Their Lady Adyé [Star Wars]

Going Flying

It felt like an itch beneath his skin. Something he couldn't quite shake. A familiar itch, one he'd been fighting since he was a child and he'd gotten his first taste for the marvellous sensations he knew he was craving now.

Luke was itching to fly.

They had been combing through the archives for days, searching for usable traces of Jedi lore that had somehow managed to survive Palpatine's purge. Even now, Athara was buried in a text that seemed to describe the ability to project one or another's presence and even inanimate things using the Force. Fascinating to be sure, but Luke's patience for academics was limited, even with the subject matter. Then again, he'd never had much patience for it. He'd always far and away preferred to be active. A trait he shared with his father, apparently.

He needed a chance to unwind. A chance to let go and clear his head. And one of the best ways to do that? Even having learned and mastered the techniques Ben and Athara both had taught him?

Flying.

And his trusty X-wing had even been unloaded from where it was usually safely and conveniently stowed in the lower hangar bay of the Flame. He could even now visualize it where it sat next to the red corvette on the landing pad.

So with a murmured mention of his intention and a kiss to the crown of his wife's head, he slipped from the archive, smiling fondly at Athara's absent wave and muttered nonsense that he suspected was supposed to be an endearment or bid to enjoy himself, had she not been so engrossed.

Only to be waylaid as he stepped out of their quarters—zipping up his flightsuit as he did—by a squat blue and white droid and his little charge, newly woken from her nap.

Swallowing back a groan as he took in Ana's happy smile and the fists knuckling away the last bits of sleep from her eyes, he glanced off in the direction where he could sense Athara was still absorbed in their discoveries thus far. He was loathe to disturb her just now. And while the astrodroids were a godsend for keeping an eye on Ana while she slept or napped, they weren't nanny droids either, no matter that Artoo sometimes seemed to like pretending he was, fond as the old droid had become of Ana.

No. He was going to have to put off his flight, he realized with disappointment.

But then a thought hit him as he noticed the way Ana's eyes were brightening as she took in his flightsuit, immediately making the association that the garment meant he was going out to the X-wing she loved to look at and especially watch.

"You're goin' flyin'?" she asked, sounding faintly awed. He grinned and scooped up the little girl.

"That's the plan. But we have a problem." She frowned at his serious voice, already looking disappointed that she might not be able to watch the X-wing fly. "You see, your Mama is busy, which means you've got to stay with me." And she seemed to deflate in his arms. Unable to maintain his serious expression a moment longer, he bounced her in his arms, his grin returning. "So how would you like to go flying with me?"

He didn't have the words for how incandescently happy his daughter's face was as her Skywalker-blue eyes lit up and her mouth fell open in a startled, excited little 'o.'

"But," he said, stopping her before the toddler could begin chattering or even squealing in excitement, "this has to be our secret, okay? No telling your mother." Athara would kill him for even considering this...Ana wasn't even three, yet... Ana's pale head bobbed eagerly.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered loudly, still working on grasping that it defeated the purpose if a whisper was anything but soft. It was simply too endearing, though. Grinning, excitement of his own building in his chest, he kissed the crown of her head and settled her more securely on his hip.

"Off we go, then," he said cheerily, earning a delighted clap from his daughter. "Coming Artoo?" The response he got roughly translated to an 'of course' with a warning that Athara would turn him into spare parts if she found out. Luke chuckled despite the nervous certainty that he was right about that. "I know, Artoo. She won't...yet." Because he knew her better that to even hope he could keep it from her for too long.

...now just when to tell her...that was another matter...

But he pushed the thought aside. Just now, he was taking his daughter flying.

And in that moment? He was more excited by that prospect than by the flying itself.

Up in the archives, Athara's head tilted and a fondly exasperated grin crossed her face at what she had just sensed.

...now, when to let him know that she knew...a scheming smirk curled her lips then as she began to contemplate how best to torment her husband over this.

...perhaps she would keep him guessing for a while...

This was going to be fun...

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! I know I did! It was such a lovely, fun little bit of cuteness to write! CX

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