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13 BBY
Aldera Royal Palace was in chaos.
With all the chaos going on around her, Padmé was tucked away in her office looking over some reports about supplies. Recently their ability to gather supplies was hindered by the Empire's military. So now she had to find a new strategy going forward.
On top of all of this, the rebel leader had to stay hidden in the Palace.
It was because of the extra people in the palace. The decorators, the caterers, and other extra staff. Padmé was certain the extra staff were either Empire loyalists or afraid of the tyranny. Even though it has been six years, and cut her hair, she was still a former Senator. A senator who planted the seeds for the rebellion with a delegation that sought to strip the chancellor of his emergency powers.
The festivals were something she had grown used to dealing with annually. The Gingerbell Blossom festival, it was a festival dedicated to the Gingerbell plant.
Padmé sighed.
When the festivities were directly at the Palace, she would go up the mountain cottage to get some work done. It was lonely. The droids came with her, but she was really all alone. She also had to leave Leia behind.
As one of the heirs to the Alderaanian throne, it would be odd for her not to be at one the most important festivals on the planet.
Padmé constantly worried about Leia with her force sensitivity. Being around all those horrible officers who work for the Empire. She knows how mischievous she can be with the force. She could only hope that the force suppression bracelet the techs made from the blueprints the rebels stole, would work.
There was also a part of her missed mingling at these parties. Getting dressed up, being around all people. Seeing the joy and excitement in people at these festivals. Then the longing side of her stated to vividly picture everything, sharing this festival with her daughter… son and husband.
She would dress up in some ornate gown and have her hair done in some elaborate style. Her daughter would do the same. Her son would be difficult getting into his regal robes because she knows her husband would be difficult as well. It would almost be a normal occurrence for these parties the young family always had to attend.
She would work the room at the party, as her children spent time chasing the other children who came to the festival. Her husband all night would rub her back, letting her know what he was going to her that night. Between her mingling, she would send him the same looks to indicate she wanted the same thing.
She would rub his thigh as they served the dessert at the table. He would know that her passion could not wait until they got back to the room they were staying in as guests. As he would get up to excuse himself to go to fresher, he would smile slyly. She would return the smile and quietly started counting the minutes she could leave without suspicions.
She would be about to get up to join her husband in the fresher, till a crash would draw her concentration away from her husband. She would hear children's laughter and instantly know who they were.
Annoyed she would get up, ignoring the ache between her thighs and march right to her children. And would give them the same stare she used with Viceroy Nute Gunray in her throne room.
Her husband would come behind her because he felt the twins shame through the force. She would make both of her children apologize to their hosts. She and her husband would then ground them for the next few days but would cut it short because they would both behave very well.
That night though, she would get ready for bed, wearing one of her nightgowns, with her hair flowing freely. She would sit the foot of her bed with her hands covering her face. She would feel all the exhaustion creep up on her.
But a pair of large hands would start massaging her back. He would start slowly than his hands or the force she would suspect would work out all the tension in her body. He would be shirtless, in a loose fitting pair of pants and his sandy blond hair would be flowing freely. He would then place a kiss on her neck and she would let out a deep moan. And know at that moment, that they would finally get to do what they wanted before they were interrupted earlier...
"Mistress Padmé…" The rebel leader felt like a bucket of ice water was being poured on her.
It has been a while since she allowed her mind to wonder that far with longing.
"Yes, Threepio." Ignoring the growing the ache between her thighs. That still was a problem for her.
"Princess Leia is with Sir Bail and Lady Bertha are in their closet. The princess wishes to show you her dress." Padmé had told Leia that she couldn't come to the festival and she pitched a fit. The princess became impossible. Refusing to do her homework, and eating her meals.
She was being incredibly stubborn. After almost two days of her attitude, the former senator managed to compromise. Padmé told Leia that she would see her in her full dress and would take a Holopic with her. So she can have one happy memory with her mother at these festivals.
Dress in her servant's outfit, Padmé made her way to Bertha and Bail's room. Where she knew her daughter was enjoying her dress. It was something she definitely inherited from her.
Princess Leia stood in the middle of the three mirrors in the bedroom suit closet. Wearing a beautiful white dress. It was accented by sparkling crystals on the sleeves and hem of the dress. Her hair was done in traditional Alderaanian hairstyle, with Gingerbells worked into her hairstyle.
The little force user was becoming a little impatient waiting for her mom. She was trying to be understanding, but it was weird the way her mom does things. It just didn't make sense that she was not coming to the festival. Especially when her mother told all her all those stories about the ones she went to.
The train of thought left her as she felt her mother enter the bedroom. Leia turned around to her mother. Her appearance confused Leia again but she didn't say anything.
"Mommy! Look at me!" She turned around with a big smile on her face and Padmé had one to match.
"Oh, my little Ewok! You look so beautiful!" Padmé said with a tear rolling down her cheek. Leia was beaming with all her parents seeing like this.
"Ok, Padmé. Leia come here." Said Bail took out his holopad and motioned for Leia to stand next to her mother.
It flashed and mother and daughter smiled. Padmé smiled enjoying her daughter in her beautiful dress. These moments she always looked forward to. The three adults started talking about their plans for the next few days.
"Is it time for dinner?" Leia whined a little bit. She had been doing a lot in preparation for the festivals, along with homework and force training.
Blah!
The young force user was not a fan of force training. The meditation and the extra lesson were a bother to the six-year-old. It came easily to Galen, but she suspected that it was because he didn't go to normal school.
It was also her main teacher Obi-Wan or Ben as she liked to call him, she would question him almost endlessly about everything he was teaching her. Also, Leia being the inclusive one wanted Winter there learning with them. This strange thing around her where she feels and can do certain thing also frightens the little girl.
"Come Leia." Breha motioned for her to changed out of her dress. Padmé gave a Leia a smile and took her hand as she made her way back to her room where Threepio had their dinner ready.
She sighed.
Leia took her seat and quietly at her dinner.
Padmé smiled again looking at her daughter. She knew in a couple of days she had to leave her at the Palace with Bail and Bertha.
The rebel leader had to leave her with the Empire elite on Alderaan. The only thing to protect her was a force suppression bracelet that might work.
She banished her thoughts as she finished her dinner. She spent a little more time with Leia and eventually got ready for bed.
Her thoughts then strayed to what she was going to do at the mountain cottage. As much as she wanted to continue working things for the rebellion there was limited technology up there, and little space with Galen living up there.
So she will probably take the time to relax while getting updates from both Bertha and Bail. Part of her was relieved for the time off. She had been working non-stop over the last year and a half.
In her full night dress, she gazed out into the cloudy moonless sky, trying to calm her distress and worry. It was something that she knew she had to try to sleep that night if she wanted to get any more work done.
Padmé went to her bed and closed her eyes trying to looking not looking forward to the next few days.
o-o-o
The next couple of days flew by quickly and it was already the day of the festival. Leia could hardly wait to have Memily's custard bread.
The first part of the day was magical for the six-year-old. Being a part of the parade and going into the garden picking the blossoms. Interacting with all the citizens and spending time with her family.
It was a perfect day…
Now she was in her parent's closet getting ready for the ball that night. She had her make-up and hair done quickly. She put on her dress and shoes, then walked with her sister by her side to the ballroom.
Leia with a big smile stood up tall and walked with her commanding presence through the doors. It earned a proud smile from both of her parents.
She walked into the Palace ballroom full of color. With people smiling, laughing and giving off joy through the force. The decorations add to the joy to everyone in the crowd.
But she quickly noticed there were people dressed in black.
They didn't smile like the rest of the guests. They all had this indifferent look on their faces, like they weren't having any fun, or noticing any of the beautiful flowers or decorations. She felt this uncomfortable energy through the force from them too.
Leia started to stew about this when she saw them still being rude during her father's speech. The bad man (she started calling them), she managed to peak into one of their minds and did not like their thoughts. It reminded her of this mean boy in her class named Jorol Corliss.
As soon as Bail finished his speech, the six-year-old noticed some of the men were dispersing.
With her temper starting to spike she spotted one near the bathroom. She got up and made her way toward him. The princess was less than two spaces away when a somebody grabbed her hand and stopped her. Leia was frightened for a second, not knowing who or what grabbed her. The hand took her to a disserted hallway. She was silent because she knew who took her out of the party.
Memily, one of the servants in the Palace, is close to both Leia and Padmé. She had agreed to keep an eye, Leia, knowing that Bail and Bertha are stretched thin. She saw the princess's mood shift as her father was speaking. She was well aware of Leia's headstrong attitude and standing up for what she believes in. She also knows the Princess was going to follow in her father's and mother's footsteps.
Leia now had a guilty look on her face. The princess was mad that Padmé was not there to share this festival with her. The little force user did promised her that she was going to stay out of trouble. She did not like getting her mother mad, or disappointing in her.
Leia was going to do both with her actions in the Palace Ballroom. She looked into Memily's dark eyes and was ready to receive her punishment.
"Leia, why were you going up to one of the officers?" Memily asked already knowing the answer, she has seen her headstrong attitude before.
The young force user down cast her eyes trying to hide her guilt. "I don't knoww." She felt the weight of Memily's stare and she knows that answer wasn't going to cut it.
"I think you know what you were going to do…" Leia looked down again. "… and if you tell me now I promise not to tell your mother or father." The older woman gave the little a force user a warm, but stern look as she looked down at her.
"They were being meanie to daddy…" she said in a hushed tone, hiding her guilt. "…I wannted to somethng bout it like mommy and daddy does." She finished with a little tear. Leia only cried when the guilt really got to her.
Memily bent down to make Leia feel less threated. "I know that you want to help." she started softly whipping the tear that fell down the young princess's face. "But these men are dangerous. And you mommy told you to stay away from them for a good reason." Leia was silent as another tear fell down from her eye. She knew that Memily was right. She just want to stand up to them, let them know that is was not right to treat her father that way. Leia also knew that those men were the reason why her mother couldn't come to the festivals.
"I know where your heart is Leia." The princess felt Memily's mood start to soften. "Which is why I will do this for you." Leia perked up at this "I won't tell your mom what happened. But I going to have to send you to your room for the rest of the night." The servant finished in a serious voice.
Leia's face turned into a pout, but she didn't push her luck. She knew how her mother would react if she found out what happened. "Fine." Leia huffed. Letting Memily know unhappy she was about missing the rest of the night.
One of the normal staff took a reluctant Leia back to her room, where they stayed with her till Memily made it back to watch over her till the dinner was over. The older woman had gone to Bail earlier and told him that Leia had a bad stomach ache. It was nothing serious but she was finished for the night.
Bail wanting to make sure that Leia was okay, made his way to her room. Her room was dark and her shades were drawn. She was asleep, with her head facing her window. Her blanket was pushed up to her neck and Bail just looked down at his precious daughter. He then inched closer to place a kiss on the side of the head.
As he went to lean down, Leia turned over and opened her eyes to see her dad in front of her face. She had been pretending to sleep and felt her father entered. She waited to see what he was going to do. When she heard him walk closer, she decided to greet him.
"Daddy." Said the Alderaanian princess with a smile. She felt her father's smile as his hand rubbed her cheek and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" Asked Bail. Leia smiled as she remembered what Memily told that her dad that she wasn't feeling well.
"I feel better daddy, my tummy was hurting." She quietly.
"That is good because Memily saved you a big piece of Custard bread." He said in a hushed voice. He saw his daughter's eyes widen at the fact that she was going to get her favorite treat.
"Daddy?" Leia asked softly changing the mood.
Bail sensing the change sat down at the edge of the bed and Leia sat up causing the blankets to fall off her neck. "What is it, sweetie?"
She took a breath "Why do the bad man have to come here?" Bail instantly frowned.
"The bad men have come here because we have to show them that we like the Empire. We have to show them that there is no reason to hurt our planet." Bail said to his daughter the best way he could. The truth ways the Empire was scrutinizing Alderaan more so than ever. Bail was certain that the escalated presence at the festival. It just made him worry for Alderaan, the rebellion, and his family even more.
"I don't like them they're mean." Leia huffed a little.
"I don't like them either, but we have to be cordial to them, it's an important part of being a senator." Bail tried to explain the best he could. He saw the twinkle in her eye when he said, senator. The same one he saw every time he brought his work up.
The Alderaanian prince saw it in her when she watched the old Holo of him in the Senate. When she watched her mother and Bertha in their role leading their country. Bail was also aware what her powers meant for her and her future. Especially since they had gotten the news about Luke's death.
Bail also knows his daughter and when she has an idea of what she wants to do she goes after it. She is incredibly stubborn just like her mother.
Coming back to his conversation with Leia he was going to wish her a good night and make his way to bed. But Leia's determined attitude is quelled even when she isn't feeling good.
"Are they reason why mommy's not here?" Leia asked softly with sad eyes. She felt Bail's signature dampen at the question.
The senator took a breath and summoned the rest his strength to answer her question. "The galaxy now is a dangerous place…" He gave Leia a serious stare that frightened her a little bit. The senator took a breath before he answered. It still astounded him how perceptive she is at her age.
"Your mother has to stay away from the bad men, for many reasons. Reasons I can't really explain to you without mother…" He saw Leia's expression fall a little bit at the mention of her mother.
"… I understand that you want answers, force knows you will have them…" He gave her a smile that instantly calmed the little girl. "…but to keep you, your sister, and mothers safe. You must let me protect you…" He gave Leia another serious look "And that means staying away from the bad men… no matter what."
"Okayy daddy," Leia said hoping her face gave nothing away. Her pride usually demanded that she pushed for more answers. But, knowing that she got off easy tonight, she wasn't going to push luck. So she accepted her father's answers… For now.
"Well I am tired and I feeling that you are too…" Leia gave a smile. "…So it's time to go to sleep, my little angel." Bail said as he kissed her forehead and tucked her in.
Leia smiled again. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you too Leia." Said Bail with a smile.
Leia turned to face the window and smile. She was happy that her daddy came to say goodnight.
She gazed out through the window at the mountain landscape wondering what her mommy was doing…
o-o-o
Padmé had a different experience during the Festival. The night before the festival made her way to the cottage. She and Bail thought it would be better if she hid inside the trunk of the speeder while leaving some containers in the seat that contained food. She had received a comm that they were low on food. It made it easier to hide the speeder under the guise of supplies for the festival.
It was very uncomfortable for the duration of the ride. When she finally made to the cottage, she was greeted by a surprisingly calm Obi-Wan.
"Hey, Padmé." He said as he pulled her out of the trunk. She gave a smile to the old Jedi, as she got out.
"Hello, Obi-Wan." She said with a smile.
She heard Threepio starting to babble about getting the food out before it went sour. The older woman helped the droid empty out the rest of the speeder. She then went for her bags and noticed something in the trunk. It was a wooden crate, she felt stupid for not seeing it earlier.
She looked closer and saw the seal on the crate. It was the same seal used at Alderaan's finest winery. The rebel leader gave the crate a tug a realized it was still full.
"Are you need of assistance Mistress?" C-3PO ask from the entrance of the cottage.
Padmé hesitated. She was sure that this speeder might have been used to bring this wine to the Palace for the festival. It was wrong to just take it instead of asking first, but it was a big case. She didn't have anything for herself from the festival she never got to attend. She knew that Ahsoka and Obi-Wan didn't have any access to anything fancy like this at the cottage.
"Yes Threepio, could you bring this crate into the kitchen… and open it?" The former senator gave a smile.
"Of course Mistress." Replied C-3PO.
The rebel leader smiled but then quickly remembered Obi-Wan was in the kitchen. She made to the kitchen in time to see the old Jedi with his irritating disappointment look.
"Don't look at me that." The thirty-four-year-old said quickly. Meeting with her own annoyed look. "They won't miss them. Besides, I think we earned it."
He still gave her that I don't approve of what you are doing look, as she stocked the bottles in the cabinet on top.
"Where are Ahsoka and Galen, I thought they would be here?" Padmé said with a little disappointment. Despite the how she thought of Luke when she was with him, the little boy had carved a special place in her heart.
"Ahsoka took Galen out for a camping trip they will be back tomorrow morning." Said Obi-Wan with a little concern. She understands how risky it is with the amount of Imperial officer attending the festival at the Palace.
"I know I am worried too, but I doubt Vader or Palpatine will come to Alderaan for a festival." She said with concern in her voice, she didn't miss the visible flinch Obi-Wan had at the mention of the two Sith lords.
"I guess I will freshen up now," Padmé said to break the moment. She made it to the room and went into the fresher.
She wasn't sure what to with herself. She knew that she was limited with what she could do. But she had anticipated being around Ahsoka and Galen. Distracting her from her thoughts and worry.
She splashed some water on her face and let out a deep sigh. She is only going to be alone with Obi-Wan till the morning. She went back into the bedroom that had a twin bed in the corner of the room. She sat down on the big bed in the room.
"Mistress Padmé, I am starting dinner now, would like some of the wine with the dinner I prepare?" Ask the gold droid who sounded sharper after a recent tune-up.
"Yes, that would be lovely," Padmé said with a smile. There are no children around, and it had been a long time since she indulged with a little wine.
o-o-o
A glass of wine turned into a bottle, then the drinking continued after dinner ended. The rebel leader normally put together and in control was completely slushed. And Obi-Wan wasn't farther behind.
The uptight Jedi was against drinking the wine especially because it didn't belong to them. He looked at the rich red liquid in his glass and decided that he need to take the edge off as well. One glass became two then another bottle and they both ended up outside looking up at the thick fog.
They had reached a silence. After a bunch of not controlled actions when the alcohol buzz was in full swing. The former senator though suddenly remembered what she imagined a few days ago and broke the silence.
"I thought about him today…" Padmé said with a few hiccups attached to it.
Obi-Wan who was in his own alcoholic haze, felt his Jedi instincts kick in.
"I imagined that he was there with and our children." She feels her mood somber. " We would have- so much fun at the festival…" Padmé droned on, as she took another swig from the bottle that was nearly gone. At this point her senses were numb and she didn't feel the shift in the Jedi's mood so she continued on. "…he would have been so sweet with me and the twins…" Then a realization hit her.
Luke. She felt that memory flash before her eyes, the first time… the only time she ever saw her boy. Then a paralyzing sorrow started to take over her body.
The aging Jedi master was about to leave his friend. He always avoids having a deeper conversation about his fallen Padawan, but he felt her mood shift. He turned and saw the former senator starting to sob.
"Padmé…" He said as she started to sob harder. Obi-Wan was about to speak again but she beat him to it.
"I don't know what he looks like..." she said in a soft voice. The Auburn Jedi didn't say anything as he came closer to her. "I told myself when I was asleep, that if I wake up my children would be there. They need me. Despite the horrible things Anakin had done, they would be proof there was still good in him. " Her tears continued to fall. The old force user sent calm to his friend and let her continue to speak. It had been a while since her grief had gotten this bad.
"I keep imaging a life with all of them…" she smiled sadly. "Anakin, Leia, and Luke. But I can't imagine his face… All I see is his first breath with his eyes closed." She closed her eyes as the tears fell. Obi-Wan and put his arm around his friend as she continued to cry. He felt an ache in his heart for his friend whenever she talked about Luke. Having as much wine as he had, something slip out about Luke.
"He had his eyes." He said in a soft voice. Padmé ceased her sobbing, uncurled herself to look into Obi-Wan's sorrowful eyes.
"What did you say?" She said with hysterics in her voice.
"Luke had his eyes." The older man lets a tear fall down. "When I took him from your bedside, he opened his eyes to ask me what I was doing…" He said in a controlled tone. He felt Padmé hang on his every word. So he continued. "…I also saw his wisps of blonde hair on his head,… I have no doubt he would have looked like Anakin…" Obi-Wan finished with a somber tone. It was never easy saying his fallen brother's name.
Padmé gently pulled away from the aging Jedi master. A few minutes passed till she looked up at him again. "You know when I first found out I was pregnant, I thought it was a boy. A boy who would look just like him…" she took a breath and pondered her next words.
She never talked about Anakin with Obi-Wan. It was one of those things she and he had a silent understanding about. But from what he just told her she felt it was time to break it.
"…Anakin thought we were going to have a little girl. I guess he wanted her to look like me…" she looked at Obi-Wan's sorrowful look… she also detected guilt, a looked he wore anytime she talked about Luke or Anakin. Instead of running off, or scolding for her choices like he usually does he just sat there and listen. Which she was thankful for.
The silence stretched on, and the fatigue started to set in. The Rebel leader opened her mouth to say something, but vomit instead of words came out.
This snapped Obi-Wan out of the crippling pain he was feeling. He rushed over to Padmé to hold back her hair as she was spilling the contents of her stomach.
"I think we are done for the night." He said as she coughed the rest of it out.
She stood up but was uneasy on her feet. The Jedi had sobered up a little bit so he was able to help her walk. He saw the tears coming down her cheek.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Padmé said quietly, she let Obi-Wan guide her to the bedroom.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this…" She said again. Almost in a trance, she said one more as she lied on the big bed. She looked out on through the window as she fell into an uneasy sleep.
o-o-o
The next morning the fog was extra thick. It took Ahsoka an extra half hour to get back to the cottage. Galen went straight to the bathroom which was in the only bedroom.
When the little force user was finished he looked over to the bed and noticed that there was someone sleeping. He was about to poke it, then Ahsoka walked in. she saw what he was about to do and stopped him.
"No, let Padmé sleep…" Then she heard a loud snore and tuned to the twin bed where the former general was sleeping. She also noticed that Threepio was still in his power down mood.
The female force user was curious her friend was always an early riser. The day cycle was past morning. She reached out farther to and felt that her friend was not feeling good. And then she saw a wine bottle next to the bed.
Ahsoka then quickly reached out to feel the old Jedi. He was not as intoxicate as her friend was, but he was still bad.
"Gee," she said softly. the young boy turned to his head from the sleeping woman. "Why don't we go into the kitchen. We make some food." The young force user smiled as he walked to the kitchen.
Ahsoka started making breakfast and Galen was playing with some of his Star fighter toys (Padmé had insisted on buying them.). She heard a groan from the other room and wondered who it was.
Shortly after she heard the noise the older force user emerged looking more tired than usual.
"You're finally up." Ahsoka said as she turned back to focus on the food she was making. He gave her a strange look as he looked at the chronos to indicate how late in the day it was.
"Why are you making breakfast this… late?" Obi-Wan said in his faint accented voice.
"We haven't had breakfast in a while like this," She said as she started the eggs on the stove. "I think the both of you need this after the night the both of you had.
Obi-Wan didn't say anything as he took a seat in the small dining room.
Ahsoka was finishing up the eggs when she heard another groan from the bedroom.
"Breakfast is ready!" She said to the guys in the room. They all gathered at the small kitchen table and quietly enjoyed their late breakfast.
Not that much later Padmé emerged and took a seat at the table. She looked dishevel and tired.
"Rough night?" Ahsoka asked trying to break the tense silence.
"You could say that." Replied the rebel leader. She felt like hell. But her mind was still racing from what Obi-Wan had told her. Luke had his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes his father had. It did hurt her heart that she never saw them on him. But she knew more about him then she had before.
It made him more real.
The rest of the meal passed with a little conversation between the four. As the finished, Padmé rushed to power up Threepio. He threw a fit that no woke him and his day cycle was messed up.
The rest of the day passed quickly and Padmé was feeling better. The three adults spent time with Galen until Threepio made dinner for everyone.
After dinner Galen and Obi-Wan went to bed because of how tired they both were. That left the former senator alone with Ahsoka. Who has been giving her questioning looks all day. Padmé was debating in her head whether to tell her about Luke… it was hard enough keeping it from Leia. And the former senator knew how perceptive Ahsoka is.
With her Caf in had they both sat in the same spot outside of the cottage. Staring out into the endless fog Ahsoka broke the silence.
"I know you both drank a lot last night," Padmé looked up from her cup knowing what was coming next. "It's none of my business and I know you need to blow off some steam," Ahsoka took a breath and looked at her close friend. "But I know you were in pain," She took a breath. "I know you still are. Do you want to talk about him?" Padmé shed a tear as she nodded.
"There is something that you need to know, something I can't tell Leia… not yet." Ahsoka's face morphs into one of confusion. "The day Leia was born, something unexpected happened," Padmé felt another tear fall down her cheek. "I had a son that day too."
Ahsoka looked stunned. Twins! She had Twins! Oh. Of course! Skywalker never did anything in halves… wait if she had a son then where... oh no!
"Oh Padmé," She put her cup down, put her arms the rebel leader as she cried. Ahsoka felt the same hallowing pain that she felt from her friend. After a few minutes Padmé calmed down enough to talk again.
"He was born first," she said with a smile. "Before I passed out, I named him Luke." Ahsoka gave her a smile. "When I woke up Obi-Wan had already taken him to Tatooine and Leia to Alderaan," Ahsoka leaned down to take a sip from her cup. "When I got Alderaan, Obi-Wan went to retrieve Luke… but he was too late." Tears poured down her face again. "He was murdered along with Anakin's step family." The Togruta's eyes started to water.
She now understood why it was so painful around Leia's lifeday. It tore her up to know that someone is her family has to go through this. Along with her husband and everything else in the galaxy.
"I didn't get to hold him, I barley saw him after he was born." Padmé calmed down a little bit and started to smile a little. "Last night I found out he had his eyes. With little whips of blonde hair." The rebel leader let out a low squeak. It came out of as mixed grief and joyous sound.
"Luke would have looked like you too," Ahsoka said to Padmé. To try to lighten the mood.
Surprisingly it did.
"Yes. He would've had my mouth or my nose." Padmé said in a low voice. This didn't bring pain. Possibly it was Ahsoka trying to make her feel better with the force. Or it was helping her put together this puzzle in her mind.
"Luke may have gotten your chin," Ahsoka could see it.
"No he would've had his chin, but he would've had my nose." She said playfully.
"He might've had your height." Ahsoka said. She saw Leia and knew that she wasn't going to be a tall as her father. It's possible Luke would've been short too.
"No I wouldn't want that for Luke. Always having look up to his fa- to everyone else." She caught herself before she said father.
"Either way he would've had your gentle disposition." Ahsoka noticed the slip but didn't say anything.
"Yes I think so." She replied.
"I am not mad," Padmé gave Ahsoka a small smile. The rebel leader had kept so many secrets.
"Thank you, Soka. That means a lot to me." The two of them sat in silence for a while. Enjoying the stillness of the forest. The two women finally called it a night.
Padmé lied down and made herself comfortable in the same bed she used last night. She felt better after she talked to Ahsoka. Even after they talked about Luke. It still saddens her to think about her son, how he never had a chance. But tonight she was able to feel some joy talking about Luke.
She closed her eyes as she faced the opened window. That night she dreamed of a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
AN: I do not have a Bata reader but I am always trying to fix my story so as I updated the earlier chapter might change.
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