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Luke was screaming again.
All three adults stumbled from their bed and down the hall. Padme had frustrated tears in her eyes and Anakin was rubbing his chest again.
"This is the third night in a row he hasn't slept more than a few hours," Padme hissed, wiping her cheek. "What are we doing wrong?"
"I don't know," Obi-Wan whispered as they entered the nursery. Leia and Ashla were waking and voicing whimpers of their own.
Anakin picked Luke up, cradling the tiny child in his arms. He cooed at him, slowly soothing the boy.
"Can you tell what's wrong?" Obi-Wan whispered as he rocked Leia's cradle.
"He's upset," Anakin said. (Obi-Wan could feel Padme rolling her eyes across the room. A tired Padme was not a nice Padme. But… he did agree with her sentiment.) "I think… it might be a dream?"
Obi-Wan and Padme turned to him. "A dream?" Obi-Wan repeated. "Do you think-?"
"Could either of you pick up on it?" Padme asked.
"Obi-Wan?" Anakin said, turning to look at them. "You spent more time in the creche than me. Is it possible with Luke being so young?"
Obi-Wan looked down at Leia as he thought. The little girl stared up at him and squinted. He knew that face. That was the face of a dirty diaper. A very dirty diaper.
"It's possible," he said slowly as he picked her up and took her to the changing table. He looked down at her and she grinned up at him, showing off the two teeth peeking through her gums. "He is strong in the force. We could possibly resonate with him enough to figure out what's troubling him."
"Do it," Padme said. "At least try."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Then we're going to need as few distractions as possible."
"I've got the babies," Padme said and looked at them each in turn before her eyes fell to Luke. "You two help our boy."
"We will," Anakin said, nodding to Obi-Wan. They kissed Padme on their way out of the room.
The rest of the house was quiet as they went two doors down to their bedroom. Anakin stopped at the door, tucking his chin down to look at Luke.
"Could it be Palpatine?" He whispered. "Please, Obi-Wan, tell me the truth."
Obi-Wan pulled the other man back into a hug and felt him relax slightly. "I don't think so," he whispered into his neck. "He's dead and can't hurt anyone else. You made sure of that."
Anakin nodded jerkily and pulled away, pushing through the door.
Obi-Wan watched, knowing that Anakin blamed himself and he could do little to change that. He followed him to the bed, where they lay on either side of the baby.
"What if we can't do anything? Anakin whispered.
Obi-Wan took his hand and laid it over their son. "Then we consult the Jedi."
"What if it's my-"
"'What ifs' will not help," Obi-Wan said gently, kissing his knuckles. "Whatever is wrong we will figure it out."
Anakin's breath rushed out in a sigh. "Thank You, Obi-Wan."
He leaned forward and pressed their lips together. "Always my pleasure," he mumbled against his skin.
"No making out in front of our son," Padme called over the baby monitor. "Save that for me."
Anakin pulled back with a laugh. "Just when is her force sensitivity supposed to wear off?"
"Knowing all of our experiences with the Force, probably never," Obi-Wan replied.
"Force, we're the weirdest family," Anakin said, relaxing back into his pillow. He looked down at Luke. "He's asleep."
"Okay, we should be able to pick up on anything in a light meditative trance," Obi-Wan said.
Anakin nodded and they both closed their eyes, breathing slow, measured breaths.
Images came slowly, sounds almost immediately after.
They were in some planet's slums, trash building up between crumbling buildings. The sky was blocked by smog, making everything dark. They could hear machinery in the distance.
A boy hid behind a mound of trash, gnawing on some bread. He was dirty and scrawny and they felt Luke reaching for him. The boy stopped and looked around, hiding further against the wall.
A hand reached out of the darkness and jerked the boy up. He strained to get away, but the hand held fast.
"Come on you little rat," a voice growled. "You won't be stealing from Lady Proxima ever again."
Obi-Wan and Anakin jerked up as Luke started screaming again.
"What was that?" Obi-Wan whispered, pulling the child into his arms and beginning to soothe him.
"I don't know," Anakin said. "But I can find it."
Obi-Wan watched him go. Luke caught his hand in the hair on his chin and pulled his face down.
"Well, that was mean," he whispered. "Who is the boy, Lukey?"
The boy just stared up at him, his eyes big and blue, just like his father's.
"You're going to be just as powerful as your dad one day," he said.
Luke yawned and nuzzled against Obi-Wan's chest.
"I know you're not hungry," he whispered. "Your mom fed you just an hour ago."
Luke's breaths evened out as Obi-Wan stood and followed Anakin out of the room.
The other man sat on the sofa, flicking through images of planets quicker than Obi-Wan's tired mind could process.
"What was it?"
He turned to see that Padme had come up behind him. She laid a hand on Luke's back, caressing him.
"A vision, I believe," he answered. "There was a boy."
She raised a brow at him. "My son is dreaming of a boy? What about that would make him cry every night?"
"We think he's in trouble," he said. "He was hiding. Someone found him and called him a thief."
Padme looked at Anakin. "Does he remind you of someone possibly?"
Obi-Wan swallowed. "Possibly," he agreed. "I think Anakin does, too, even if he doesn't realize it."
"I've found it," Anakin called, turning to look at them. "Corellia."
Padme and Obi-Wan came closer, sitting on either side of him. "Corellia?" She repeated. "It's a core planet, right? Its main industry is shipbuilding."
Anakin nodded. "Ships and crime. I think we might have visited it when I was a padawan?"
Obi-Wan stared at the image of the planet. "It wasn't long after you came to us. We needed to get some parts from the planet's guild for the Jedi's ships, but when we got there we were told that they were stolen."
"By a Lady Proxima's gang," Anakin said. "I knew the name sounded familiar."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I'll leave in the morning and find this boy. It shouldn't take more than a week."
"Obi-Wan, you don't even have a plan or know the planet!" Padme said.
"I'm going with you!" Anakin yelped.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "The Jedi have been helping to rebuild the galaxy. I'm sure that they know something of this planet and I can use that." He looked at Anakin. "And you are staying here and taking care of the children, Padme, and yourself."
"But I'm better now!" Anakin hissed. "Obi-Wan, you can't go by yourself. This planet is just like Tatooine. Crime families rule."
"And I can handle them," Obi-Wan argued.
"Boys." They stopped arguing and looked at Padme. She turned first to Anakin. "You know that Obi-Wan is more than capable of taking care of himself and others. Don't act like he isn't." She looked at Obi-Wan. "That being said, I agree that you shouldn't go alone."
"B-but we can't just leave you alone with three children," Obi-Wan said.
"I'll call my mother or sister. One of them has to be free to help us out," she said.
Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard. "I wish Ahsoka was here."
Padme reached across Anakin and played with Luke's curls. "You know that she's helping the Republic. She'll come home when she can."
Anakin cleared his throat and Obi-Wan remembered that of the three of them Anakin probably missed her the most. "I'm going to get our supplies ready."
Obi-Wan followed him out with his eyes.
"His healer cleared him."
Obi-Wan groaned until Luke began to fuss. He rubbed the boy's back till he settled once more.
"I know. I'm just scared. After everything with his heart," Obi-Wan said, trailing off. "I can't lose him again."
"Obi-Wan," Padme said. "He's still our Anakin. Stubborn, reckless, and resilient. But he's trying harder to be careful. Have you considered that he's worried about you, too?"
"But-"
"You're just as reckless as he is."
Obi-Wan huffed, turning away.
Padme shifted to her knees and kissed him on the cheek. "Take him with you and keep each other out of trouble."
"Okay," he finally agreed.
"Good," she said and pulled Luke from his arms. "Now, go make up with him."
He kissed her forehead before he rose and followed Anakin out of the room. He found the man in a spare room that held much of the gear from their old life. Anakin was strapping a bag shut with jerky movements. He came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The younger man sagged back into him.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “I can’t lose you. Not again.”
“I know,” Anakin sighed. “And you won’t.”
Obi-Wan buried his face in his neck. “It’s going to be dangerous.”
Anakin turned in his arms and pulled his face up with gentle hands. “Nothing that we can’t handle. We’ve always been the team. We’ll go to Corellia and find this kid and then we’ll come back.”
Obi-Wan leaned forward, kissing him. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
They had just touched down on Corellia and stepped off the ship when things started going south.
They were met by three humans armed with blasters. They were hard men, muscled and dangerous. Enforcers.
"Lady Proxima would like to know why two former Jedi have entered her city," one spoke. The other two seemed to defer to him.
"We're looking for my cousin," Anakin lied. "My uncle lived here, but we lost contact with him during the war. Someone told me that he died and left his son on his own."
The three men glared at them until the leader motioned with the barrel of his blaster for them to come closer. "We'll let Lady Proxima decide if you are welcome to look for your cousin ."
Obi-Wan stepped in front of Anakin and followed two of the men through the city. The leader followed behind them.
The room that they were led to smelled like a sewer and was dimly lit. Through the gloom Obi-Wan was sure that he could see many small faces along the walls.
Lady Proxima was a Grindalid and a prime example of how nasty one was. She rose from a murky pool in the middle of the room.
"What brings Jedi to my planet?" She growled.
"We're looking for a young boy," Obi-Wan said. He nodded to Anakin. "My companion’s cousin."
"And what makes you think that he is here in the city?"
"My uncle lived in the city before he passed away sometime during the war," Anakin said. "We just want to take him home with us, where he belongs."
"So you would take one of my children?" She asked.
Obi-Wan felt the people in the room bristle around them. He glanced around, counting the weapons pointed at them and did not like their odds.
"Take them below," she ordered. "We'll teach them some manners before we send them back into space. This is no place for Jedi."
Obi-Wan lifted his hand to hold Anakin back, but the other man was already stomping towards the alien.
"You cannot keep him here," he hissed. "You can't keep any of them here."
A child, no more than six, darted forward and hit him behind the knees with a stick. An older child followed and punched the man across the face as he fell.
"It seems that they want to stay here," Proxima gloated.
Anakin glared up at the alien before spitting blood on the floor. "You'll regret this," he gritted out.
Hands grabbed them, roughing them up as they were led down the hall and a set of stairs to a series of cells. They pushed the two men into one together before leaving, laughter and jeers following in their wake.
“Anakin, are you okay?” Obi-Wan asked as he crawled over to the other man.
Anakin rose to his elbows, spitting blood to the floor. “I’m fine, I think.”
Obi-Wan sighed, running his fingers over his face in the dark. He could feel a split in the man’s lip and swelling over his cheekbone. “I admit it; you were right.”
Anakin laughed and groaned. “I told you so.”
“We’ll rest till dark and then find a way out,” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin nodded against his hands and leaned into him.
“There’s no way out.”
Obi-Wan looked up and felt Anakin tense against him. He saw movement in the cell across from them. “Who are you?”
“It doesn’t really matter,” the voice, a boy by the sound of it, said. “The only way I’ll get out of here is to be one of Proxima’s street rats.”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth, but Anakin replied first.
“Even when you’re a slave you have your own name.”
There was a pause before the boy spoke again. “Han. My name is Han.”
“I’m Anakin Skywalker and this is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said.
“The Jedi?”
“We used to be,” Obi-Wan said.
“What brings you here of all places?” Han asked.
“We’re looking for someone,” Anakin said. “My son… He showed us that that person needed our help.”
“Lucky person.”
“They may be if we ever get out of here,” Obi-Wan said.
It was quiet for a while before the boy spoke up again. “Could… could you tell me stories?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip. How young was this child? “Sure,” he said, voice gentle. “Anything you want to hear about in particular?”
“Anything about space.”
“It’s cold,” Anakin said. Obi-Wan looked down at the man resting against him. “At least that’s what I first noticed. I’d always wanted to go up there, but once I was there the first time I was too busy shivering to notice much.”
The boy scoffed. “Why not heat the damn ship?”
“The ships are heated, laserbrain. That’s how cold it is,” Anakin said. “Stop laughing, you.”
Obi-Wan shook with laughter. “He’s just grouchy. You’ve never seen a pilot that loves space as much as he does.”
“You’re pilots, too?” Han asked.
“The two best damn pilots you’ll ever meet,” Anakin said.
The boy sighed wistfully. “One day I’m going to leave this planet and be a pilot. I’ll get my own ship and no one will ever tell me what to do again.”
Anakin huffed. “How old are you?”
“Eleven,” Han said.
“When I was your age, I’d already fought in a major battle,” Anakin said. “When we get free, you can come with us and we’ll make sure you have a chance to be a pilot.”
The boy snorted. “I already told you. The only way out is Lady Proxima letting us out.”
“Your lack of faith is disturbing,” Anakin said, a quick flash of his bright smile in the darkness. “I nicked the key when they threw us in.”
“And you didn’t mention this till now, why?” Obi-Wan asked.
He felt Anakin shrug beside him. “You taught me to wait until the opportune moment.”
Obi-Wan snagged the curls at the back of his head and pulled him into a hard kiss. “The most opportune moment would be the one before I want to throttle you,” he muttered against his lips.
“Are you two kissing? That’s gross,” the boy said.
“Bah, wait till you’re older,” Anakin said. “You’ll find someone that you want to kiss all the time.”
“Sure and I’ll have a pet Wookie,” Han snarked.
Anakin pulled Obi-Wan up with him and he leaned through the bars, undoing the lock. “I think you would be the pet in that scenario.”
“Whatever, it’s not going to happen.”
There was a click and the cell door swung open. Anakin stretched as he walked through. “So, Han, are you ready to be a pilot?”
They heard him come closer to the bars and rattle them. “I’ll do anything.”
Anakin unlocked his cell and the boy reached out, clutching their cloaks. Together, they felt their way out of the prison.
“We are taking you with us,” Obi-Wan said. “But we came here to find another boy. He may have been taken a few days ago for stealing some food.”
“How would you know that?” Han asked, confused.
“Our son, he dreamed of him being caught. He wouldn’t dream of anything else for days,” Anakin said.
“Why would he dream of that?”
“He has a strong connection with the Force,” Obi-Wan explained. “It can lead us to those we’re destined to be close to.”
They stopped when they reached the door. Anakin carefully opened it and looked out into the corridor, before opening it fully and leading them out. It was only slightly brighter than in the cells.
“But I’m not that special.”
Anakin froze and looked back, catching Obi-Wan’s eyes. Together, they slowly looked down at the boy. Even with the dark and the dirt smudged on his face, they could recognize Han as the boy Luke had shown them.
Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder. “My son dreamed of you, protecting you. He thinks you’re special. As do I.”
“And I,” Anakin said. “No one deserves to live like this.”
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes on his lover. “Anakin, there’s only two of us.”
He shot a quick grin back at Obi-Wan. “It was almost always just the two of us.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “They took our lightsabers. We’ll have to find them first.”
“You can’t be planning on fighting,” Han said. “Nobody beats Lady Proxima’s gang.”
Obi-Wan bit his lip, staring at Anakin. “We do have Han to worry about. After we find our sabers, you should take him back to the ship.”
“You can’t fight them by yourself,” Anakin argued.
“I’m not some child that needs protecting,” Han blurted. Both men looked down at him and he flushed. “I’ve lived on the streets as long as I can remember and pulled more scams than two Jedi could.”
Anakin snorted.
“Shut up, Anakin,” Obi’-wan said. “Han, that doesn’t change the fact that you are young and in our charge.”
Han chewed on his lip before saying anything. “Would it change if I said I know this hideout?”
“How well do you know it?” Anakin asked.
“You can’t-”
“Master,” Anakin interrupted. “There are things I learned before I joined the Jedi. I believe Han may have learned some of those same lessons.”
“I know where they would keep your lightsabers,” Han quickly said. “And how to get there without being seen.”
Obi-Wan grit his teeth. “Let’s be quick. And at the first sign of trouble I’m dragging you both out of here.”
Anakin nodded and looked down at Han. “Lead the way.”
Han blinked. “I just convinced you to let me help you fight them. Why did I do that?”
Obi-Wan snorted. “You’ll get used to that by being around Anakin. He has that effect on people.”
He hesitated. “Do you really think you can help everyone?”
“Obi-Wan’s master saved me from slavery,” Anakin said softly. “He was just one Jedi. There are two of us. You’d be surprised by what we can do.”
Han nodded and turned before trotting down the hallway. He led them down different corridors, ducking into rooms when beings neared. He was true to his word. No one had seen them by the time they reached a locked door.
“Your lightsabers should be in here,” Han said, panting. “That’s where they keep the really good loot.”
“How do you know all of this?” Obi-Wan asked as Anakin bent down to peer at the lock.
Han shrugged. “I stole food and other supplies. If I stole something from here I could make less trips.”
“I got it,” Anakin said, connecting two wires. The door silently slid open. The room behind it was empty of beings and they crept inside.”
Obi-Wan saw the lightsabers and nudged Anakin. They sat together across the room on a crate. “Does this seem too easy?”
“The adults are all asleep,” Han said. “They sleep during the day like Lady Proxima. The kids that aren’t sleeping are working.”
“Where does Lady Proxima sleep?” Anakin asked.
“The pool in the main chamber is pretty deep. Lady Proxima, Moloch, and the others go down there during the day,” Han answered.
Anakin’s brows drew together in thought. “Obi-Wan,” he finally said. “Do you think it’s time we spring this trap?”
Obi-Wan snorted. “I thought you’d never ask. Do you have a plan?”
Anakin grinned. “I think so.” He bent his knees to be on Han’s level. “I want you to stay between Obi-Wan and me. We will protect you and get you off world.”
Han swallowed, but nodded.
“Okay,” Anakin said, grabbing his lightsaber and fixing it to his belt. He reached for Obi-Wan’s and froze. “Are these prysma crystals?”
Obi-Wan stepped beside him and lifted a clear crystal the size of his thumb. Even in the dim room it threw rainbows against the wall behind it. “How did they get prysma crystals?”
“They were bragging about that before I got caught,” Han said. “Some dealer got lost and ended up here for parts. They cleared his ship while he was looking for a mechanic.”
Anakin opened a pouch on his belt and swept several of the smaller crystals into it. “My plan just got better.”
Obi-Wan clipped his saber to his belt. “I think I know what your plan is and it’s not your worst. It may actually work.”
“Your confidence is inspiring.”
“You two are weird,” Han muttered.
They shrugged. They couldn’t really deny it. Anakin crossed the room and glanced out the door. “The hall is clear. Let’s go.”
They quietly left the room and down the hall. Han pointed the way and they emerged into the large main chamber. The pool in the middle of the ground was dark and still.
They walked further into the room and the door slammed behind them. Two grindalids blocked their way with their staff while other humanoids stood behind them.
“Did you really think we would leave ourselves unguarded while we had Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi captive?” one said. “Your reputation precedes you.”
“You hear that, Obi-Wan? We’re famous,” Anakin said. “If our reputation were anywhere near the truth you would have let us find Han and we would have been on our way.”
Jarring laughter split the room and Lady Proxima rose from the pool. “You are arrogant, Jedi.”
“And you use children as slaves and pawns,” Anakin said. “I’ll give you this last chance to let them go.”
“Shouldn’t you stop him?” Han whispered, stepping closer to Obi-Wan.
He shook his head. “Anakin is in control. Stay with me. It’s about to get messy.”
“You overstep, Jedi,” she said. “For that you will suffer.”
The grindalids closed in around them.
“I warned you,” Anakin said, raising his arm. He looked up at the ceiling above them and there was a sound that was more of a vibration. The glass in darkened windows started to spiderweb cracks and then shattered.
Light flooded the room and the grindalids cowered. Lady Proxima screamed and dove, disappearing into the depths. Her attendants weren’t as lucky. Dust rose from their robes as they attempted to get back into the shadows.
Anakin dug his mech hand into the pouch at his waist and tossed a handful of crystals and dust into the air around him. He lowered his hand and held them in the air, their shards refracting rainbows into the room so no shadows remained.
Han’s mouth hung open. “He didn’t even use his lightsaber.”
“He didn’t need to,” Obi-Wan said. He looked around them and saw small, dirty faces all staring. “Children, if you want something more than this life, come with us. We’ll find a life for you where you don’t have to steal or wonder if you will get your next meal.”
A young girl, roughly Han’s age, stepped in front of the others. “Why? We’re not like you, with your powers. Jedi haven’t saved normal people before.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin and looked back at her. “We should have and we will now. You have my word.”
Some of the children ran out of the room and Obi-Wan swallowed his disappointment. But the girl and many of the children behind her stayed.
“You better be telling the truth, Jedi,” she said.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Do you need to get your things?”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin sighed, lowering his arm finally. The crystals fell to the ground around him.
“We don’t have things,” the girl said. “We can follow you out now.”
“Oh, yes,” he said quickly. “Anakin.”
“You lead the way to the ship,” he replied. “I’ll make sure that no one follows us.”
Obi-Wan nodded and crossed the room, pushing the door open. The light was welcome and the fresh air more so. He glanced behind him to see about thirty children behind him, led by Han and the girl.
“What’s your name?” he asked her as he led them down the street.
“Qi’ra,” she said.
“Well, Qi’ra, you may have a career in politics ahead of you,” he said. “You certainly seem to lead your friends well.”
She snorted. “Politics are for adults with money.”
“I know a woman who was a queen when she was fourteen,” he said and turned a corner. Their ship was still on the landing pad, thank the Force. With all the new passengers it would be a tight fit, but they wouldn’t have to leave anyone behind.
“I doubt that,” Qi’ra said. “And, even if it was true, street kids couldn’t do that.”
They reached the ship and Obi-Wan stopped and bowed to her. “Mistress Qi’ra, you may very well be surprised.”
The ramp lowered and she rolled her eyes as she walked up it, closely followed by the other children. He counted as they passed him. Thirty six. Padme would kill him if he allowed Anakin to bring home thirty six children.
“I’m not sure anything would surprise me now.”
Han. Thirty seven.
“I wouldn’t bet credits on that,” Anakin said as he joined them.
“I have a bad feeling about this when you say that,” Han said, glaring up at him.
“Life is certainly never boring around him,” Obi-Wan said. “We should board the ship before Qi’ra leaves us.”
“I was just about to,” she called down to them.
Obi-Wan clapped a hand on Anakin’s shoulder as the three of them walked up the ramp. “You’re telling Padme about this.”
Anakin froze in his tracks. “What?” he squawked. “You invited them all.”
“Only because you were too busy to do so,” Obi-Wan replied. “And you insisted on coming.”
“You said I was right,” Anakin argued as he followed them.
Han glanced up at the two men. They were still weird. But they were kind and brave. He may enjoy this new life.
The ship had barely touched down on Naboo before Padme led a group of women on board and put order to the chaos inside. She later confided in Obi-Wan that their advance warning as they left Corellia had given her enough time to gather her sister, several other doctors, and the leaders of the Naboo foster parents. The women were all gentle, but firm. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Han stayed out of their way.
“What will happen to them?” Han whispered.
“My parents work with them,” Padme admitted. “You’ll find no better people in the Core. They will be able to be children again and choose a life path they couldn’t have before.”
“And what about me?” Han asked, staring at the beautiful woman beside him.
Padme smiled down at him, much like she had a slave boy nearly fifteen years before. “You can come home with us. I think Luke and the girls would like to finally meet you.”
Han swallowed but quickly nodded, taking her hand as she led him out of the ship.
“She really is a wonder,” Anakin sighed.
“And she’s all ours,” Obi-Wan said.
“Let’s go home.”
Han stared at everything in the house. At least, until he met the babies. Leia and Ashla babbled and cooed at him, but Luke cried, reaching for him, until the boy picked him up. They stared at each other for an uncomfortably long moment, before Luke snuggled into Han’s neck and fell asleep.
Han looked at the adults over Luke’s head, his eyes wide.
“He’s been waiting for you,” Padme whispered.
“I think I love him,” Han whispered.
“I think the feeling’s mutual,” Anakin muttered. “No child of mine is getting married until they’re thirty.”
Padme and Obi-Wan both stared at him. “You’re not even thirty yet.”
He glanced between them and rolled his eyes, before leaving the room.
Obi-Wan snorted as Padme laughed and leaned into him. They watched as Han focused back on Luke and forgot they were even in the room.
“I still can’t believe how you told me you found them,” Padme whispered. “Corellia is a core world. How could something like that happen?”
Obi-Wan squeezed her shoulders. “We were all focused on the war. Proxima and those like her took advantage of that.”
She hummed in acknowledgement. “Obi-Wan,” she said softly. “When our children are a little older, do you think you and Anakin would mind if I returned to the senate?”
Obi-Wan kissed her neck. “We expected you would eventually.”
She tilted her head toward him and he rested his against hers. “I want to become Chancellor. Children shouldn’t have to join gangs to survive or be born into slavery.”
“You’ll make an amazing Chancellor.”
They turned to see Anakin in the door frame behind them. His lips were pulled up at the corners in a soft smile. “I would trust no one more to lead the galaxy.”
She slipped her hand into Obi-Wan’s and reached for Anakin’s. He pushed away from the door frame and joined them. “I think I could do anything with my husbands by my side.”
“I feel the same way,” Anakin said, taking Obi-Wan’s hand. There was something held between their hands that he could feel. He glanced at them both to see them both looking back at him with barely concealed excitement.
“What?” he asked, lifting Anakin’s hand and opening them to see a silver ring cradled between their palms.
“We’ve wanted to ask for a while, but no moment was right. This one is,” Anakin said. “So what do you say, will you marry us?”
Obi-Wan pushed forward, pulling them close and kissing both of their cheeks. He was speechless, throat choked from tears. He could only nod.