(A/N) Sorry for not posting in a long time, working full time, having a full course load, and doing several other things is not conducive to writing! Love and miss all your all's interaction though, hope you enjoy this chapter! Please R and R!

"I have everything they need with me, stop worrying so much, Old Man." Anakin said, heckling his old master as the three children he had volunteered to watch by himself ran around his feet, Qui-Gon steadying himself on his uncle's knee. He was watching his father, lips pursed; but he was getting distracted by Leia, who was tapping him on the shoulder each time she passed by him. "I have managed to get these two to survive most of their childhood." He said pointedly.

"I know, Anakin. I trust you, it's only.." Obi-Wan looked down at Qui-Gon, who smiled and ducked his head behind Anakin's knee, peeking out at him in a familiar game. Satine couldn't help but smile, and tuck a hand into the crook of his elbow.

"Come on, Obi-Wan; or we'll miss our reservation." They had been at Coruscant for a little over a month, and tonight they would be going out together into the city. While most of the time, all three of them had been home, Obi-Wan had just returned from a diplomatic mission and Anakin (as well as Padme when she finished her work at the Senate) had agree to watch Qui-Gon to give them an evening and night together. She understood Obi-Wan's hesitations, leaving Qui-Gon was hard, especially when he had been forced to leave them so many times on Mandalore, but this was a night for them. "Thank you, Anakin."

And she had to smile at his little salute before she caught a glimpse of him swooping Qui-Gon up into his arms, spinning him in a circle to wild laughter.

Dinner was delicious, she had to admit. Mid-rim style foods, lots of fruits and pastas, cooked in a variety of sauces that she, even as royalty, had never tasted before. "I'm not quite sure what I'm eating, but it is quite good. A nice change from temple food." She rolled her eyes at him as he gave her a sly wink; the temple had delicious food, accustomed to fit all sorts of dietary needs and restrictions. It was nice, however, to be out of the temple for a change. With her new salary as a member of the Senate, they could afford to come out as often as they wished, but they both preferred to stay home as often as possible, eating as a small family unit.

"If only you could cook this well, Obi-Wan, we wouldn't have to worry about the temple cooking." He looked falsely affronted, and she couldn't help but laugh. The conversation carried, turning to their daily lives beyond each other, missions and diplomatic discussion; temple classes and difficult peace negotiations with lingering Separatist systems. It was almost mundane, but to her, to both of them, it was everything. A nice quiet dinner, a married couple, a night to themselves with their child safe and close by. It was more than she ever would have thought possible as he left Mandalore all those years ago.

She wasn't sure what had come over them; maybe a simple aphrodisiac of knowing they couldn't be interrupted, that there were no obligations for the morning, that they were simply there with nothing more extraordinary to do. He has kissed her first, pressing her back against the door of their apartment and clicked the lock shut as soon as they had come in. She had stopped them, getting her bearing straight, putting away her things; found him sitting on the couch, slightly confused as to why she had left in the first place. But she had slid into his lap, pressed him back into the cushions, kissed him with everything she had and more to start the end of the night off for real. And he, in turn had responded with equal enthusiasm.

And now, she pressed her forehead into his shoulder, her body laying over more than half of his on the couch; their breathing having finally calmed down, their bodies returning to that peaceful, post-intimate state. She closed her eyes and just felt him, hand tracing idle paths along her bare back, occasionally grazing her hips, hinting that he might have been ready to go again if she was up for it. She was, more than he knew, but she wanted a moment to savor this.

"Welcome home, love." He said quietly into her hair, pressing soft kisses against it.

"I love you." She said back, pushing herself up slightly to look at his eyes, deep blue and calm. Happy, truly happy to have her hear by his side. "and I love our home." She missed Mandalore, but the sacrifice was worth it; she was serving her planet her as well, and serving peace in all forms she could muster. This was more than enough.

She reached a hand, cradling his face, and placed a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, hearing him let out a small moan at the feeling, moving his hand down to hold her hip. But she stood swiftly, with a grace she didn't even know she possessed. He looked at her quizzically, and she almost laughed at the thought that she had seen Qui-Gon make that exact expression the day before when she had given him the wrong food. She reached a hand down to him, pulling him to stand beside her, face to face; ignoring the ruffled piles of abandoned clothing strewn on the floor.

"I love our home, but there's so much more of it than just the couch…" She said plainly, and it took him all of a moment to register what she was implying, before his lips were against her and his hands were roaming her body.

"Where would you like to start then, Senator?" He breathed raggedly into her ear, her body pulled flush against his.

"Wherever you prefer, Master Jedi." She smirked, feeling his hand slide into hers, pulling her towards the armchair in the center of the room.

"No doubt Obi-Wan's the father, Satine; this is definitely the most well-behaved kid I've ever seen." Qui-Gon was happy to see them, babbling in his usual mix of baby and basic, reaching for Obi-Wan to pick him up, which his father was happy to do. "How was your night?"

Her mind flashed briefly with the thought of all that had happened the night before, and if she hadn't been so apt at not showing her feelings, she would have blushed. "It was very nice." She almost wondered if Anakin could read her mind as the younger man waggled his eyebrows at Obi-Wan, who rolled his eyes in response.

"I hope it was restful." Padme said, herding Luke and Leia who wanted to say goodbye to their tiny cousin before they parted ways. Satine did blush slightly at that; she wouldn't said it was restful, though she did feel much better than she had after a full week of working long and hard hours.

"It was." She finally said, "Thank you all again for taking Qui-Gon. Why don't you let us do the same with Luke and Leia; maybe for your anniversary weekend or something?" She said and Luke gave her a hug around the knees.

"Can we, Mommie?" He said, looking up at Satine as she ran her fingers through his hair. "It'll be so much fun!"

Padme looked at Anakin, who grinned. "That would be amazing. We could go back to Naboo." It was clear from Padme's hesitation that they hadn't discussed it, but it was clear the idea seemed very appealing. "It's definitely something to think about." She finally said and all of them smiled.

"We can always talk later as well," Satine answered, and after a few more goodbye's and hugs from Luke and Leia, they left, Obi-Wan carrying Qui-Gon who was in turn excited and exhausted.

"Did you and mommy have fun?" He said, or at least, that's what she assumed he meant by his words; they were jumbled and hard to hear when he pressed his head into Obi-Wan's shoulder. He didn't wait for answer, drifting off to sleep on his father as they walked through the halls, earning small smiles from those they passed.

"We did, indeed." She heard Obi-Wan whisper softly, reaching his free hand around to entwine his fingers with hers as they walked back to their apartment.