I was working on a proposal for a commerce bill when my commlink beeped. I looked at it and saw that it was Dima the handmaiden babysitting the twins.
"Dima, what is it?"
"I dont really know. No one is hurt. They are laughing. But Jinn is making things float, and he gets mad when I grab them and put them down."
My heart raced. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. They have been doing it for the past half hour and think it's hilarious. Do I need to call a doctor?"
Just then Shmi walked in with a stack of papers in her hand.
"Did Anakin ever make things float when he was a baby?" I asked her.
She sighed, "All the time. I thought he was constantly going to hurt himself. Apparently a lot of Jedi do it."
"Well, the kids are doing it now. You mind going to watch them so they don't freak out Dima."
"Not at all. They use the Force. They're little Jedis to be," she said, getting ready to leave.
I turned back to the commlink. "Dema, nothing is wrong with the kids, but I am going to send my mother in law to watch them so they don't stress you out."
"Thanks. I am just worried that the knives will be floating and stuff. I will come back to the office and help with the proposal."
"Okay, see you then." I called Anakin's comlink and hoped he picked up
"What's wrong?" Asked Anakin.
"They can use the force!" I said, excitedly.
"Who?"
"The twins!" I said.
"Of course they can. Its in their blood," said Anakin.
"But their not even a year old!" I said.
"Doesn't matter. The question is do you want them tested by the Jedi Council?" asked Obi-Wan from the background.
"Um. Yeah!" said Anakin.
"They could be Jedi?" I asked.
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
I sighed. "As long as they come home to me, I am fine with it."
"Alright!" said Anakin happily.
"I will speak to the testing center immediately," said Obi-Wan. "We will set a date, then we get the results approved by the council, and they are in the youngling class."
"Oh," I said, and with that I thought I have lost my children for a second time.
"The Jedi do not live at the temple anymore, Padme," said Obi-Wan reading my mind. "Jinn and Ashla will wake up and have breakfast with you, come to school with Anakin, go to class, then come home, and have dinner with you. You are their mother. We are not going to take your children from you. We are so strong in the force in the afterlife, the council decided there is no need for that lifetimes ago."
"I wouldn't agree to it if we had to give them up, Angel," promised Anakin.
"Who would train them?" I asked.
"They have different teachers," said Obi-Wan. "Yoda trains almost all of them at some point in time. Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Master Plo Koon also have a youngling class now. They rotate until they are chosen as Padawans."
"I should know this, but that would be when exactly?"
"Well, they are chosen as youngling usually before the age of five, and then there is ten years of instruction before they are padawans. So if they are chosen now, they can be enrolled by three and given as padawans as thirteen, maybe fourteen. Then they would be knights when they pass the trials, around when they are twenty."
"Wow other than the youngling part, I was right on the money," Anakin said.
"Yes you were," said Obi-Wan, "which is why no one got why you were complaining."
"Sorry," mumbled Anakin.
"All right. Let's do it," I said.
Anakin came in through the turbo lift, and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, the food is almost done. Can you get the kids?" I asked, turning back to pears to stir them.
He sniffed.
I turned back to him. "What is it?" I asked walking over to him.
"Nothing. I am not very hungry," he said, and walked into our bedroom.
Confused, I followed him. He took off his cloak and threw it in a pile on the floor, then he sat on the bed and kicked off his boots.
"Long day?" I asked.
He grunted. He went over by the window and got into a chest where he kept his stuff for his workshop. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and placed it on the bed. Then he took out his lightsaber and placed it on the towel. Using the force, he dismembered the lightsaber and even took the crystal out. He slowly started to clean each piece with the tower.
"Ani, what is wrong?"
He did not say anything.
"Honey, where is your medicine?"
"Nightstand," he said monotone.
I went over there and checked the slots to see if his pills were right, which they were, and if the proper days were empty, which they were. He was taking his medicine, so that was not it. I put the medicine caddy back on the nightstand and went to stand by him.
"Baby, tell me what's wrong. Let me help," I begged.
"Ahsoka has- hasn't eaten since- the baby."
"What?!"
"She- She lost twenty pounds."
"Oh, Ani," I said, wrapping my arms around him. I kissed him on the cheek, then lead him to the kitchen table. He slumped down at the kitchen table and put his head in hands, crying.
"She won't talk to Rex, or to Depa, or me. I don't know what to do."
"I tried to take her out for lunch, just to get her to talk. We just keep trying. She is hurt, and her walls are up right now. They will come down soon," I promised.
"I hate him. That son of a bitch, Palpatine. I hate him and a Jedi is not supposed to hate."
"Shh," I said. I kissed him on the forehead. "It's going to be okay, Ani. She is going to be okay."
"This is my fault," he said. "I let her go."
He cried in my arms, and I just held him tight.