My name isn't important, and within a few generations - but for a sidebar in the historical records – I'll be all but forgotten. It doesn't matter anyway, for he and his works will last a thousand generations or more.
He was already married, long before we even met, and even if I knew, it wouldn't have mattered because I loved him anyway, from the moment I laid eyes on him, and popped him in the jaw, just because he was there. Yeah, I fell harder than a sack of spice, but that kind of love and luck tends to run in my family anyway. We tend to love first and deal with the circumstances later – what can I say? I guess his father was the same way.
Every Savior has his whore, and that's my place in the grand scheme of things. I'm O.K. with that as I made my choice a long time ago. My job is to be there for him, warm his bed, comfort his body, sooth his soul and bear him children which he hides as much as he can from the prying eyes of the Galaxy here at our sanctuary. I could have asked him to give it all up – after all, he's earned peace a hundred – a thousand – times over, and become 'Mr. and Misses Normal' – maybe freighter pilots or even farmers – but to even thinking about such nonsense is ludicrous. The Hutt of it is, that he would leave the life if I asked (he'd never completely give up his first love, and not even I'm selfish enough to ask that much of him!) but ya know it – he'd only be a shadow of the man he is, and well, yeah, we just ain't going there.
Yeah, so in the end I'm the second in his life, maybe even the third really because he met his second even before he knew I existed, but as I said, I'm good with it. I know things about him that she'll never know (and probably doesn't wanna anyway!) I know that he likes ridiculous little sweets from his home-world, (and more importantly, how to get 'em) and how he longs to share stories about his dad (she won't hear of it on a good day for the most part) and how much of his old man he perceives in his oldest – little bits like that that separate the Savior from the Man… Stuff like that that's not 'important' to his real wife, but are important to him – yeah, stuff like that.
He'll be back soon from one errand or another – probably talking with his 'wife', and then doing stuff for his second, but soon enough he'll be safe in my arms, and my bed, and the rest of the Galaxy can go frack itself again – at least for a little while, but that's my job as his wing – mate, and lover.
To the rest of the Galaxy, he's Luke Skywalker, Savior of the Galaxy, Consort of the Force, and brother to the retired Chief of State, Leia Organa Solo, and I'm just… nothing.
History will make of Luke what it will, but for now, here in my arms, he's 'Just Luke'.
Here he's my teacher, my friend and my lover.
Here he's just Pay-pa.
As for me, I'm just Ma-mere – the mother of his children, and Aubé or sometimes, just Bé, and I can be whatever he wants me to be. His wife, his nurse, his confidant… yeah, all that good stuff. I'm good with it, and so is he.
And the rest of the Galaxy can just suck my afterburn.
A. C. Skywalker