CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
THE NEW SKYWALKERS
Once back at the Skywalkers house, everything was perfect. Leia was very happy with her new sister and every morning she would fight with Sabé to help little Shmi get dressed. Anakin was impressed with his daughter's (Leia) cares and feelings towards her little sister, it was amazing. Leia became Shmi's 'babysitter', being by her side all day and taking care of her. at nights, when she heard the baby cry, she would get up and see what was wrong. She sang tunes for her, played with her, and everything a loving and caring big sister would do for her little baby sister.
Luke continued his training. Obi-Wan was impressed with the boy's progress, it was like nothing he had ever seen or heard of before. It was easy to train Luke, because he was obedient and well disciplined. Not like his father when he was a Padawan... Obi-Wan made sure to say that every time he was at the Skywalkers. And Anakin was a little tired of hearing it.
Anakin was very happy. He had his powers back and was a Jedi Knight again; Luke was training to become a Jedi with his former master and best friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi; Leia was delighted with her little sister and loved her deeply; Padmé was as happy as she had ever been and he had a new daughter. He loved Shmi so much it hurt. He couldn't believe he had another child, it was amazing to him, even though she wasn't HIS child, it was Padmé's. But even so, he felt connected with Shmi, there was something, some bond between them that could never be broke. Maybe it was because neither of the two had a biological father, but Anakin was going to make sure she had a REAL father, the only father that mattered. He treated her equally, there were no differences between her and the twins. From his eyes, they were all his children, were the same, perfect and beautiful.
Padmé was glowing, her smile was. I say that she was glowing because she smiled all the time and her smile brightened up her face. Her children with Anakin were perfect and doing great, each one of them with their own buisness. And Shmi, her little Shmi, was amazing. She felt so connected with her, they could feel what the other felt, and it was always happiness. When Anakin told her that he was going to be the baby's father, she almost pass out. When Anakin insisted that Shmi's last name should be Skywalker, she almost die. That was so sweet of him, she couldn't believe it, but for Anakin, it was pretty obvious that her baby was going to be as much Skywalker as the twins. It was all so natural... When he first introduced Shmi to the council, he said "This beautiful girl you see here, is Shmi Skywalker, my daughter". Padmé's eyes welled with tears when Anakin said that, and cried all over again when she remembered it. He was always carrying Shmi, telling her stories, playing with her and also SANG TO HER!!. Anakin wasn't much of an audience singer, but with Shmi, he made an exception. He loved the baby so much it soothed Padmé. She knew that nothing would ever happen to Shmi as long as Anakin was by her side. She couldn't wait for her Jedi training to start.
Little Shmi was the luckiest baby in the universe. She was the real Chosen One, she had a beautiful big sister that loved her to death, a caring father that lived to see her smile and a spectacular mother that was just like her. Padmé loved to call her "Mini me" (A/N: I needed to write that), because she looked just like her and had the same personality and character. Oh yes, everything was going amazingly well for six months old Shmi Skywalker...
For now. . .