sith_happened | Hotel Room [handwavey], Saturday morning

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Hotel Room [handwavey], Saturday morning

Anakin believed that there were very few things in the galaxy as peaceful as opening his eyes before Rory or the baby started to stir and just getting to look around and realize what a truly lucky bastard he was.

It was in moments like these that Anakin was still, content, and in-tune with the living Force.

Naturally, these moments never lasted.

[OOC: For the fake wife and weetinies]

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This moment in particular was interrupted by a pair of blue eyes peering over the edge of the bed at Anakin, before Christopher scrabbled to his feet. He'd been playing space battles on the floor using paper airplanes.

"Hi Daddy," he said shyly. "Wanna play ships with me?"

Anakin had been planning on this weekend, but for other people, not him.

So he blinked rapidly and tried not to have a heart attack or something.

"Sure," he said, carefully pulling his arm away from Rory and slipping out of bed. "But we have to be quiet so we don't wake everyone up."

"Juliet's at school so we just gotta not wake up Mommy 'cause she'll be mad," Christopher told him seriously and very softly. "And then we'll make pancakes for her."

Okay, so this was a child from a plausible universe and not one where he got high and married Belthazor or Obi-Wan or something. Good to know.

"Are you good at making pancakes?" he asked, reaching for a paper airplane. "And how long has Juliet been at school?"

"Forever," Christopher told him seriously. "One time you and Mommy had to go talk to her teacher and Mommy said that they weren't gonna keep Juliet in kinndy-garten forever just 'cause she threw a chair without touching nothing and that she didn't like her childrenses' teachers telling lies, so Juliet got to be in first grade. But it wasn't a lie, but sometimes we gotta pretend we aren't special, 'cause not everyone is and it's mean to brag." That was Rory's thinking, yes. "But I'm really good at pancakes."

"Then we'll have to make pancakes," Anakin said, wondering how they'd manage that in a hotel room. "Juliet sounds like a handful. Do you ever move furniture with the Force?"

"Nuh uh, I'm good, but one time I was mad and used it in publics and you and Mommy didn't like it," Christopher said, making little ship noises as he flew a paper plane around.

Anakin nodded. "Because we only use the Force at home or in Fandom, right?"

"And not in Macy's when Mommy is buying shoes even if the man did have funny hair and I was hungry," Christopher explained.

Laughing right now would be bad.

"Exactly," he said solemnly. "What did Mommy call you then?"

Anakin thought he was being subtle in trying to figure out the kid's name.

"Christopher Richard Skywalker," he said, with big eyes. "Grampa's name is only for when you need my 'tention. Like how Juliet's always Juliet and not Lor'lai, and I'm always Christopher and not Christopherrichard."

"That's a very big name for a very big boy," Anakin said, eyes shining as his fingers moved across a sheet of hotel stationary, turning it into a paper X-Wing. "There's just the four of us, then? And Vladdie?"

"Yeah but I asked Mommy if we can get another baby 'cause I don't want to be littlest anymore," he told Anakin, "but Mommy said no so I'm gonna ask Santa, I think."

Anakin was glad to know that there must be at least one shopping mall he hadn't been thrown out of with the whole Santa business.

"I'm not sure Santa brings babies," he said, "but it never hurts to ask."

"Why wouldn't he?" Christopher wondered. "Where do they come from?"

Have fun, Anakin.

Oh, he'd walked right into that.

He winced. "Should we wait to ask Mommy?"

Way to throw her under the bus, Anakin.

"Mommy's asleeps," Christopher pointed out, pointing directly at Rory like maybe Anakin didn't notice that his wife was out cold in the bed mere feet away.

Dammit. And the charts back in his office were designed to traumatize teenagers, not talk to preschoolers.

"Um," Anakin said eloquently. "Should we make Mommy some coffee? You could have some too..."

Yes, Anakin, bribe the child.

"Really?" Christopher was totally into this idea. "With milk and sugar and candy for breakfast?"

It was a nice try.

Anakin laughed. "Nice try."

"Grampa Luke lets me have waffles with candy sometimes," Christopher told him.

"Do you think today would be a good sometime?" Anakin asked.

"Yeah!" He peeked at the bed. "Mommy prolly wants some, too."

"Want to order room service?" Anakin replied with a mischievous grin.

"I'm not 'lowed to use the phone," he recited solemnly.

"Would you like me to order?" Anakin amended. "You can make sure I don't forget anything."

"Pancakes and coffee for Mommy!" he said happily. "And bacon. And waffles. And syrup. And donuts!"

He had the Gilmore appetite, it seemed.

Anakin laughed. "And orange juice?" he tried. That much sugar was going to have this kid running in circles for hours.

"And chocklit milk!" he decided.

"I'll order," Anakin said. "You go wake Mommy up."

Christopher scooted over to the bed and went up to pounce on his mother. She'd love that!

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