Cradle to Grave
No persuasion was needed. It was an honour for their child to be chosen.
"It runs in our blood, you know," the Force-blind trader said pompously.
"He doesn't like loud noises," the mother added, struggling with the toddler in her arms that was reaching for his brother. "And he doesn't like to be cuddled for too long."
"Have you named him yet?" The Crèche master asked, looking down at the baby in her arms.
The couple exchanged looks, then smiled at the toddler.
"We haven't," the mother said.
Owen removed his thumb from his mouth. "Go-bye, Obee," he garbled sadly.