Chapter 3: One Happy Family
Ezra was in the kitchen eating breakfast when Kanan and the others began to wake up.
"Good morning sleepyhead. You know, it's already 10:00?" Ezra addressed his master.
"How are ya kiddo?" the older man asked his Padawan, ignoring the boy's ribbing and messing up his hair.
"I'm fine." he grumbled in response, fixing his hair and glaring at Kanan, who was laughing at the fifteen year-old's expense.
Hera entered just then, having heard them talking.
"Well I see you're feeling better. You know, you were really sick." she commented relieved.
Ezra blushed at her worried tone. "Yeah, I'm okay Hera." he murmured, stuffing another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
They were soon joined by the others and Chopper. The young Mandalorian and older Lasat both expressed their relief at his improved health, though Zeb was more subtle, not wanting to give up his tough-guy demeanor. Kanan and Hera left the three "kids" to talk.
"I can't believe I didn't catch this sooner." Kanan muttered to Hera, angry at himself.
"It's not your fault darling." she grinned, using one of the many nicknames she used on him occasionally.
"I know, it's just…" he started.
"No, Kanan." she insisted.
He sighed, then smiled at the Twi'lek. "Thank you Hera." he said.
They heard a loud noise and a crash. Then shouting. A lot of shouting.
"Get back here you filthy rust-bucket!" Zeb's voice came down the hall.
"Save a few parts for me!" came Ezra's.
Chopper came rolling down the hall, beeping and whirring happily. The two were nearly bowled over by the Lasat and the boy, who were close behind the droid.
The two raised their eyebrows at Sabine, who had walked down the hall to watch.
"Chopper fried them." she said.
The three burst out laughing. Everything was back to normal in their happy little family.
Author's Note: I know the chapters are short, but I'm still kinda new at this. They will grow in size as I grow in experience. Also if anyone is OOC, let me know.
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