Redemption

EPILOGUE

Epilogue- Post Episode III

Owen and Beru Lars were thrilled to take in new-born Luke Skywalker despite their devastation at the loss of Anakin and Padme so quickly. They did not question the two Jedi Masters who brought the baby to their door, or the broken look in their eyes as they walked away from them. "That baby is going to be a remarkable man when he grows up." Opal Kenobi murmured to her husband as they settled together on their speeder. "Do you think the same, Ben?"

He rose a questioning eyebrow. "Do you still think I'm magnificent, Harmony Kenobi?" He mused, turning his head to look over his shoulder at his wife. They were now going by Harmony and Ben Kenobi since their arrival to Tatooine for fear that their real identities would be discovered. "Your ego is still the same as ever, dear wife."

Opal wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her face between his shoulder blades, inhaling that scent that always clung to his robes. The scent of home.

"As long as you still think me powerful, Ben Kenobi." She replied softly, lifting her head to gaze at the twin suns of Tatooine.

Gold and amber flickered deep within the depths of onyx. Obi-Wan could see her face, feel the peace she resonated deep within The Force. Away from the oppression of secrets, no longer having to worry about being deceptive and hiding their relationship from The Jedi Council. After so long of waiting to be together, freedom was theirs.

"Shall we go home?" Obi-Wan yelled. Opal beamed at her husband as they took off through the Junland Wastes towards their little home.

"As long as I'm with you, Obi-Wan.. I am home."

9 Months Later

"You have this, sweetheart." Obi-Wan whispered encouragement in her ear from where he sat behind Opal, her back pressed to his chest and his arms hooked underneath of hers. Sweat beaded against her brow from where they lay in the hospital beds at Mos Eisley preparing for the coming of their daughter. "That's it, darling. Push."

Opal let out one last scream, inhaling sharply as the sounds of a newborn's cry pierced the air. Obi-Wan took his free hand and tilted her chin just enough to see their baby girl. "A girl." She breathed, disbelieving laughter echoing in the air as their daughter was laid on her chest. Obi-Wan was wearing that same look of wonder he'd worn when Luke and Leia had been born. Absolutely wonder.

There she was, their daughter, a squirming mess of blood and long limbs but so very much alive.

"What do we wish to name her?" Obi-Wan asked, eyes shining with pride as Opal ran a finger along her cheek. "She is your baby too though. I can only take credit for the hair." Deep laughter broke past his lips as he curled a strand of strawberry blonde hair around his finger. "She might not keep it though. How unfortunate."

Silence ensued between the couple as Opal studied her newborn baby with warm brown eyes. She had not felt such a satisfaction since being rescued by Anakin and Obi-Wan after exiling herself from living so many years ago. Since they'd sat in that ship and Obi-Wan's Force Signature had sang with the news of their child to come into the world even at the end of everything they ever knew.

"Emma." She whispered. "Emma Brielle Kenobi." The pair gazed down at the sleeping babe cradled against her mother's breast. "A child, conceived by the most remarkable man and the woman who gained the redemption she thought herself undeserving of." Opal bent her head and brushed the barest kiss against pale, smooth skin. "You are meant to do incredible things."

Fin.