The Price of Freedom
Disclaimer: I do not have any affliation with the Star Wars saga or George Lucas.
Spoilers: None
He had appraised the generous scene, his wife in her own luxurious nature had laid sprawled in her tight maroon bikini that offered a fair view of her finely toned body, against the heavenly tattered green beach towel. She had frowned, tugging at the upper half of her top down, that had in its own sly nature had begun to curl at its bottom and expose the base of her small rotund breasts. The illuminous yellow globe had baked at her bare flesh, as it in its own majesty had transformed her pastry white skin to a healthy, desert brown hue, much to her own pleasure. He could not be sure how much longer, she had before the bronzed glory dissipate into a hot red that would cause even the lightest of touches to burn her.
Her eyes had flung open, at the sound of the explosive laughter that erupted from the companion who had refused to leave her side, for the cool depths of the lake. The toddler had flung the pale that in its youthful years had been a proud tangerine orange, but now held the hue of sickly sunlight orange toward her, to show her the discovery that he had made as he sat digging at a hole beside the edge of the towel. His pale lips had turned into a smile, as he clapped his hands together with little ease from the harsh blue spade that he had refused to allow to fall to the golden sand that flowed about the towel. His ice blue eyes had sparkled in delight of the treasure that he had found beneath the surface of the sand.
"Do you know what this is, Luke?" She had asked, as her eyes over the three year old, who in his own pleasurable delight shook his golden mop of hair, though his eyes did not once strain from the small shelled creature that remained curled in her hand. The creature had removed itself into the glossy pink of its shell, as the small child gently prodded at it with his chubby white index finger. The creature had let out a tremble as its black bubble eyes poked out the surface of the shell that had provided it some shelter from the curious caresses of the toddler. Padme had gently brought the creature to the edge of the beach blanket and released it from her hand. The creature had slowly waddled from the edge of the ripped before burying itself deep into the heat of the sand, hiding from the quizical bright eyes of the child.
"That was a hermitizi kirab. They are little kirabs, but they find shells and other items to live in, and carry them on their backs, like a home. You have to say goodbye to him, baby. He cannot come home with us, he lives here at the beach and would be very sad if we took him with us okay, sweetie?" Padme had smiled, as she embraced Luke, who had sadly watched fluttered his hand toward the area that the pink shelled hermitizi kirab had disappeared from the common view of human eyes. Her hand gracefully whispered across her son's cheek that held the signature of Ropa Ekert's hand made contact with Luke's face. Her lips brushed against the red mark that in its swollen form had decreased in its size, from the immeasurable amount of ice that Anakin had placed on the child's cheek for that purpose before he had set both children to bed on the night of the incident, before staring out at her husband and daughter.
She had calmly rested on his shoulders, her tiny hands lost in the thick curls of blond hair to prevent herself from falling from her father's shoulders, as they together plunged beneath the crystal surface of the water. Her father had winced in pain, though his eyes did not retract from the shorelines, as he broke the surface of the water as the child squealed and demanded another trip beneath the water's reflective mirror. He had tiredly lifted her away from his shoulder's pressing her against the water's surface, as she pretended to swim, as he moved her into toward the beach. Leia's legs had flailed randomly, splashing water into his face, as she moved her arms against the still current that the lake had in its imagination formed for her to face.
"How was your swim?" Padme had asked, unfolding the picnic that she had wrapped into the golden weaves of the basket, that she had hid beneath the long exotic shadows of the trees that had sprouted miraculously in the infertile sands. Anakin gently dropped Leia to her feet, and watched as she scurried to the aquatic green towel that held the few delicious foods that the cook had prepared without a question about the conspirators that would consume the food. He had slowly stuttered to the sight, as he took his wife's lips into his own for a moment before he heard the disgusted sounds that the offspring that he had aided in their production had produced, as he pulled away.
"Good, the swim was very good." He had whispered into his wife's long, mangled curls that were messily tied away into a bun, that he had been surprised had not fully fallen apart as she moved her head in delight to passionately re-engage the kiss that he had broken off. Luke and Leia had both stuck out their tongues, covering their young eyes, digusted by their parents display of unbridaled love. Padme had pulled away, scooting the children's hands from their brown and blue eyes.
"That is so gross. I am never going to kiss a boy." Leia had hissed, in disgust as Luke stared point blankly away from his parents to the gentle tides of the lake that reaped itself onto the beach, soaking it to produce a soft muddy substance that would squish between his toes had he chose to enter into the water or dip the tiny bit of his large toe deep into the shallow length of the water. Anakin had smiled, his hand had brushed through the wet mats of hair, before he had made the promise that in her later years, she would understand that the grossness that her parents shared would be something that she would want from a man, no matter how badly he craved that day would never come and that she would remain his little girl for the rest of eternity.
Author's Note: I must admit that I have also delayed doing my own homework LVB to read some of your own work, particularly your latest work, as well as other stories that have caught my attention. lol. Getting onto the point of this chapter: I just thought it would be sweet to have the Skywalker family together before the conflict of the story ensues.