A/N-Ah, the sequel. Now, this chapter is a bit of a cheat…I do apologize for it. The part in italics will look very, very familiar. I promise there is something different at the bottom. A new, present scene. Also, it may be a while before I do a "chapter one" to this. However, it will come. Anyhow, on with the show!
Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars. That belongs to George Lucas. I don't own Harry Potter. That belongs to JK Rowling. This applies to all chapters.
Lorelei stood on the large balcony attached to hers and her husband's apartment. It was nighttime on Coruscant, a dark and glitter-less night. Well, one might not say "glitter-less" if they counted the occasional landspeeder--its lights on--zooming by. Rather the word that described this night, and so many others on this planet, was starless.
Lorelei and Luke had only been married less than a year. It was a wonderful time for her. Abdul Palpatine had disappeared from all known existence, and although Lorelei still received news of Voldemort's treachery, the death toll was not yet catastrophic. Lorelei threw back her black hair as she leaned on the balcony. Not much had happened since that prophecy business. But it was terribly true that that had not been but a few months ago.
But the nights and days on this world were long. It was a bustling city after all. With Leia re-elected as President of the New Republic, Luke's work as a Jedi Knight, and the overall intergalactic world, Lorelei almost felt like this world had added hours so that everyone could accomplish their many tasks in a day's time. Even at her shop, one of the many places she loved to be, the hours dragged by. And every night, she would come as her husband slept to spend an hour or two on this balcony in silence. Well, almost silence. There were those pesky landspeeders.
It wasn't that she didn't love it here--she did--but there were just certain things about this world that frightened, confused, and even bored her. Of course, one of the most frightening and confusing things to happen to her yet was one that would--she was sure--ensure that her life could never be truly boring. It was big news.
News she had not told Luke yet. It wasn't that she was trying to hide it. She just wanted the moment to be right. This was going to rock their world. It was bigger than any adventure that either of them had ever been on.
And they had been on a lot. From being a slave, to the subject of a prophecy, to being a wife of a Master Jedi, Lorelei's life had been full of adventure--and she had an itching feeling that more was still to come…if only that it would come quickly. And then there was Luke, who started out as a farm boy, became a war hero, discovered a family he thought he had lost forever, and finally ended up being a great Jedi knight. Lorelei would wager that his adventures had been more rigorous than hers.
A pang of guilt struck the young woman as another landspeeder whizzed by overhead. Here she was, thinking of all that she wanted and all that she missed, and complaining about it. Luke never said a word of complaint to her. Of course, she hadn't said anything to him yet either. Suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps were behind her. She looked lightly over her shoulder as Luke--his hair untamed from sleep--came to join her. He slipped a cloak about her shoulders.
"It's chilly out here. What are you doing up, Lore?" he asked through a yawn.
She smiled ever so slightly and leaned to kiss his cheek. Then, she turned her head skyward.
Luke's eyes grew dim. "You don't look happy, love. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, dear. I just…miss the stars."
Luke laughed. "Lorelei, they haven't gone anywhere, you know. Tomorrow, we can hop in a ship and see them, if you'd like."
Lorelei shook her head. "I appreciate the gesture, but it's just not the same. It's not the same as standing on a grassy hill, the light breeze in your hair, landing flat on your back, and trying to name the constellations. Or even just staring. Haven't you ever star-gazed?"
Luke shook his head. "Not like you're talking about, no. Haven't had the time or proper atmosphere, I guess."
She sighed. "You should try it sometime."
Luke stared at his wife for several long moments. Finally, his lips tightened. When he parted them, he said, "You're not happy here. You miss your home."
Lorelei looked at him. His eyes were as dark as she had ever seen them. In fact, it looked as if he might cry. She could only image how bad she knew she had just made him feel. After all, what kind of man doesn't want to see his wife happy?
She smiled, brighter this time. "I do miss my home and the stars there, Luke. But I would never leave here." She paused, then added, "Well, I would…but only if you had to leave. I would go with you."
Luke smiled and kissed her lips. She held tight to him.
"I am just a little frightened and excited all at the same time," she said.
"About what?" he asked.
She pulled back to look up into his eyes.
"Luke," she said, "you're going to be a father. I'm pregnant."
Luke's eyes widened. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. After that, he showered her with kisses.
"I'm going to be a father! I have to tell Leia and Han and--"
Lorelei laughed and stopped him before he reached the communicator.
"Luke," she giggled, "it's two a.m. How about you tell them in the morning? I promise I'll still be pregnant then."
Luke stopped and for the briefest of moments had a bewildered look on his face. Then, he laughed. He grabbed her hand and led her into their bedroom.
"Let's do that."
Lorelei smiled as she rocked back and forth in the wooden rocking chair Harry had sent--via Han--as a gift once he had heard he was going to be an uncle. That was a little over a year ago, and she now held her lovely daughter--Sarice--close to her. Sarice was fast asleep, something Lorelei didn't remember doing the night she had told Luke the good news.
Staring down, a serene smile still on her face--even though it was three a.m.--she remembered the afternoon she had given birth. Luke had been away for weeks during her ninth month, Jedi business of course. He had hated leaving her behind at such a crucial time. As Han had told her later, Luke had arrived home precisely fifteen minutes after her water had broken. Han said that he had rushed to Luke and told him the news. The visiting representative from a planet who had not yet joined the Republic had been speaking with Luke. However, as soon as Luke had heard the news, he had left the representative sitting. Luckily--not that Luke had really given this any thought--the man had not been offended. In fact, he had stated that he liked a world where a man showed so much compassion for his wife.
Hours later, the medi-droid had announced that their child was a girl. Next came something the new parents had forgotten to do. They had never come up with a name. It ended up that C-3PO, unwittingly, had named her. Lorelei remembered, now, the conversation around her bed.
"So, what are we going to name her?" Luke asked.
"I don't know," Lorelei replied.
"She's our little princess," Luke said, tickling the baby's chin.
"That's it. You could name her something that means 'princess,'" Leia said.
Leia, Han, Bail, Anakin, and the two droids were gathered around Lorelei, Luke, and their unnamed child.
"That's not a bad idea," Luke said.
"Well, there are several different names that means 'princess,'" Threepio announced. "Sarah, Sarice--"
"Sarice," Lorelei said, staring at her baby.
"Sarice Skywalker. 'Princess' Skywalker," Luke laughed. "I love it."
And so Sarice was named. There had been many happy days for the Skywalker family since. But Harry had called Lorelei…and she knew that bad days were ahead. And it was the news he had given her that she thought back on now.
"Daddy and Mommy have to talk," Lorelei cooed down at her child.
"About what?" came Luke's voice.
End Notes: Forgive me for the beginning for this. I hoped you liked this. Please review!