His Ghost (Sequal To Promise Me)

Chapter 1 °Dreamer°

Nicolette

"Luke!"

I shouted, once I'd steadied myself from toppling over, and along with it, the bowl tightly held in my arms. With him chasing our new pet around like that, I'll never get anything done. And of course, the twenty year old ignored me, and continued to chase after his little furry friend instead.
I sighed, but continued mixing the cake batter anyway.

The kitchen was a mess, instructions all over the place, pans, broken bowls and silverware. Let's be honest, I'm not one to cook, and that's for sure. But, can you really blame me? I mean, I've been a Jedi all my life, up until a couple years ago when Anakin went crazy and killed the others. And can you believe that it was all for me? Pft. Talk about obsessed.

Speaking of who, here he comes. "Hey honey." I greet, moving away from the counter and over to give my husband a kiss on the lips.

"Hello." He smiles, bending down to peck me just where I wanted. "What're you up to?" He quickly asks, looking all around the messy kitchen. My cheeks blushing a light pink at my embarrassing situation.

I sighed. "Working on my fourth attempt in making a decent birthday cake for our daughter." I pathetically explain, leaving his side to try and clean up a bit, but he grabs my hands before I can touch a single thing.

"Don't worry, I'll get it. Just go finish the one you're on." He insists. Ushering me toward the blue bowl I'd come from.

I nodded, but jumped once I felt a smack to my bum. A squeak escaping my lips before I whipped my head around to narrow my eyes at the culprit. He laughed a hearty laugh, making me smile as he turned to face the mess, still chuckling to himself.

I cooed to myself at the sight of his pearly whites, and the small extra chin created due to the drop of his jaw. "How was work?" I asked, now facing away from him, dedicating most of my attention on the task at hand once again.

"Tiring."

I nodded understandingly. "You should've been in my shoes.. Chewy kept eating the cookies, and Luke-"

"Cookies?" Anakin intterupts, sounding genuinely interested in the flakey sweets. "What cookies?"

I giggle. "There aren't anymore." I say, pointing to the crumb covered platter with the spoon I held. And from behind I could hear Ani sigh, deprived by missing his chance of getting a cookie.

"Has Leia arrived yet?" He changes the subject, the sound of the rusty trash bin opening before closing again.

I shook my head after a few more seconds. "No, not yet. Neither has Padme and Declyn." I frown, moving to the pan to fill it with chocolate batter. "Could you set the timer to twenty minutes?" I asked as I scraped the sides of the bowl with the spatula.

Anakin hummed in agreement, and I dropped the bowl gently into the sink, smoothed out the rest of the batter perfectly, and spun around. "Here." I say with a smile, extending my arm, and placing the batter covered spatula in his dirt covered hands.

He thanked me with a boyish smile, and I spun back around to set the soon -to-be cake into the oven.

Once that was done, I wiped down the counter tops and put the dirtied dishes into the sink. And Anakin reached over me to do just that with the spoon. Kissing my cheek, he say's, "I think I'm going to go wash up before my daughter arrives."

I spin around, clutch the fabrics of his dirtied work attire in my hands. "But i like this look, makes you seem innocent." I pout with a flirty smirk.