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Naboo is warm in the early spring. The sun rises early and Padmé opens a window to breathe in the smell of warm rain.

The babies are sleeping through the night now—at least, most of the time. Presently Luke had fussed and cried until at least two in the morning, when Anakin had gotten up to take over and sent Padmé to bed. She notices Leia is awake, and still alone in the crib.

"Well, good morning, birthday girl," Padmé trills, scooping the baby up and twirling around as Leia giggles. Together they make their way to the living room, where Anakin is dead asleep in an armchair with Luke sprawled out on top of him.

Padmé ruffles Anakin's hair a bit as they walk past into the kitchen. "Daddy's sleepy," she says to Leia.

"Dada," Leia agrees.

Padmé cringes when she sees how many messages are waiting on her work comm, but she's taking the day off today. Soon they'll have to talk about her splitting her time between Naboo and Coruscant, but working from home has been alright in the interim.

While Padmé is fixing Leia a bottle, they hear Luke waking up in the living room, followed by an adult-sized groan.

Anakin enters the kitchen with Luke on his hip.

"Good morning, my favorite ladies" he says, giving them each a kiss before setting Luke down on the kitchen floor so he can crawl after a plush toy. "Here, I'll do that. Do you want to comm Sola, and make sure they're still coming over later?"

Leia whines to be put down too, and Padmé obliges. They aren't walking yet, but Leia is getting quite good at shuffling along when she has a low piece of furniture to lean on. Luke's taking a little longer to get the hang of it, but there's no hurry. By all accounts, the twins are thriving. A stranger might mistake them for younger than a year, but otherwise no one would be able to tell they'd been preemies.

"When did he fall asleep?" Padmé asks.

"Sometime after me, I think," Anakin admits.

"Maybe we can get him to nap before the family gets here."

Anakin snorts skeptically.

It's to be a quiet gathering – it's not as if the twins even know what a birthday is anyway. As they get the house ready, Anakin blows up a few balloons (which Leia greatly enjoys) and puts Leia's hair up in two matching clips (which she absolutely hates, and an hour later he finds one of them stuffed between the couch cushions). Luke is visibly exhausted, and gets cranky whenever he's not in Padmé's arms.

After midmorning, Padmé puts Luke to bed, hoping that he will get some rest, but within twenty minutes they hear him start to cry.

Anakin gets there first. "What's wrong, little man?" he asks. The Force around Luke pulsates not with pain, but frustration.

"Moo," cries Luke.

"Mommy?" Anakin guesses.

"Moo!" He sounds utterly devastated.

The doorbell rings. He glances at the clock—Sola and the girls shouldn't be arriving yet, but he hears Padmé moving to answer it so he returns to the crisis at hand.

"C'mere," Anakin tuts, lifting Luke out of the crib, but the baby pushes back against his chest and demands 'moo' again. "It's alright, sweetheart," Anakin paces up and down the room once, bouncing a little.

"Anakin," calls Padmé in a bit of an odd voice.

"Busy," he calls back, now trying to console Luke with the plush Loth-cat he'd been playing with earlier.

"Moo," Luke breaks into a fresh peal of sobs.

Neither baby is really communicating with the Force yet, but sometimes Anakin tries. All he gets from the little storm in Luke's Force signature is a despondent sense of lost, missing.

"Anakin—"

"Padmé, what's 'moo'?" he asks down the hall, interrupting. "Have you heard him say that before?"

Padmé appears in the doorway and nearly steps on a beanbag toy on the floor. She picks it up and starts to put it back in the crib, but Luke shoots out a hand towards her.

"Moo!"

Padmé and Anakin both look at the toy, then at each other. Luke whines and reaches further.

"It's a bantha. Moo," says Anakin, face splitting into a wide smile.

"What a clever little man," says Padmé, reuniting the bantha with Luke, who immediately puts its horn into his mouth. "Here, I'll take him Ani. You should go see who's here."

Standing awkwardly by the bannister in the toy-strewn sitting room is the last person Anakin expects.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan clears his throat a little bit.

Anakin doesn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry to turn up unannounced. I just wanted to see how you're doing."

There's no judgement in his gaze - as far as Anakin can tell his curiosity is genuine. Anakin doesn't know how to feel about that. There's a sense of loss for the life he'd left behind, as well as a dull anger swirling up in him.

"We're all healthy and happy," he finally replies.

"I'm glad," says Obi-Wan quietly.

Padmé shifts Luke on her hip and herds them all to the armchairs in the living room.

"I've missed you," Obi-Wan confesses.

Three responses avail themselves to Anakin's mind, the first a desperate I miss you too. The more bitter side of him, Oh go kriff yourself with that. The last, which he says out loud as he takes a seat, "I can't go back."

Obi-Wan nods his acceptance of that fact. They awkwardly meet each other's gaze. Anakin still hasn't decided whether he is angry. Obi-Wan's shields are a blank wall, but he knows the man well enough to tell that he is conflicted too.

Leia crawls over and tugs on Anakin's pant leg until he puts her on his lap. Obi-Wan studies them both, a pensive look lingering on his face.

Luke makes eye contact with Obi-Wan and laughs, still clutching Moo to his chest.

"Would you like to hold him?" Padmé offers.

"Ah, no thank you, I don't exactly…" Obi-Wan shifts uncomfortably in his chair at the thought.

"Come on, Obi-Wan. Say hello." Anakin's voice holds a note of teasing.

Obi-Wan looks panicked as Padmé passes Luke over. He supports the baby stiffly as Luke squirms around to get comfortable. With the look on Obi-Wan's face, you'd think he'd never seen a baby before.

"You're doing it right," Padmé assures him with a smile.

"You're getting so big," Obi-Wan says to Luke. "It's someone's birthday today, is it not?"

"Two someones," Anakin croons, brushing the hair out of Leia's face.

Obi-Wan pats Luke's back a bit awkwardly as the conversation lapses again.

"I resigned from the High Council," Obi-Wan finally reveals.

"Why?" Padmé asks.

"Depa has been reinstated in my place. The Mind-Healers are quite pleasantly surprised with her recovery."

"That wasn't my question," she presses.

Obi-Wan sighs. "The fall of the Sith raised a lot of uncomfortable questions," he says. "I wanted time to devote myself to meditating on the war and its consequences, and seek some answers of my own."

That sounds like a perfectly Obi-Wan thing to do. Padmé glances at Anakin, who's smiling a little.

"The Jedi were naïve, and vulnerable. Anakin, we ought to have been able to spot Sidious's influence over you before it all went so wrong."

"I've had a lot of time to think about that part, Obi-Wan," says Anakin. "But look, when I tipped Master Windu off, it wasn't because I thought it was my duty or my job or the will of the Force. I was scared of what might happen to you and Padmé if the Sith came to power. I was attached, and I had something to protect."

"I know," says Obi-Wan. "The world is changing, and many feel that our Order needs to change with it. There has been a lot of talk about the prevalent analysis of the Jedi Code over past few centuries, and whether it is…appropriate."

Padmé and Anakin both try to hide their surprise.

"I only wish we could have had these discussions sooner," says Obi-Wan slowly. "Perhaps…"

Perhaps you could have stayed.

Anakin shakes his head. He slips his hand into Padmé's, their fingers intertwining with a supportive squeeze. Padmé knows that Anakin's decision was a difficult one, but it's been made. Neither of them want to think about what might have been.

Padmé hopes that Obi-Wan will see what she sees. Anakin loved being a Jedi, loved the idea of saving the galaxy, but the galaxy was always too large and too broken, and he didn't know how to handle it. Anakin is thriving here, where he can need just a few other people and be needed by them in return.

Leia is getting restless. Anakin brushes the hair out of her face again and smooches the top of her head before he lets her clamber off of his lap.

"I wish my mom could have met them," he says suddenly. "I just know she would have loved being a grandma."

Padmé rubs his shoulder supportively.

Luke starts yawning again and snuggles into Obi-Wan's cloak. Obi-Wan gives his parents a helpless look. "He's exhausted," Padmé whispers.

"Is it finally naptime, Luke?" Anakin tuts, and the baby reaches out both arms towards him. Anakin scoops him up.

Obi-Wan follows them down the hall to the bedroom and watches Anakin put Luke down for a nap.

He turns around and sees Obi-Wan smiling. "I never imagined that this would be the path that you chose," his old master says suddenly. "Maybe I just got Qui-Gon's plan for you stuck through my head, and if that's true, I'm sorry. But you seem happy here."

"I am," Anakin affirms.

Obi-Wan nods. "You both seem happy."

A year has gone by with hurt feelings weighing heavily on them both. Some things, it's too late to change, but perhaps not others.

Obi-Wan retrieves his cloak and starts to put it on.

"Padmé's sister and her two girls are coming over for cake later," says Anakin. "Why don't you stay?"

Obi-Wan shakes his head sadly. "I have business in Jan-gwa this evening, I'm afraid."

Anakin initiates the embrace, but Obi-Wan returns it wholeheartedly. When they break apart, he leans over to give Padmé a one-armed hug as well.

"It was good to see you, Obi-Wan," says Padmé.

A year has gone by since Anakin described their lives as being on the edge of a knife—caught between personal crises and a war of deception that scarred the galaxy. But what has been broken is not beyond repair. Anakin was never made to fight the whole galaxy, but his world now revolves around two twin suns. Padmé's fight has only paused—with her own health recovered, she will soon return to the front lines of the reorganization of the Senate. But whatever that challenge brings, she knows deep in her gut that they are standing now on stable ground.

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