Dealing with the Bail Issue: Part 1
A few nights after the twins returned to her side, Padmé again saw Hera. "Padmé, what has gotten into you?" Hera asked.
"What are you talking about?" Padmé replied.
"You're angry and jealous of Bail," Hera replied. "I thought we had already covered this—when you talked to Sola when you were twenty."
"This is different," Padmé replied.
"How?" Hera questioned.
"He raised my Leia," Padmé responded. "And he had no right to be in her life. If anyone other than Anakin and I were to raise her, it would have been the twins' Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru Lars, or my own sister and her husband, Sola and Darred Naberrie."
Hera nodded. "How do you do it? How are you not jealous of Alcmene and Amphitryon?" Padmé asked.
"I know that without them raising Hercules, my son would not have survived," Hera replied. "Try to think of Bail in that light."
"I don't see how lying to Leia—and keeping her twin from her—was really keeping her alive! If anything, Bail nearly killed her," Padmé snapped. "She ended up kissing said twin because she didn't know—which falls under the category of things I never want to see my children do ever again."
"Do I even want to know?" Hera questioned.
"Death Star, evil battle station that can blow up planets, we were escaping, she kissed him for luck, I was grossed out by it, and it's not because of my age, it was because they were my children and they were siblings," Padmé quickly explained.
"You spent time with the twins?" Hera asked, stunned.
"Long story," Padmé replied. "But basically, seven years ago, the Trade Federation invaded Naboo, I was on my way to Coruscant and we had to stop on Tattooine for repairs. I went outside of the hut where Master Qui-Gon Jinn, who is also looking out for the twins, Jar-Jar Binks, and I were staying at. I was caught in this sandstorm and it sent me forward thirty-two years in time. I hung out with the twins for the next five years, before I returned to my time."
