So there's another significant time skip here. I thought a lot about this and ultimately decided it would be best to wrap this up pretty soon. I'm on my way back to college, so I doubt I'll be able to update as frequently as I do now. There will be about three more chapters after this and I will try my best not to make them seem too rushed. I would like to be able to start a new Star Wars fic with longer, more detailed chapters and overall just better quality writing. I will post more details about this in the epilogue of this story, but for now, enjoy the rest of this one!

6 months later…

Anakin knocked gently on Han's door in the Temple twice without response. "Han?" he shouted. "You in there?"

The knob turned to reveal Han's suitemate, another human Padawan around the same age. Anakin had not worked closely with him, but from the times he'd visited Han, he deduced that the boy was a bit odd. "Hello," Anakin said. "Is Han here?"

"Yup," the boy replied, staring very intently into Anakin's eyes. An awkward silence ensued.

"…can I see him?" Anakin asked.

The boy turned around and walked back into his room without responding. Anakin assumed that leaving the door open meant 'yes'.

He entered the plain suite and knocked on the door of the adjacent bedroom. He heard some sort of grunt, likely from Chewy. Han opened the door, still in his pajamas. "What?" he snapped sleepily.

Anakin looked over his shoulder into the room where Chewy was still napping on the floor. He could have easily been mistaken for a rug. He was still baffled that Han had been able to convince Master Yoda to let the Wookie stay here, but apparently the little green master had taken quite a liking to him.

"How late were you two up?" Anakin asked.

"I don't know Dad," Han replied sarcastically. "What's going on?"

"Han…you can't seriously tell me you forgot what today is. I even reminded you after our meditation yesterday."

Han's eyes snapped open wider immediately. "Shit!" he shouted. "Chewy- wake up!"

"Hey- language!" Anakin scolded. Han ignored him.

The Wookie sat up with a groan as Han hurried to find his cleanest robe and sprinted to the fresher. Anakin stepped out to let him change.

As soon as Han and Chewy were presentable, they joined Anakin in the entryway. "Does…uh…he want to come?" Anakin asked politely, nodding his head in the direction of the other open-doored bedroom where the strange boy was staring a bit too closely at the wall.

"Probably not," Han answered. "Let's go!"

The trio walked through the winding corridors to the chamber where they were set to meet the others, most of which had already arrived. They bowed to Mace and Yoda before proceeding to the other side of the room where Obi-Wan stood with the twins.

"Don't worry, Master," Luke said. "You'll be fine."

Anakin smiled at the sight of his son, not even six years old yet, giving a pep talk to his master. "Feeling better after that?" he teased.

"Of course not, Anakin," Obi-Wan responded. "I've never been so… nervous before! This is improper of me."

Anakin laughed. "Master, last time I checked, 'nervous' was not listed under the emotions that lead to the Dark Side."

"Here," Leia said, pulling a flower out of her intricately curled hair. "Mom says it's from Naboo and gives you good luck."

Han scoffed. "No such thing as luck, kid. You gotta work for it."

Leia pouted. "Why are you always so mean?"

"I'm not mean," Han replied. "I'm just being realistic- luck is just a fairytale."

"Mom told me that she used to be realistic with Dad because they weren't supposed to be together, but she secretly liked him," Leia countered.

Han blushed. "Well, I do not like you."

"Good, 'cause I don't like you either!" Leia stomped over to make conversation with a couple younger Padawan girls.

"I see she's been learning a lot of anger management skills with her training," said Obi-Wan.

Anakin sighed. "I don't think we could turn her into a full Jedi if we tried. She's got too much independent willpower like her mother. Which reminds me, I should probably give Padmé a call and make sure everything's in place."

Anakin noticed Obi-Wan tense up again as a hologram of Padmé appeared on Anakin's palm. "We're good to go!" she said. "We're leaving in a couple minutes."

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin. "Anakin, I don't know if I can do this."

"Shut up and get in the speeder," Anakin said playfully as he motioned for the rest of the party to follow them outside. He silently wondered if Qui-Gon had offered him any advice about this, praying that Obi-Wan wouldn't back out at the last minute.

Obi-Wan's heart raced as the speeder landed outside the Senate building. He carefully squeezed the small box in his pocket. He had never been happier, but there was also a sadness that consumed this moment, for he knew what would be coming soon after. He hoped he wasn't rushing into things, but time was running out and he couldn't fail Qui-Gon in the task that would arise in the following weeks.

He carefully exited the speeder and followed the rest of the Jedi into the building and through the hallways to one of the large Senate meeting chambers. He waited outside the door, listening for his cue.

"What is this?" he heard Mira ask with her thick accent. "Padmé, I thought there was an emergency Senate meeting."

Obi-Wan listened as a young Padawan learner began their presentation. "We are here to tell you why Obi-Wan is the most amazing man ever," said the young voice.

He smiled as he listened to the nice things his friends and colleagues had to say about him. Until this moment, Obi-Wan had never truly realized how much he meant to other people. He sighed.

Then he heard his cue. Anakin opened the door from the other side and Obi-Wan's eyes focused on Mira, who was seated at the far end of a mahogany table beside Padmé. She was already smiling, but tears of what was hopefully joy came to her eyes when she met his. He took a deep breath and walked forward. It seemed like a very long walk.

When Obi-Wan was finally beside her, he forgot the speech he had spent so long preparing. "Um…I know this may seem a little soon, but every moment I've spent with you has been amazing," he began. "We've been on some really great dates and over the past six months I've found myself falling in love with you. So…" He pulled out the little black box and got down on one knee just as Anakin had instructed him. He ignored the "ooos" and "ahhs" of people in the room as he proclaimed, "Mirabella, will you marry me?"