A/N: It occurred to me I never gave a description of Myra, I'll just go with general stuff like:; She has black hair, brown eyes, an olive-complexion., and is five feet tall.

Note: Title comes from SW phrase.. .of the altered saying..the straw that broke that camels back

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The Blanket that Broke the Bantha's Back

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Luke awoke to a loud buzzing sound, he growled deeply, shoving his head underneath his pillow in an attempt to block out the grating sound. "Go 'way..." He murmured to the unknown visitor at the door.

The baby stirred beside, him stretching his arms and kicking his legs. He fussed and made a sound as if he meant to cry. Luke reached over and proceeded to rub Tanith's tummy. "Shh, shh, shh. There, there," He soothed, "That's nothing. Just go back to sleep." When the baby's fussing had subsided Luke got up from his lying position and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He made sure Tanith was secure, with the pillows forming a wall around him then slipped out of the bedroom, heading for the front door.

"I swear, if they wake that baby up, I'll skin someone alive." He muttered, not at all feeling charitable. He hit the activation button and the door slid open.

Ben stood outside with Myra by his side; Myra was rosy-cheeked and smiling from ear to ear. Luke couldn't help but feel a feeling of dread settle in.

"What?" He looked back and forth between Ben and his wife.

They simply grinned.

"If you tell me you're pregnant again, I'm going to swat you." He growled. "You need to show more restraint."

His son made a face.

"What makes you think we're going to have another baby? We haven't gotten through this one's toddler years." He frowned. "And I don't even want to know what you know about my sex life."

"I don't want to know I assure you." Luke replied.

Myra simply kept smiling.

"So, what is it exactly?"

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Ben quipped. "Kind of rude if you don't."

His father replied in an uncharacteristic sarcastic tone, "Of course, where are my manners."

Myra frowned this time.

"Master Skywalker, is something wrong?" She asked, concerned.

Luke shrugged. "Everything's just peachy." He started back for the bedroom.

"Dad?" Ben followed after him.

He found look sitting on the bed, staring down at his grandson, stroking his cheek.

Ben narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong?"

His father sighed heavily. "Nothing. Look, I'm sorry; it's just been an endless day…of interruptions. It's just a tad bit annoying." He rubbed Tanith's stomach.

"Oh."

Luke continued wistfully, "I've really hardly got to spend any time with him."

Ben turned back and found Myra standing in the doorway. They exchanged knowing glances and she nodded her head, smiling.

"Uh, Dad..."

He brought his head up, "Yes..." Luke smiled sadly.

"How...would you like to have him for the night?"

His father shook his head. "I'm sure you and Myra would rather take him home now."

"We know what he means to you, Master Skywalker." Myra spoke up. "We want you to keep him for the night."

"I wouldn't want to panic a new mother." He argued fairly. "Tanith needs you, he's comfortable with me—but I'm not his parent. No, I'd rather not upset him." He carefully gathered the baby and stood up, cradling Tanith in his arms.

He crossed the room and handed his grandson back to his daughter-in-law. "We'll set up another time…" He suggested, the stroked the baby's forehead .

Myra peered at him.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Positive." Luke leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. "You take care of yourself…and that baby." Myra looped one arm around her father-in-law's neck, hugging him gently, doing her best to avoid crushing the baby.

She grinned saucily. "You can bet on that, Master."

And then she turned around, walking off.

Father and son stood facing one another, Ben couldn't help but noticing how tired his father looked. He supposed even a Jedi as powerful as his dad wasn't immune to such a thing as age. He gave a sympathetic smile, hoping it wouldn't spark suspicion.

"What?" Luke asked.

No such luck.

"You look tired, Dad..Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" His father frowned.

"Maybe you should..." Ben paused, himself wry of what he was about to suggest.

"I should..."

"...Retire?"

"Out of the question." Luke replied quickly.

Ben sighed.

I knew it.

"I just think..." Ben tried once more, starting after his father as Luke retreated for the kitchenette. "That..Oof." The swinging door nearly smacked him in the face. Still he pushed onward. "That...you should take it easy...you're what...seventy-one, right. You should let the younger Masters and Knights take over. You shouldn't have to involve yourself so much anymore. I think you've earned it don't you?"

Luke sighed, sitting down at the small table-an indication of the start of one of Luke's serious talks.

Ben took a chair opposite him.

"Ben...I know you can't understand this now... But, I can't stop...I don't believe I'm done yet. I don't feel ready. I still have an obligation to this Order and this galaxy. I won't quit before I feel my time is over. Most importantly, I want to continue. I need to, Ben. You may not understand that now, but someday you will." He reached out and touched his son's hand. "Please, Ben..."

After he looked at his father blankly for a moment, Ben got to his feet and threw his hands in the air, knocking the chair back against the wall as he did.

"Fine! Kill yourself over it. See if I care..." He turned toward the door. "You're so kriffin' hard-headed!"

"Now, you know where you get it from."

Ben arched a brow, lips set thin."I thought that was mom."

"Unfortunately, you got that from both of us-among other things." His father said with a smile. "Hot-headed AND hard-headed; times two. Congratulations."

"You actually think that absolves you." Ben gazed as him skeptically.

"I'm your father. I don't need absolution." Luke got up and walked over to Ben. "Especially not from my own child." He thumped him gently on the nose with his pointer finger. "Do we understand?"

Ben frowned.

"Stubborn.." He chuckled and ruffled the youth's hair.

His son gave off an irritated glare.

"I'm not a kid, anymore."

"On the contrary, you will always be my child."

Ben was looking very irate by now.

"Now," Luke seemed to ignore this. "Let's go join your wife...It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

He rolled his eyes at this.

"I saw that."

Ben pulled a face. "You did not."

"How do you know?" Luke returned easily. "Everyone knows parents have eyes in the back of their heads."

"Other species, not humans." Ben countered.

"They're invisible."

"Oh, you meant the Force."

"Who can say?" Luke grinned.

Ben looked at Myra who had a grin spread from ear to ear, then turned his attention back to his father.

Luke was studying the baby with exaggerated fascination, smiling and doing his best to ignore his son further.

"Impossible." Ben muttered with a roll of his eyes.

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A/N: And that's the end of this three-parter.