I wrote this one quickly didn't I? I can't believe I wrote something early!
*Smiles*
--- "You're getting it everywhere!"
Padme was between laughing and scolding, as Anakin attempted for the third time to give Luke some of his yoghurt and for the third time, got the yoghurt all over Luke's clothes. Of course, the twins thought this was hilarious, and were almost red in the face with laughing.
Padme just shook her head and smiled, and in the middle of what seemed like a galactic war between the yoghurt and the infant's mouth, Anakin couldn't help but smile a little too.
"This isn't easy!" he grumbled, has his son kept laughing and the yoghurt kept spilling, and this time he managed to get some on Leia, who was centimetres way on her mothers lap and not happy at all when stray yoghurt hit her arm, which she proudly wiped on her brother, who then attempted to wipe it back.
"Hey!" Padme said, "Stop being spiteful, both of you!"
But the twins kept going until both twins tumbled off their father. They sat on the floor for a moment, just lying there, stunned. Luke's tears where the first to break, and as if taking permission, Leia started wailing along too.
Siri, who'd been outside had heard the wailing and came in. Seeing the scene before her, Guami Yoghurt everywhere, two wailing children on the floor and a kneeling mother fussing over them, she could only stare and mutter something about "It could only be Skywalker's," and went to see if she could help the young mother.
"I'm sorry, they were fighting...and they slipped." Anakin began; beginning to look a little distressed himself.
"Oh, they're toddlers," Padme grinned, gladly taking a tissue from Siri and trying to clean the children up, "They do nothing but fall."
"Should have a warning label," Siri said, rolling her eyes and doing her best to help clean up the fidgety girl. She wasn't the most maternal woman alive, but who would have thought killing sith lords would be easier than taking care of twin toddlers? She wouldn't have.
"Come on, lets get you two home before you blow up the Temple," Padme smiled, at the two now mostly cleaned up but sniffley twins.
"I'll take them to the speeder," her unspoken message was clear, giving the young couple a minute alone, as she took both relatively settled children in her arms.
"That went well," Anakin whispered softly, as Siri shut the door. "I know you don't think so," Padme said softly. She sat gently where her children had sat minutes before, and took his hands in hers. "But it did."
"Yeah, I even gave them something," He sighed, putting his head on her shoulder, "Bruises."
"They're toddlers, they get bruises all the time!" She shook her head, "Force, when Luke started walking, he broke everything in sight, cuts and bruises everywhere!" she smiled suddenly, "He's so much like you, you know."
"Sure," he said ruefully, "Mister Destruction, that's me."
"I didn't mean that,"
"Then what did you mean?"
"I mean." she grinned to herself, "He's so curious about everything. He's always wondering off to looking in this and that. Not to mention the obsession - yes, my three year old has an obsession! - flying. He sees a ship or a scoot, and immediately he wants near it. That's what I meant."
"I can see you in Leia," he said softly.
"Oh yes, well she's a bossy little miss, I'll give her that. Never holds back exactly what she thinks." Padme rolled her eyes.
"Willing to speak out is something to be admired, the regal presence that can fill a room."
He would have said more, but Padme cut him off with a kiss.
---
"How are feeling?" Obi-Wans' voice came across the room, and the pre-dusk light lit the room and its shadowy figure.
"Okay." Anakin whispered, then crinkled his brow, "Where were you?"
"Stomach bug. I'm fine now though," He sat on the chair opposite the bed where Anakin was lying reading. "I imagine Siri with toddlers was an interesting sight though," he grinned.
"Yeah," he smiled faintly.
"Reading?"
"Mmhmm."
"Where'd you get the book?"
"Padme brought it."
"And I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he muttered, "I'll leave you in peace. Would you like me to close the curtains?"
Anakin shook his head, "I like to look at the stars,"
Obi-Wan nodded, but shivered, feeling a cold breeze down his spine. He supposed the window was open, and shut the door.
Anakin pulled the blanket up over him, "I wondered when you'd start this," Anakin commented to the empty room. "It's very predictable."
Then he turned towards the wall, and began to read again, seemingly not worried that the window wasn't open, or that he was not alone.
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Well I think I deserve a cliffhanger for writing this so quickly. Thank you for all the wonderful comments, which I love, I'm happy you're enjoying it.
--- "You're getting it everywhere!"
Padme was between laughing and scolding, as Anakin attempted for the third time to give Luke some of his yoghurt and for the third time, got the yoghurt all over Luke's clothes. Of course, the twins thought this was hilarious, and were almost red in the face with laughing.
Padme just shook her head and smiled, and in the middle of what seemed like a galactic war between the yoghurt and the infant's mouth, Anakin couldn't help but smile a little too.
"This isn't easy!" he grumbled, has his son kept laughing and the yoghurt kept spilling, and this time he managed to get some on Leia, who was centimetres way on her mothers lap and not happy at all when stray yoghurt hit her arm, which she proudly wiped on her brother, who then attempted to wipe it back.
"Hey!" Padme said, "Stop being spiteful, both of you!"
But the twins kept going until both twins tumbled off their father. They sat on the floor for a moment, just lying there, stunned. Luke's tears where the first to break, and as if taking permission, Leia started wailing along too.
Siri, who'd been outside had heard the wailing and came in. Seeing the scene before her, Guami Yoghurt everywhere, two wailing children on the floor and a kneeling mother fussing over them, she could only stare and mutter something about "It could only be Skywalker's," and went to see if she could help the young mother.
"I'm sorry, they were fighting...and they slipped." Anakin began; beginning to look a little distressed himself.
"Oh, they're toddlers," Padme grinned, gladly taking a tissue from Siri and trying to clean the children up, "They do nothing but fall."
"Should have a warning label," Siri said, rolling her eyes and doing her best to help clean up the fidgety girl. She wasn't the most maternal woman alive, but who would have thought killing sith lords would be easier than taking care of twin toddlers? She wouldn't have.
"Come on, lets get you two home before you blow up the Temple," Padme smiled, at the two now mostly cleaned up but sniffley twins.
"I'll take them to the speeder," her unspoken message was clear, giving the young couple a minute alone, as she took both relatively settled children in her arms.
"That went well," Anakin whispered softly, as Siri shut the door. "I know you don't think so," Padme said softly. She sat gently where her children had sat minutes before, and took his hands in hers. "But it did."
"Yeah, I even gave them something," He sighed, putting his head on her shoulder, "Bruises."
"They're toddlers, they get bruises all the time!" She shook her head, "Force, when Luke started walking, he broke everything in sight, cuts and bruises everywhere!" she smiled suddenly, "He's so much like you, you know."
"Sure," he said ruefully, "Mister Destruction, that's me."
"I didn't mean that,"
"Then what did you mean?"
"I mean." she grinned to herself, "He's so curious about everything. He's always wondering off to looking in this and that. Not to mention the obsession - yes, my three year old has an obsession! - flying. He sees a ship or a scoot, and immediately he wants near it. That's what I meant."
"I can see you in Leia," he said softly.
"Oh yes, well she's a bossy little miss, I'll give her that. Never holds back exactly what she thinks." Padme rolled her eyes.
"Willing to speak out is something to be admired, the regal presence that can fill a room."
He would have said more, but Padme cut him off with a kiss.
---
"How are feeling?" Obi-Wans' voice came across the room, and the pre-dusk light lit the room and its shadowy figure.
"Okay." Anakin whispered, then crinkled his brow, "Where were you?"
"Stomach bug. I'm fine now though," He sat on the chair opposite the bed where Anakin was lying reading. "I imagine Siri with toddlers was an interesting sight though," he grinned.
"Yeah," he smiled faintly.
"Reading?"
"Mmhmm."
"Where'd you get the book?"
"Padme brought it."
"And I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he muttered, "I'll leave you in peace. Would you like me to close the curtains?"
Anakin shook his head, "I like to look at the stars,"
Obi-Wan nodded, but shivered, feeling a cold breeze down his spine. He supposed the window was open, and shut the door.
Anakin pulled the blanket up over him, "I wondered when you'd start this," Anakin commented to the empty room. "It's very predictable."
Then he turned towards the wall, and began to read again, seemingly not worried that the window wasn't open, or that he was not alone.
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Well I think I deserve a cliffhanger for writing this so quickly. Thank you for all the wonderful comments, which I love, I'm happy you're enjoying it.