"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin was on a bench by the playground equipment watching his two children as they played.

Christopher ate sand. Anakin smiled.

Juliet jumped off the step side of the slide--Anakin caught her with the Force and smiled. Juliet blinked: that was not the expression she'd expected from her daddy when she did something that reckless. Being half Skywalker, she immediately beelined for a tree twice as tall as the slide to climb up and jump from.

...and Anakin smiled.

Mellow Anakin might be creepier than scary Anakin.

[OOC: Open!]

Because of the election, Anakin and Rory hadn't gotten a chance to celebrate her birthday together, so they'd gone to dinner and then gotten a hotel room where they could celebrate being kid-free for a night.

Anakin was decidedly unpleased to discover that the last person to use their room hadn't turned off the alarm clock this morning. "Shut up," he mumbled, flailing for it. "Do you know the last time I slept past nine? Because I don't."

It beeped on, unconcerned. Anakin flicked his hand to knock it off of the table with the Force.

...and nothing happened.

"What the hell?"

[OOC: For his lovely wife!]

Rory had been complaining about her back hurting today, so Anakin had taken Juliet with him to the island. He'd gotten all the way to his office and was in the process of unlocking the door when his comlink went off.

"Skywalker," he said immediately. "Oh....not back cramps. Contractions. I'll be there as fast as I can."

There was a pause.

"Yes, I'll drive within the speed limits."

This was a lie.

"And I'll bring you a smoothie."

That wasn't.

He disconnected the phone and crouched down to smile at Juliet. "I think you get to meet your little brother today!"

Juliet frowned. "No. Big brother."

Anakin sighed as he picked her up and headed back to the car. He figured time would sort that little problem out on its own.

[OOC: And Anakin is not around today. Yay for another Skywalker!]

Anakin was almost grateful for the relative coolness of the air--it stopped the wool he was wearing from being oppressively hot.

After all, if you're having a picnic in Regency-era England, you need to dress the part.

Or so Rory had insisted. Anakin was just hoping to lose the top hat sooner rather than later, even if he was a little excited to be on a date with his wife.

[OOC: For the wife and epic SP. NFB due to distance.]

Anakin leaned over Rory to check the clock and let out a chuckle before pulling the covers back up. "We still have a few hours until Juliet needs to get picked up from day care," he said. "Any ideas what we should do?"

Since the last bit had been his idea...

[OOC: For his lovely wife!]

If you asked Anakin, the entire backyard looked like it had been drenched in pink glitter, as was only appropriate for Juliet's first birthday party.

Relatives down from Connecticut mingled around the tables of munchies--both child and adult appropriate munchies--as Juliet made her first toddling steps in the grass, falling over every three paces. The center of the table held Juliet's elaborately frosted birthday cake.

There was a bouncy castle that took up an entire corner of the yard (don't ask if Anakin had jumped on it (because the answer was yes)), and a slightly intimidated-looking man in the other corner holding a pony by its reins.

Yes, Rory and Anakin had gone a little overboard, but did you really expect anything else from them?

[OOC: Open to all, especially relatives and those who have wee NPC kiddies.]

Anakin, it should be noted, was not nervous about the potential disaster that might be walking to his door any minute now.

It was just a family dinner, all right? Leia, Jaina, and Ben.

And John and Tahiri.

And Rory and Juliet.

And five different galactic timelines to keep straight.

What's to worry about?

There was a ton of food and enough rum to blind a pirate drink. It would be a very pleasant evening.

And if he had to mindwhammy each and every one of them to have that happen, well, don't think it wasn't crossing his mind.

Anakin was in a fantastic mood today. Rory and Juliet had come onto the island with him, and it had been far too long since he'd had the chance to have a lunch date with his wife.

She was currently grabbing coffee at the Perk, leaving Anakin to have an animated--and one-sided--conversation with his daughter as she sat in his lap.

"And the toes are connected to the foot, which is connected to the ankle, which is connected to the knee, which is very, very ticklish---"

Well, no one said it was going to be a terribly intelligent conversation.

The door was open.

Anakin glanced down at the baby in the stroller beside Rory, then at the seemingly endless line of cranky children in front of them, leading to a giant chair and a man in red. "Juliet is in far too good a mood to be here," he declared. "Look. The rest of them are screaming. We should go home."

Anakin was just creeped out by Santa. Shhh. Don't tell.

[OOC: For the fake wife and fake kid!]

Anakin was not sulking, okay?

Much.

Hiding Sitting in his office in one of Rory's outfits (shut up), Anakin glared at his computer and waited for the time to pass.

And the first person to call him Annie was getting slapped, student or not.