Disclaimer: Disney's playground, I just hang out here.
AN: I'm playing my artist license card with this one.
"Daddy?"
They had been happily peaceful for the last half of the evening. The boys were sprawled across the living room floor, quietly building a growing fleet of model X-wings. Jaina had plunged herself down on the couch beside him, after retrieving his datapad from his office had been contentedly playing Ewok Village for the last hour. He had was startled away from the game by the small voice beside him, he looked down. Big brown eyes, narrowed slightly in concentration, stared back at him.
"Why is Mom so sad. He said he was sorry."
"Sorry, run that by me again." Han replied, muting the game, swiveling himself to face her.
"He said Mom is very angry, but not at us. At him. And he said he was sorry."
"Who said? Who's sorry?"
"The man." Anakin replied, speaking for the first time since he and Jacen started building their fleet. Jacen sat up.
"Okay, from the beginning. Where did you hear this? Who is your mom mad at?"
"He said that he had told Mom that he was sorry. But Mom was too sad to listen. He seemed really sad, too." Anakin added, twirling a tiny laser cannon mount between his fingers.
"Jaina, Sweetheart, who said this to you?" He asked quietly, a chill of tension shot up his spine.
"Grandpa did."