Author Note: Hey you guys, thanks for all the reviews so far! And a BIG THANKYOU to Nirah Skywalker who seems to be a huge fan! Thanks for all your great reviews and I hope you like the rest of the story as much as you have so far!
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"Leia, come and help me with your father!" Padme called as her and Scotty dragged Anakin into the living room and dumped him on the sofa, both extremely exhausted from heaving the huge body of Anakin up so many flights of stairs because the lift wasn't working.
"Alright!" came the reply from Leia's room and she walked out to great them. The first thing she did, however, was to hug her Mum, causing Padme to smile and temporarily forget about the mess.
Luke and Han emerged from their room, chatting about who they thought would win that afternoon's podrace.
"I reckon Sebulba stands a good chance," Luke said and Anakin tilted his head back to listen.
"Is Sebulba still going? I thought he'd have at least retired by now!" he exclaimed and Luke laughed, knowing Anakin and Sebulba were old rivals.
"When's it on?" Anakin asked after a moment, managing to push himself upright with a very wobbly arm.
"About five minutes, can we watch it Mum?" Luke asked politey and Padme nodded. Immediately Leia frowned at her mother.
"No way Mum!" she said but Padme glared at her and she backed off, knowing she had gone too far.
"You can either watch the race with them or come and help me un pack my stuff," Padme said and Leia's eyes filled with horror at the ultimatum.
She hated both options but eventually decided on watching the race because it involved no effort. Anakin invited Scotty to join them whilst Padme went about, tidying the place up.
The couch was so cramped after Luke had budged up and let Scotty in that Han was practically sitting on Leia's lap, which he loved!
"Get off Han!" Leia cried, trying to push him away.
"Aw, I thought you liked my company!" he teased.
"I don't know where you get your delusions laser brains," Leia retorted and Luke roared with laughter. He had to admit that this verbal battle between two of the strongest wills he had ever encoutered, (second only to his parents) was highly amusing.
"Laugh it up shorty!" Han said good naturedly, ruffling Luke's hair. "You didn't see us alone together in the kitchen earlier."
Until now, Anakin and Padme had scarecely listened to this lively exchange, Han and Leia had argued frequently enough in the past. But the reference to the kitchen sparked their curiosity and they looked at Leia for an explanation.
"She expressed her true feelings for me," Han continued, delighted in the rosy flush that appeared on Leia's cheeks. "Come on young padawan. You've already forgotten?"
"Why, you low-down...stuck-up...half-witted...scruffy-looking...nerf-herder!" she sputtered furiously.
"Leia!" Padme exclaimed, appaled at her daughter's behavior.
"Who's scruffy-lookin?" han grinned. "I tell ya sweetheart, I must've hit pretty close to the mark to get ya hoppin like this. Doesn't it look that way Luke?"
"Yeah," Luke agreed, staring at his sister incredulously.
"Oh it does, does it?" Leia snapped and Padme decided now was the right time to intervene.
"I guess you don't understand women yet then, do you!" she laughed, taking Leia's side. As she looked at her daughter now, she saw there was a mix of emotions on her face. Something vulnerable, almost childlike innocence was reflected in her eyes for a moment, but then the tough mask fell again and Leia stormed out of the room.
Padme saw her door bang and felt the floor tremble slightly from the force of the door being slammed. She sighed, knowing that it would take hours now before Leia was feeling sociable enough to talk to anyone. She could try talking to her now, but that would only end up in the two of them fighting, which was the last thing Padme wanted because their fights were so rare. And also because when the two of them fought, it caused huge eruptions in the force and thinkgs usually exploded, creating a serious danger for anyone around them.
Infact, thinking back over the years, Padme and Leia had only really fought twice. Once when Leia had died her hair bright green, and another when Leia had deliberately flushed Han's head down the toilet.
Glancing at the clock and noticing it was getting late, Padme decided to turn in for the night. She couldn't wait to get into bed and sleep. She was exhausted!
Saying goodnight to the guys, she went to her room and pulled on a clean silken gown, throwing her robes in a corner and promising to tidy up in the morning. Or perhaps Leia could do it for her?
Who am I kidding! she thought as she crawled under the covers. Leia would never do anything like that unless there was something in it for her!
Almost immediately, sleep consumed her and carried her into a dream world where Leia was the perfect daughter and actually got on with Han, rather than fighting with him the whole time.
A while later, Anakin joined her, making sure he didn't wake her as he climbed into bed. Padme looked so cute when she was asleep, despite the fact that she was now 45 and grey hairs were starting to show.
