The less routine the more life.
Amos Bronson Alcott
Life with Ben soon settled into a pleasant, if slightly boring, routine. When Anakin woke up, Ben was always crouching outside their hut, silhouetted in the bright morning sunlight. When he noticed Anakin he would stand up and start up a breakfast. He (or sometimes they) would finish it by the time Anakin's mom was awake.
Shmi Skywalker was the happiest she'd ever been in her life. At first she had been… hesitant. Black Ben was generally known to be kind, but she could see no reason why he'd want two slaves. She had learned to be careful of everyone, to trust no one. But now… Ben wasn't asking anything of her. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought he had bought them purely for the company. She knew that eventually he would want something from her and her Ani, but for now she could lower her guard, if only a little.
Life went on. Ben was beginning to wonder if there had been any point in the Force telling him to buy Anakin and Shmi Skywalker. As life went on, wounds began to scab over at last. New skin was being formed. Scars from forever ago faded.
If the world could have gone on this way forever, Ben would have let it. The pain from everything was the least it had been since… well, since he had been 13. But, of course, the Force had to throw a hydrospanner in his peace. It called him to another village.