-Ok first thing to know, if you think there is something random its all her
fault! *points to Evil Child* she wanted me to put this in when I first
told her about it and since she has moved I only feel it the write thing to
do so here you go Evil Child.
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Come Back To Me My Love
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Chapter 8: Luke and the Cookies
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Padme was sitting on one of the stairs of the small staircase up to the second floor of her home. She had been crying for two and a half hours now hoping to god that both of them would be all right and that they would both return home safely.
She had put Leia to sleep telling her that everything was going to be alright and that Luke would be home soon and nothing was going to be wrong, but she knew that she only said that aloud to her daughter because she needed to hear her self say those words of enragement.
She wiped away her tears and rose from her distorted state and walked into her bedroom. Padme dressed into her nightgown and crawled into her bed, hugging a pillow and curling into a ball.
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The swoop bike halted as Anakin dismounted taking the now sleeping Luke into his arms. Luke was still weak and Anakin knew the best thing for him right now was to let him rest. He carried him into his room and laid him down onto this bed. Anakin took Luke's covers and laid them atop him, but before leaving he placed a light-feathering kiss atop his sons head and walked to his wife's room.
He sat beside Padme and rubbed her back. "He is sleeping now."
Padme turned to face him. She was trying to hide her tear stained face, and it was not really going as she has planed because Anakin had taken his thumbs and gently wiped them away while caressing her cheek.
Anakin shortly after climbed into the bed and laid beside her. He turned to face her; he had something very important to tell her, but all those thoughts quickly vanished as he felt her small delicate body snuggle into his for a comfort only he could give. He rapped his arms around her and looked down into her face then lightly kissed her on the lips before closing his eyes like she had to go to sleep.
The door side open as of a small taping of feet came across the floor. A little hand lightly tugged upon Padme's nightdress. "Mommy? Mommy? Are you awake?"
"I am now?" She slowly opened her eyes to and became face to face with a bruised Luke. "Oh My God! Come here! Your hurt let Mommy help!" She pulled him onto the bed. "Stay here Mommy will be right back." She rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Luke looked over at Anakin was also looking at him and smiled. Then from out of the blew he hugged him. "DADDY!"
"Hey, I see your feeling better. . ." Anakin answered in a groggy voice.
Padme walked back out and sat beside Luke and start cleaning and rapping his scrapes and bruises. "So what did you want to see me for?"
"Will you make me cookies?" asked Luke.
"Cookies?. . .Um . . . Anakin why don't you help Luke make cookies?" she said glaring at him.
"But he is your son" answered Anakin laying his head back down.
"He is not my son at three in the morning so . . . go . . . make . . . him . . . COOKIES! Besides just think of it as father son bonding. Now go make him some cookies." Padme was now gritting her teeth.
"Alright. Luke why don't you go to the kitchen I will be down there soon."
"OKAY!" Luke trotted out of the room as best he could and went down stairs to the kitchen.
"I saw him hug you." Padme laid a hand on Anakin's muscular arm. "You don't know how much this means to him and me that you act like one too. Now go make those cookies I need sleep." She kissed him on the cheek and lay back down on the bed.
"Ok, oh mighty senator I will go make cookies. Get your rest." He kissed her shoulders and started for the Kitchen.
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Anakin was searching threw the cabinets now. Luke was sitting on the counter swinging his small legs back and forth lightly hitting the metal cabinet doors below enjoying the small clunk noise that could be heard ever few seconds.
"Finished yet?"
"No, Luke we haven't even gotten everything out yet."
"Um..kay.." He answered, swinging his legs back and forth still.
"Where does your mother keep the butter?" asked Anakin, while closing one of the cabinets.
"But, you're my Daddy too. You should know!" He answered smiling at him. His blue eyes gave off a small glint of happiness from the pale light shining down from the ceiling.
"Yes well Daddy has not been in this home very long and does no know where everything is." He opened another cabinet finding all that he needed.
He laughed to himself. "That's just like her, to label what things go with what food and who likes it the most." He pulled out the ingredients started to mix them in a bowl. "You know, I grew up here too."
Luke had wide eyes now. His face streaming with excitement. "You did?!"
Anakin nodded. "Yep, Not here over in Mos Espa. With my mother.I guess she would be your grandmother now wouldn't she?" He smiled. "Yeah, it was nice living with my mom..I got to fix all the speeders and pod racers too.I even built my own racer once. It was the fastest ever made." He was still stirring and he gave the spoon to Luke as he grabbed for a fork and another spoon; he started shovel out the cookie dough and place it in even roles along the cookie sheet.
"YOU DID! WOW! CAN YOU MAKE ME SOMETHING!"
"I am, I'm making you cookies. See" he dipped his finger in the bowl and placed a dab of cookie onto Luke's nose.
Luke rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "No that's a cookie. I want to you to make me something like that!" he pointed down at Anakin's belt.
"Like what?" He looked down and took his lightsaber out of the holster. "Oh this...I don't think I can do that your Mother would hurt me very badly." Luke was now staring at him his blue eyes shining that forsaken puppy dog look, that small plea for a gift. "Please? She would not do that she likes you."
"Yes, but you don't know your Mom like I do. She would I find away to blame me for it but.." Anakin looked down at Luke again. He tried so hard to not stare into those eye but they were filled a pending doom of blue pleading. "Alright lets make you that Light Saber. I just happen to have the prime ingredient with me." Anakin stuck his hand in a pocket and fished around, and then he pulled out a small blue crystal.
Luke smiled and jumped while seated off the counter and hurried over to the kitchen table. "Can it look just like yours?"
Anakin put the cookies into the oven and walked over and sat by his son and took out a small disk, which was filled with the plans for his own lighsaber. "Ok, just like this one, only we will make it a bit small so you don't topple forward when its on."
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A few hours had passed now. The cookies where out set on a plate ready to be taken up to Padme as Anakin and Luke pondered over where they could find all the parts for his son's lightsaber. "Are you sure you know where all these can be found Luke?"
He shook his franticly. "Yes." He looked out side now the suns where starting it rise, so it must be about 6:30 in the morning. "Can I go give Mommy the cookies now?"
"Of course! Come on lets get those cookies up there for her." He picked up look and let him hold onto his neck and move to his back as he picked up the cookies he gave his son a shore piggy back ride up to his wife's bedroom.
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-Well hoped you enjoyed. I am sorry for not updating as quickly as I had hoped I just could not think of a good way to put this and I had to put his or I would have been "eaten" or so EvilChild says.
-Please Read & Review
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Come Back To Me My Love
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Chapter 8: Luke and the Cookies
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Padme was sitting on one of the stairs of the small staircase up to the second floor of her home. She had been crying for two and a half hours now hoping to god that both of them would be all right and that they would both return home safely.
She had put Leia to sleep telling her that everything was going to be alright and that Luke would be home soon and nothing was going to be wrong, but she knew that she only said that aloud to her daughter because she needed to hear her self say those words of enragement.
She wiped away her tears and rose from her distorted state and walked into her bedroom. Padme dressed into her nightgown and crawled into her bed, hugging a pillow and curling into a ball.
-~-
The swoop bike halted as Anakin dismounted taking the now sleeping Luke into his arms. Luke was still weak and Anakin knew the best thing for him right now was to let him rest. He carried him into his room and laid him down onto this bed. Anakin took Luke's covers and laid them atop him, but before leaving he placed a light-feathering kiss atop his sons head and walked to his wife's room.
He sat beside Padme and rubbed her back. "He is sleeping now."
Padme turned to face him. She was trying to hide her tear stained face, and it was not really going as she has planed because Anakin had taken his thumbs and gently wiped them away while caressing her cheek.
Anakin shortly after climbed into the bed and laid beside her. He turned to face her; he had something very important to tell her, but all those thoughts quickly vanished as he felt her small delicate body snuggle into his for a comfort only he could give. He rapped his arms around her and looked down into her face then lightly kissed her on the lips before closing his eyes like she had to go to sleep.
The door side open as of a small taping of feet came across the floor. A little hand lightly tugged upon Padme's nightdress. "Mommy? Mommy? Are you awake?"
"I am now?" She slowly opened her eyes to and became face to face with a bruised Luke. "Oh My God! Come here! Your hurt let Mommy help!" She pulled him onto the bed. "Stay here Mommy will be right back." She rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Luke looked over at Anakin was also looking at him and smiled. Then from out of the blew he hugged him. "DADDY!"
"Hey, I see your feeling better. . ." Anakin answered in a groggy voice.
Padme walked back out and sat beside Luke and start cleaning and rapping his scrapes and bruises. "So what did you want to see me for?"
"Will you make me cookies?" asked Luke.
"Cookies?. . .Um . . . Anakin why don't you help Luke make cookies?" she said glaring at him.
"But he is your son" answered Anakin laying his head back down.
"He is not my son at three in the morning so . . . go . . . make . . . him . . . COOKIES! Besides just think of it as father son bonding. Now go make him some cookies." Padme was now gritting her teeth.
"Alright. Luke why don't you go to the kitchen I will be down there soon."
"OKAY!" Luke trotted out of the room as best he could and went down stairs to the kitchen.
"I saw him hug you." Padme laid a hand on Anakin's muscular arm. "You don't know how much this means to him and me that you act like one too. Now go make those cookies I need sleep." She kissed him on the cheek and lay back down on the bed.
"Ok, oh mighty senator I will go make cookies. Get your rest." He kissed her shoulders and started for the Kitchen.
-~-
Anakin was searching threw the cabinets now. Luke was sitting on the counter swinging his small legs back and forth lightly hitting the metal cabinet doors below enjoying the small clunk noise that could be heard ever few seconds.
"Finished yet?"
"No, Luke we haven't even gotten everything out yet."
"Um..kay.." He answered, swinging his legs back and forth still.
"Where does your mother keep the butter?" asked Anakin, while closing one of the cabinets.
"But, you're my Daddy too. You should know!" He answered smiling at him. His blue eyes gave off a small glint of happiness from the pale light shining down from the ceiling.
"Yes well Daddy has not been in this home very long and does no know where everything is." He opened another cabinet finding all that he needed.
He laughed to himself. "That's just like her, to label what things go with what food and who likes it the most." He pulled out the ingredients started to mix them in a bowl. "You know, I grew up here too."
Luke had wide eyes now. His face streaming with excitement. "You did?!"
Anakin nodded. "Yep, Not here over in Mos Espa. With my mother.I guess she would be your grandmother now wouldn't she?" He smiled. "Yeah, it was nice living with my mom..I got to fix all the speeders and pod racers too.I even built my own racer once. It was the fastest ever made." He was still stirring and he gave the spoon to Luke as he grabbed for a fork and another spoon; he started shovel out the cookie dough and place it in even roles along the cookie sheet.
"YOU DID! WOW! CAN YOU MAKE ME SOMETHING!"
"I am, I'm making you cookies. See" he dipped his finger in the bowl and placed a dab of cookie onto Luke's nose.
Luke rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "No that's a cookie. I want to you to make me something like that!" he pointed down at Anakin's belt.
"Like what?" He looked down and took his lightsaber out of the holster. "Oh this...I don't think I can do that your Mother would hurt me very badly." Luke was now staring at him his blue eyes shining that forsaken puppy dog look, that small plea for a gift. "Please? She would not do that she likes you."
"Yes, but you don't know your Mom like I do. She would I find away to blame me for it but.." Anakin looked down at Luke again. He tried so hard to not stare into those eye but they were filled a pending doom of blue pleading. "Alright lets make you that Light Saber. I just happen to have the prime ingredient with me." Anakin stuck his hand in a pocket and fished around, and then he pulled out a small blue crystal.
Luke smiled and jumped while seated off the counter and hurried over to the kitchen table. "Can it look just like yours?"
Anakin put the cookies into the oven and walked over and sat by his son and took out a small disk, which was filled with the plans for his own lighsaber. "Ok, just like this one, only we will make it a bit small so you don't topple forward when its on."
-~-
A few hours had passed now. The cookies where out set on a plate ready to be taken up to Padme as Anakin and Luke pondered over where they could find all the parts for his son's lightsaber. "Are you sure you know where all these can be found Luke?"
He shook his franticly. "Yes." He looked out side now the suns where starting it rise, so it must be about 6:30 in the morning. "Can I go give Mommy the cookies now?"
"Of course! Come on lets get those cookies up there for her." He picked up look and let him hold onto his neck and move to his back as he picked up the cookies he gave his son a shore piggy back ride up to his wife's bedroom.
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-Well hoped you enjoyed. I am sorry for not updating as quickly as I had hoped I just could not think of a good way to put this and I had to put his or I would have been "eaten" or so EvilChild says.
-Please Read & Review
