Night Terrors

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Dagobah was quiet. It was different to Naboo. Peaceful, isolated. Perhaps even lonely at times. Padmé relaxed by the front window of the hut, scribbling notes into the twins scrapbook. She needed something to do while the twins slept, so she started to make a book for them. It held their baby photos, birth certificates, and even their tags from the hospital. She wrote about their development, growth, and which of their parent's they reminded her of.

Luke has six teeth now. His smile is brighter than Naboo's sun and his eyes are just like Anakin's. Leia's eye

Padmé's attention was moved to the loud cry. "Mommy!" Leia's voice shook the hut, and Padmé leaped from her chair and ran to her daughter. Leia sat up in the cot, tears streaking down her chubby face, brown eyes rimmed with red. Padmé brought the crying child into her arms and walked to her bedroom, hoping not to wake Luke.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Padmé wiped the tears from her daughter's eyes, keeping her arm around her.
"I saw a scary man. He took Luke away just like daddy!" Leia spoke shakily with gasps of air breaking her sentences. Padmé thought back to the multiple times she had to calm Anakin down after a nightmare.
"You just had a nightmare honey. Luke is fine, no one's going to take him. Or you." She tried to reassure her. Leia sobbed again, burying her face in Padmé's gown.
"You promise?" She asked.
"I promise,"
Padmé hummed an old lullaby from her childhood, stroking her daughter's curls. She uses to sing this to Anakin when he couldn't sleep, either from nightmares or worrying about the war. It worked every single time.
"Mom? Leia?" Luke stood in the doorway rubbing his eye.
"It's okay. You're sister had a bad dream that's all." Padmé told him softly, as Leia had finally fallen asleep.
"Is she okay?" He asked sleepily, scrambling over the bed to reach his sister and mother. "She's fine now, come here,"
Luke settled next to Padmé, snuggling against her and letting his eyes drift closed once again. Padmé held her children close, smiling at their peaceful expressions. She was ready to fight off anything that came for them, whether it was bad dreams, fear, or even Palpatine himself.

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