Calli1- thanks for reading! I appreciate the review.

Hello once again my loyal readers. As promised, today we have the bachelor and bacheloret parties. Fun, fun, fun.

Chapter 38

It was late by the time Valin and the Skywalkers landed, but that did not stop the boy from wanting to go find his father first thing. They took him to the room of Corran Horn, and a joyous reunion followed. Although Corran agreed that his son was too young to be out fighting in the war, he was very happy to see him.

By the time Luke and Mara crawled into bed, it was dawn. They were only able to receive a few hours of sleep before they heard a knocking sound on their bedroom door. "Come in," Mara called groggily.

Tahiri walked through the door. When she saw that the Skywalkers were still lying in bed, she took a step back and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

Luke sat up and pulled on his robe. "It's okay, Tahiri. What can we do for you?"

"I just wanted to make sure that you two know that the wedding is tomorrow. Jaina and Jag have been waiting for you guys to get back."

"That was fast," Mara stated.

"Yeah, but they've both already been through so much. I think that they are just ready to be happy." Tahiri had turned to walk away when she suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah, tonight I'm throwing a little bacheloret party for Jaina and I think that Kyp has taken care of one for Jag. You both are invited, obviously."

After Tahiri left the room, Luke said with a devilish grin, "Mmm a bachelor party. That sounds like fun."

"You better not have too much fun Farmboy, or I will have to show you what a bad boy you are."

"Is that a promise?"

"You bet."

Tahiri had spent the last few days planning this party and she wanted it to be perfect. After everything that Jaina had done for her, it was the least she could do in return. So far everything seemed to be running smoothly. Guests were beginning to arrive and the Skywalker apartment gradually began to fill.

Jaina walked up behind Tahiri as she was taking inventory of all the guests. "I really appreciate you doing this for me, Tah."

"No problem. I just hope you have fun tonight. After all, it is your bacheloret party."

"Don't worry, I will. As long as there are no strippers! That is so tacky!"

"Who would actually hire strippers the night before they get married?"

"Yeah baby, take it off!"

Cries such as this could be heard halfway down the hallway from Kyp Durron's room. He was throwing Jag a bachelor party, and someone had ordered strippers. Well, not exactly strippers, but Alema Rar and a couple of other really drunk female pilots who were willing to take their clothes off for a bunch of even drunker guys. But while most of the guests at the party seemed to be enjoying themselves, Jag kept running around like he had his head cut off. Doesn't he understand that this is his last night of freedom? He really needs to learn how to loosen up sometimes.

Even the revered Jedi Master Luke Skywalker seemed like he was having fun. Of course he wasn't stone drunk like some of his friends, or paying for a lap dance, but he was standing over in a corner of the room with Han Solo and Corran Horn, laughing at one obscene joke or another.

Walking up behind Jag, Kyp threw his arm over his shoulders. "Having fun?"

With a stress-filled sigh, Jag answered, "Of course, Kyp. Except for the fact that the half naked blonde over there making out with one of my pilots reminds me a little to much of my sister, and the Twi'lek girl dancing on the table keeps winking and gesturing towards me."

"Well, then why don't you go dance with her?"

"Maybe because I'm getting married tomorrow!"

"Ah, Jaina wouldn't mind. Here, let me go and get you a drink." Kyp walked off.

Muttering to himself, Jag said, "Jaina. What would she do if she knew what was going on over here?"

All of the women at Jaina's party were sitting in a circle in the living room, swapping stories about their husbands as they dined on several different types of dishes.

The group was currently laughing at a story being told by Iella Antilles about her husband, Wedge. "I love the man, but he just can't hold his liquor."

"Come to think of it, I've never seen Jag drunk before. Speaking of which, I hope they are all behaving over there."

"Don't worry Jaina. I'm sure they are just having a bit of good, clean fun. Just like us," her mother reassured.

Standing up from her seat at the couch, Tahiri said, "How about Jaina opens her gifts now."

"Guys, you didn't have to get me anything. This party was enough."

"We know, but still, you are going to be a bride and we needed to make sure you have all of the essentials," said Danni Quee.

Leia handed her daughter a small package. "Here are some earplugs, for whenever he won't stop whining and complaining about every little thing."

"And a cookbook, because lord knows that men can never so much as fix their own meal."

"And here's some super glue so that when he attempts to "fix" something and ends up making it worse, you can put it back together."

"Oh yes, and a map so that when he refuses to stop and ask for directions, you will be able to find where you are going."

By this time, all the girls were laughing again. Picking up her gift for Jaina, Mara leaned over and set it on the table. "Now this is more for him than it is for you."

Jaina unwrapped the shinny paper and opened up the box. Inside it laid a pair of shimmery, sheer blue lingerie. It had tiny spaghetti straps and a lace bodice, flowing out into silky see-through material. There was also a pair of matching silk blue panties. "Well, this isn't going to cover a whole lot!" Jaina said with a giggle.

"That's the point, sweetie. Don't worry; he'll be drooling as soon as he sees you in it. You can use it as your something blue for tomorrow."

"Thanks Aunt Mara, I love it. And I'm sure Jag will too."

At that moment, a now very drunken Jagged Fel was staring at the lingerie of a petite brunette girl who was settled on his lap, feeding him cherries.

"You know, you look a lot like Jaina," he said, his words slurring a bit. "Jaina is beautiful, you know, and I really love her. Jaina and I are getting married, you know."

Rolling her eyes, the girl simply said, "Yeah, I heard. This is your bachelor party right?"

"It is? You mean all of these girls are here for me? I've never had this many girls before."

Spilling a bit of her drink on his shirt, she said, "Yes, honey. We are all here for you." Laughing, she said, "We just want to make sure you get your moneys worth tonight."

"I'm paying you?"

Before the girl could respond, both Luke and Han grabbed one of her arms and began to haul her off. "Okay sweetheart, go find another guest to offer your services to. This one is a little bit taken for that." Slipping his arm under the shoulders of his future son-in-law, Han added, "Luke, maybe we should take him back to his room so he can sleep this off. Don't want the kid to have a hangover for his own wedding."

"Yeah, maybe you're right Han."

The two slowly guided the groom out of the room and down the hall, all while he was yelling out, "But where did all the ladies go!"

Jaina was saying goodbye to the last of her guests as her mother and her aunt began to clean up the rest of the party mess. Gathering up her amusing shower gifts, Jaina called out, "Tahiri, thanks again for this party. I really needed a chance to release some stress, and this was just the thing.

"No problem," her friend replied. "After all, how many times do you get married?" Pausing for a moment, the grin slipped off her face. "Well, other than the first time I mean."

Allowing herself to smile at the little reminder of her past, Jaina said, "Yeah, as far as I'm concerned, though, this is my first and only wedding."

"I'm sure he sees it that way too," Tahiri said while patting the bride on the back.

Only two more posts to go on this story (tear, tear) so be sure to stick around! I should have the next chapter up on Sunday and guess what it is- the wedding! So be sure to check it out.