Rex; What's so shocking about Luke marrying his father's best friend's daughter? Because I didn't keep to canon?

Anakin stared down at his perfect little granddaughter, the spitting image of her mother and grandmother. A beaming Leia had just informed him that the newest of the Skywalker dynasty bore her grandmother's name, too, Amidala Breha Solo. Blinking sleepily, the baby stared back up at him before yawning and jamming her tiny fist into her mouth, snuggling down and half-way falling asleep. Anakin barely registered Han standing less than a meter away, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes narrowed just slightly, gaze sharp as a lightwhip as he watched the former Sith Lord hold his newborn infant.

"She's an angel," Anakin whispered, which helped the new father relax slightly. The softly-burbling astromech was the only one present who truly understood what Anakin meant, though.

"Amidala Breha Solo, leave your cousin alone this instant!" The strident voice that had served the Princess Leia so well on chaotic mercy missions, in chaotic Senate sessions, and in chaotic Command Centers throughout her illustrious career continued to serve her well as a mother. Luke, Han, and Anakin all exchanged smirks as Irelda and Leia rushed over to the fighting younglings. Irelda swept her son up, checked him for injuries, and shook her head at his crying.

"Alright, what happened?" she asked, sounding resigned. Maximilian Skywalker stuck his fingers in his mouth, pouting, and pinned a wet glare on his slightly older cousin - who was more than living up to her mother's fearsome reputation.

"Sh' p'll'd m' 'air," he accused, lip poking out.

"Don't suck on your hand, you're too old for that," Irelda said with a sigh, pulling her son's fist from his mouth and wiping it on a convenient napkin. "Why did she pull your hair?" What she did not add aloud, eying her son's short cut, was how had the girl gotten hold of his hair in the first place.

Amidala finally piped up. "He called the Falcon a hodgepodge of junk!"

Two accusing glares - and one of outrage, somewhat closer - pinned on Anakin, who held up his hands in defense. Luke buried his nose in his drink, struggling not to laugh. "I never said it was a bad thing!" Anakin defended himself. "Threepio's made of spare parts from a junk shop, too!"

"That's no kind of comparison!" Han spluttered, growing more indignant by the minute.

"He is fully functional," Anakin said meekly. "That's all I meant."

"Luke!" Leia interrupted again, tone pointed as a blade. The young Jedi fumbled the brownie he had been taking the opportunity to swipe, caught it, and put both hands behind his back, face guiltier than that of either child.

"Happy birthday, son." The older man smiled fondly as the curly-haired boy ripped the ornate flimsiplast off the box and squealed.

"Lady!" Hugging the tiny model of the SSD in one arm, little Owen ran forward and gave his benefactor's knees a tight hug. "Thanks, Grampa!"

Firmus crouched down with a couple of pops to look his adored grandson in the eye. "You're quite welcome, Owen," he murmured. "But that's not all - your ship is actually made from bits and pieces of the real Lady Ex."

"Wizard!" Owen started bouncing in excitement.

Leia and Han beamed with pride as Amidala gave her acceptance speech, following her election as Senator for Coruscant. Two days later, the Solos attended a party celebrating the Knighting of Maximilian Skywalker, and Commander Owen Skywalker came home from his commission aboard the Executor II to attend and extend congratulations. Diminutive Master Yoda, once again instructor of the younglings at the Temple (when he wasn't...er, meditating,) stood by proudly as Grand Master Luke Skywalker Knighted his son. It had taken Max a little longer than many Padawans, but at last, he had been deemed ready and passed the trials.

It was also as good an excuse as any to bring the lovely and charming Lieutenant Tetra to meet his family, too.

Here we are, folks, the end of the end. :) Thanks for staying with me so long!