flowing through their veins, force strength that they had no doubt gotten from him.

"How did you know?" Padme asked, looking down at her daughter.

"Well, Lukie looks like him, and his presence felt familiar to me."

Padme had never heard her daughter use as big of words as these, no doubt her daughter was a lot like her in that sense. Padme looked up at Anakin who was looking down at her. His gaze was full of wonder, and love. Love that was no doubt for her and her twins, the wonder, no doubt had to do with why she never told the twins that he was really alive, not dead.

"Why didn't you tell us Mommy?"

This question had come from Luke as he walked over to where his Mom was and sat down on her knee. Padme sighed, thinking of how she was going to answer. No matter how she tried to approach this, the twins were in no way ready to know exactly why they had been told what they did and why this was the first time that they were meeting their father.

"It's a long story my babies, and someday I will tell you the full truth. Right now though, I would say that you are not ready. What's important is that he is here with us now."

Padme looked up at Anakin, a smile was apparent on her face. Maybe this could work out, them being a family. It would take a lot for her to forgive Anakin for destroying everything that she had worked so hard for during her diplomatic career. She knew someday she would fully forgive him for his mistakes, she had seen it with her own eyes that he had changed, and she knew that he felt guilty for the mass murder that he had committed. Did his killing Palpatine make up for that? She mused in her mind, part of her said that it did because it meant the man that had been responsible for her husbands turn to the dark side, and the one who had brought on the era of darkness in the Galaxy, would the galaxy not be better without him? The other side of her though could not help but wonder if it showed that he still had the ability to kill in him. No matter the necessity, didn't that prove something that he could kill without a second thought? She knew that the first answer was closer to what she believed, but the second thought still creeped into her mind.

"Why haven't you tried to find us?!" Leia demanded as she turned with her hands on her hips, and glared at her father. It took every ounce of Anakin to not grin at his daughter. Right now, she looked exactly like her mother did whenever she got angry. The chocolate brown orbs so full of anger and the cute little scowl. Anakin crouched down to her level and put his hands on her elbows and looked into his daughter's eyes.

"I had been told that you, and your brother, even though I thought your Mom was only carrying one of you at the time, and your mother were all dead."

Padme glared at her husband for the amount of honesty that he had just shared with their daughter. Padme was taken aback as well, had really thought that she was dead? Who would of told him that they were dead? How was that possible? I left him there and I was perfectly fine Padme thought to her self as she tried to think it through. She came to the conclusion that Palpatine in some way must of manipulated the truth to make it seem different then how it actually was. Bastard.

"Why would someone tell you that?" Leia asked again. Anakin held back another chuckle at the level of curiosity that his five year-old daughter held. Too much like her mother she is Anakin thought, realizing not a moment later that it came out exactly like how Master Yoda would of said it. He shook his head, thinking that he had finally lost it.

"That, my precious daughter, will be told when the time is right. I promise." Anakin then leaned forward and kissed his daughters cheek. Leia giggled at the feeling of her father's bristly cheek against her soft skin, and Anakin chuckled out loud this time too. Leia's giggle reminded him so much of her mothers as well.

"For now why don't you guys go and eat those delicious smelling pastries."

Anakin flashed his most charming grin Padme's way as he said this, watching as she rolled her eyes he let go of his daughter and stood up. He wanted nothing more then to just walk over to Padme right now and lay a nice deep kiss on her. Something he had spent all night dreaming about, something he had constantly dreamed about when they were separated.

If the kids are going to eat those pastries I should probably finish them Padme thought to herself as she walked back over to the cooker to pull them out. As she was pulling them out though, she felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind her and felt familiar lips against her ear.

"You really are a wonderful mother Padme, don't ever doubt that," he whispered softly in her ear. The sound of voice still gave her shivers down her spine, he smiled at her reaction, he expected nothing less from his angel. It was how she had always reacted and he did not expect her bodies reaction to him to change that much.

Padme put the pastries on a plate and forced another smile to come to her face as she maneuvered her way around Anakin and headed toward the table. Anakin was left completely baffled by Padme for the third time since he had arrived here. She was not going to forgive him easily that much he had known.

Anakin felt a gentle tug at the leg of his pants and looked down to see Luke standing at his feet with his arms in the air. Isn't he a little big to be picked up? Anakin thought to himself as he bent down to pick up his son.

"Hey buddy what is it?" Anakin asked noting the sad expression on Luke's face.

"What do you want me to call you?" Anakin blinked. This took him slightly off guard. He thought that his son would want to call him 'Dad' or something a long those lines.

"Well, I would like it if you called me Dad, but if you're not comfortable with that you could always call me Anakin."

Luke nodded at his Dad's answer and jumped out of his Dad's arms and went and jumped into his chair at the table and grabbed a pastry before digging in. He certainly like's those pastries Anakin smirked as he watches his son digging into the pastries like they were all going to dissapear and it was his last meal ever. Both Anakin and Padme had the same thought at the same time. They both thought of how like his father Luke was. Anakin had always found Shurra Pastries delicious and he had especially loved it when Padme made them for him when he was home from the war.

Anakin had Padme locked eyes and smiled one another. They were falling in love again, and it was going to be thanks to their two precious babies that they did once more.

A/N: Alright that's the end of Chapter 7! I hope that you enjoyed and will be welcoming some feed back and any ideas that you may have for where I should go next with the story!