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Luke pumped his legs harder, the bicycle going faster. He cackled as he picked up speed. Anakin watched with amusement. “Careful, little star,” he smirked.
“Keep your eyes ahead of you!”
The boy kept peddling faster, lost in the joy of riding a bike! Until he peddled too fast and his eyes widened.
Anakin ran forward, boots slapping the pavement as he rushed over when Luke toppled over, running into a trash can. The boy whimpered, sitting up and looking down at his knee.
Anakin knelt beside him, shushing the whimpering child. He had a large scrape down his knee, the blood already bubbling at the surface. The father scooped him up with one arm, picking up the bike with the other, and carried both back to the house.
“You’ll be okay, little star,” he murmured. “Just a few band aids and hot cocoa will fix this.”
Luke nuzzled his head under Anakin's chin, the tears slowly drying at the promise of a delicious treat.