AN: In memory of my dinner party on Friday. My sister's boy keeps us busy!
"You know, I'm sure we could rig a climbing harness for him."
Leia was exhausted, laying face down on the bed, fully clothed and entirely unable to move. She had been home with Anakin and had chased him around for the better part of the day. Her quiet youngster had seemingly transformed overnight into an energetic, inquisitive mountain climber.
The staircase up to the master bedroom suite had become a baby super highway, and never before in the three years she had lived in the apartment had she gone up and down so many times. Han's suggestion wasn't sounding all that bad.
"It's going to get worse, isn't it?"
"Well, he can't open the doors yet, but that only took Jaina, what? 10 months to figure out? So I'm going to say yes, it's going to get worse. I'll re-program the main tomorrow."
"And the balcony. Both of them." She added, slightly panicked.
"I will."
"I don't think I can move." The words hadn't left her mouth before the monitor chirped with the happy very awake babbling of their youngest son. "He's up."
"I'll get him. We'll do some more stairs."
"I love you." She sighed into the pillow and closed her eyes.