A/N: Got to thinking about the setting, it's not on Coruscant…I'll be explaining where they are. Sorry about that.

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Aggravating Interruptions

Luke readied the baby bottle in the warmer, Tanith propped against his shoulder. When the warmer dinged, he extracted the bottle and tested the temperature of the milk by splashing a spurt of it against his wrist. Satisfied with the temperature, the Jedi Master turned off the warmer and offered the nipple to his grandson. "Here we go, Tanith."

The baby didn't waste any time before latching onto the nipple and sucking vigorously. Luke smiled, watching the child eat. He walked carefully out of the kitchen, back into the living area, and moved himself to the couch. Levitating the bottle for a brief second, Luke reached down and switched channels on the HoloNet. He turned it to a well renowned Peird Neemo News Hour; a Holonews station that to this day that stood for integrity and had the most truth to it. Something Luke had always respected in the anchor.

He set the volume on low before returning to holding his grandson's bottle, tilting it slightly upward. He watched Tanith feed, his little eyes closed with his tiny hands fisted around it. Luke half-listened; Neemo was doing a piece of the restructure of the Coruscant, due to the destruction from seven years ago. The devastation dealt to the city-planet by the Lost Tribe and Abeloth had been catastrophic. Luke knew it would have taken the galaxy years before they were able to get their bearings back—and even more to once more trust their beloved guardians. He knew they were no longer welcome on Coruscant; people were still questioning the need for them.

For now, the Jedi lived off-world, on the hidden base on Sheddu Maad; with Luke and his family far away from the place they had called home for so long. He sighed, patting Tanith's butt in a soothing fashion and closed his eyes, listening to the rich voice of the anchor.

He hoped that the day would come when the Jedi would once more be welcome on their homeworld. That the travesties of the past would be forgotten and the citizens would realize that the Jedi were not harbingers of destruction like they were now thought to be.

But today was not that day.

He broke out of his reverie when the door buzzed for the second time that day. "Oh, what now?" He grumbled, getting to his feet.

He couldn't help but feel the entire galaxy was conspiring against him, but knew he was being ridiculous. Luke drew in a deep breath and pulled upon some of that so-called Jedi calm he was apparently known for and answered the door.

"I'm not troubling you, am I, Master?" It was Kam Solusar, holding a datapad in his hand.

"No, Kam." He smiled warmly at the man, stepping aside.

He didn't have to fake it with Kam; he truly enjoyed the other Jedi's company. Next to Corran Horn, he was the one other Jedi the Grand Master felt quite close to.

"Come in."

"Thank you," Kam bowed and entered into the living quarters.

He looked around, noting the layout. Kam had never been in the Jedi Master's living area before but was quite aware the floor plan had been made so that it was very similar to his apartment back on Coruscant—if unintentionally so. Kam was pretty sure Luke wasn't aware of the unconscious choice he had made when he selected this room for his quarters.

"Please make yourself at home, Kam."

"Thank you once more." He peered over curiously at the bundle in Luke's arms. "Your grandson I presume?"

"Yes," Luke brandished a dazzling smile. "Unless someone else has mistaken this for a day care."

Kam took a seat. "I don't think that would be possible, Master, though it wouldn't be off. You are good with children."

The man laughed lightly. "Yes, I suppose so-" He frowned suddenly as if remembering something. "Kam, how many times have I told you to call me Luke in close quarters?"

The other blond smiled back unabashed. "I'm sorry, friend."

Luke shook his head. "Was there something you wanted to address with me?" He sat down in the overstuffed glider chair, in order to position himself across from the other Master.

"Not exactly." He tapped the pad. "All is going well; nothing too much out of the ordinary. We do have new candidates coming in." Kam scrolled through the list. "Honestly, Master, I'm surprised that anyone would come to us. The sentiment hasn't been so great within these last year seven years."

Luke nodded."That's still understandable… We can say we tried, Kam, we did..." He corrected before Kam could utter his well-known platitude back at him. "But it wasn't good enough…and it isn't going to give the galaxy peace of mind…I suspect it will take years coming until Coruscant is rebuilt completely." He checked on his grandson who had stopped sucking at the bottle.

Seeing the bottle was empty, he set it aside on the side table then raised the baby up to his shoulder and proceeded to burp him.

"Quite so." Kam said after moment eying the way Luke handled the child.

"I have done this before, Kam." Luke assured with a grin. "It's nothing special."

"One wouldn't think so, but younglings are a miracle. They are our hope."

"Hmm."

"Getting back to the candidates…." He offered Luke the datapad. "I have them all right here and their data."

Luke took the 'pad with left hand while balancing and burping Tanith with his right. He shifted the boy higher onto his shoulder and placed the device in his lap, setting to burp him with the aid of both hands now. He read the information, every once and a while reaching his hand down briefly to tap the screen. Kam waited quietly, studying the infant.

The Grand Master paused. "Hnm. You haven't-"

The baby let out a small burp. Luke smiled then shifted his grandson into the crook of his left arm. He picked up the 'pad and handed it back to Kam.

"Everything seems fine." He cradled Tanith against his chest. "You really didn't have to come to show me that you know, Kam. You're in full capacity to handle such things."

"I am aware, Grand Master," Luke didn't correct him this time. "But I felt, that you should be aware..."

Luke cocked his head as the other man's voice trailed off.

"Kam?"

The other Master drew in a breath.

"I just feel it'd be best if you were there to greet the candidates…Since it's been awhile."

Luke set his lips as if considering this.

"When are they arriving?"

"Tomorrow morning, Master."

Luke got to his feet, feeling his grandson about to drift to sleep in his arms. He looked down at the boy as he made tiny happy gurgling sounds. "I take it that was good." He said with grin.

He could feel the other Jedi waiting patiently.

"I will be there…" He said, turning toward the bedroom. "Please see to it that the iternary is sent through my com channel, will you, Kam." He looked back briefly, staring intot he others blue eyes.

"Of course, Master." Kam got up. "I can see that the little one is tired, I will show myself out."

"Thank you…" He murmured over his shoulder and disappeared into the bedroom for the second time that day.

He stared down at Tanith as he entered the room and crossed over to the bed. Gingerly sat down on it and placed the baby down in the middle of the bed, belly up. He took care to situate pillows around Tanith to keep him from rolling off the bed then proceeded to pull off his boots. Luke set them aside and turned back to his grandson.

Tanith looked up at him through green eyes, still awake.

Luke sighed. "Now, Son," It wasn't technically correct, but the Master had grown use to referring to the boy in such away—his son's son.

"You're supposed to be asleep." He lay down on his stomach and reached over the wall of pillows to rub Tanith's. Luke made a big deal out of yawning real big, "See…Grandad's going to sleep….Sleep is good…OId-timers and babies need sleep," Yes, he had just referred to himself as an "old-timer". He chuckled inwardly.

If Han knew, Luke knew he would never let him live it down.

Tanith stretched slightly, letting out a small yawn.

"That's right…Now the next part is close those little peepers." He kept gently rubbing his grandson's tummy. Luke then made a great shown of yawning himself.

At least to other's it would seem like a show, in reality, he was extremely sleepy. Tanith gurgled as if he was laughing. "You find this amusing, Tan?" Tanith's more official nickname with granddad.

Luke watched the baby yawn once more and smiled. He felt his eyelids slowly drooping shut. His hand continued to rub the boy's stomach as his body was engulfed in a hazy state. He could feel it slowly shutting down, surrendering itself to the dream-filled abyss. On the edge of his consciousness, he could feel Tanith growing less lively as his own body gave way to sleep.

Luke's eyes fluttered, watching his grandson's sleeping face. He soon gave way to the joys of an afternoon nap.

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A/N: So here it finally is…part 2 to a day with granddad…Luke just can't cut a break can he?