A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Away

Epilogue

Luna pressed a kiss to baby Luke's forehead before handing him over to his mother. The twins were about two days old now, and it wasn't going to be long until the whole secret of the Skywalker's marriage was going to be revealed to the public. The Jedi Council knew, as did a few close friends, but otherwise the galaxy was oblivious.

Padmé cradled the sleepy boy in her arms, allowing him to finish drifting off to dreamland before she tucked him in. Leia laid in another crib on the other side of the room, already asleep. The two were puting the twins to bed before dinner. Anakin still had yet to arrive at the apartment, but he was due any moment.

Luna ducked out of the room, allowing the mother and son privacy. It may have only been a couple days, but Luna couldn't keep from feeling like she was intruding on special, private moments every time she saw one or both of the twins with one or both of their parents. She kept on feeling like she should leave, but she wouldn't dare suggest it after what happened last time she had left. Besides, as Padmé and Anakin kept reminding her, they were going to need her help with taking care of the twins. They only wanted people they knew to help them, and they both seemed to realize juggling two babies when only one parent, probably Padmé, was present would be more than a little difficult.

It didn't keep Luna from feeling like she was intruding nearly every moment since their birth. Unfortunately she still hadn't come up with a plan of action so it wasn't like she could do anything about it besides try to make herself into a ghost.

Luna herself wasn't too big of a fan of that plan either. Usually she was okay with being that far from the minds of whoever she was living with, but she didn't like the thought of doing so now.

She was pretty sure she had spoiled herself with the near one-on-one attention she had been receiving the past few months, something she had never ever even come close to having in living memory. Luna was also rather mad at herself for reasons besides that....like being jealous of the twins when she had no right to harbor such feelings. She had no real reason, logically, to be jealous or angry, and she already loved and adored the two babies so even the smallest bit of her own negative feelings about them only caused her to get more angry at herself. Yes, she had sort of been taken care of as an only child for the first time in her life. Yes, the twins were going to replace her and rightfully so. Luna shouldn't have held an opinion on the matter. She'd known it was going to happen since day one.

All in all, she wanted to repeatedly slam her head into a brick wall—or metal considering she was near positive bricks didn't exist in this galaxy—as retribution for her stupidity, lack of planning, and off the wall feelings she had no right to possess.

The teen walked down the hall and into the living room to find Anakin standing at parade rest on the veranda. Recognizing that he was probably meditating, Luna tried to silently move to the kitchen as to not disturb him. She didn't make it very far.

"Padmé's putting the twins to bed?" Anakin asked in a low voice, leaving his meditation and turning to her. Luna stopped and nodded.

"Leia's already asleep, and Luke has nearly joined her," Luna informed him as she moved his way. "She'll be out in a minute or two."

"Good, there is something the two of us want to discuss with you."

"Okay," Luna responded uncertainty. What did they want to talk to her about? Was it what had happened with Ahsoka and Nyx? She thought that they had finally decided to drop the incident. Did she do something wrong?

"You didn't do anything," Anakin said reassuringly, picking up on her worries. Luna nodded as she mentally check her mental shields. She hadn't meant to project fear. Any emotion for that matter, kinda important when your trying to put a Force sensitive baby to bed. "We'll talk after dinner."