Epilogue
"Tell me the story again, Daddy!" the little girl squealed as she curled up in Anakin's lap.
"Yeah, Dad, our favorite one," a calm boy of ten standard years encouraged.
Anakin exchanged looks with Obi-Wan over the bonfire they had built on the beach. The Kenobi-Skywalker family was on its annual vacation, enjoying the warm summer breezes and the sound of the waves on the shore.
When three more voices joined the chorus of requests, one of them sounding suspiciously like Obi-Wan's voice, he relented. "Okay, okay! Everyone ready?" He looked around the circle of beloved faces. I'm a very lucky man, he thought.
He cleared his throat and began the tale. "A long time ago, the galaxy was very different. Papa and Daddy were warriors. We weren't allowed to love or have families, but Papa changed all of that." He smiled at Obi-Wan over the little heads between them. "And one by one, you each came into our lives, changing us forever." He paused for dramatic effect. "And thank the Force too because Papa had all these feelings he didn't know what to do with!" He laughed at his own joke and earned a smirk from Obi-Wan.
"Stick to the official story there, Daddy," Obi-Wan chided, amusement suffusing his gentle face as he rocked a small, tired body in his arms.
The eager little faces swung back to Anakin, and the tale continued. Love, change, family, and happiness. It was the story of them, even if the roles became a little flipped between who had 'too many feelings.'
The end.