A week or so after the accident that had landed Anakin Skywalker in a med center, C-3PO was getting Luke and Leia breakfast at the Skywalker's apartment. Suddenly, the twin four year olds perked up, "Daddy!" They hopped out of their seats and ran to the front door just as it slid open revealing their mother and next to her, just as they had sensed, their father. "Daddy! You're home!" They exclaimed with wide grins and threw themselves at him. Anakin crouched down to their level and pulled them into his arms.

"Hi, guys, it's good to be home," The Jedi chuckled, smothering their faces in kisses, causing them to giggle.

"Daddy! Your hand is back!" Luke gasped and held his father's large, gloved hand in his small one, examining it.

"Sure is, they put it back on, good as new!" Anakin went to stand back up and groaned in pain.

"Anakin, take it easy," Padmé told him as she helped him up. "You're still not at 100% so don't go straining yourself as if you are."

"Dad! Come see my droid!" Luke nearly yelled, excited that his dad was finally home to see him.

"All right, hold your tauntauns," Anakin laughed as Luke pulled him into his bedroom.

"Okay! Open your eyes!" Luke told Anakin, without telling him to close them in the first place. The boy turned on the droid and it whirred about making little beeps and whistles.

"Woah, Luke! He looks awesome! You did such a good job, buddy, I'm so proud of you!" Anakin told his son truthfully and ruffled his hair. Luke proudly beamed up at Anakin with matching blue eyes.

A/n: Ok guys I need ideas for what's next!