Last one, the whole story was a conglomerate mess of Luke/Mara anyways. The fluff ends here!

Luke Skywalker bent his head over a tablet, idly twirling a stylus between his fingers as a group of older students tidied up the small medication room where they had held class.

It was an agreeably cool morning in the temple, the quiet chatter of the students echoing pleasantly off the stone walls. With a contented sigh, Luke slowly stood from his cross legged position and reached for his outer robe, ignoring the tiny pin prick of warning that filtered thru the force.

Opening his mouth to dismiss his students, he was cut off abruptly by the double doors swinging open, revealing a hissing, wild-haired creature.

The others in the room shrank back at the sight of pure fury and looked to Master Skywalker for direction.

To their surprise, he was grinning broadly. "Mistress Skywalker?"

The creature sputtered furiously, "Stupid Skywalker potency!"

Luke's smile grew bigger and he approached her with a carefree lope, "Potency? Care to explain in fuller sentences?"

Mara's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Look at me closer, Jedi. Do I seem different to you? Perhaps emitting a glow?"

He reached out tentatively to gently probe, his eyes closed in concentration. After a few brief seconds, his eyes snapped open. "There is a certain something about you."

"Look even closer."

He obliged her, this time delving deep into the Force to locate the tiny life pulsating within her. The tiny life that apparently had company.

Luke audibly gulped. "Must be the-"

"Skywalker genes," Mara finished for him with a growl.

His eyes were shining with unabashed joy, "My love, this is wonderful, surely you don't feel the need to vent your-"

Mara bared her teeth menacingly and lifted her chin with a challenge.

He sighed heavily. "Do I get a head start?"

The emerald green eyes regarded him with disdain, "Five . . . ."

Luke sprinted out of the room; his students gravely watching him go with undisguised sympathy.

"Four!"

In a rare frantic moment for the serene master, he tore thru the central atrium, hoping his wife would not dismember him with so many young witnesses present. The small study groups twittered nervously as they watched him disappear down a dark corridor.

Mara's voice thundered ominously. "Three, two, one!"

Luke kept up his pace, shedding his over tunic as he calculated her trajectory. Judging by the indignant shouts and terrified shrieks, his dear wife was blazing a trail right on his tail. He rounded a corner and ducked into their suite of rooms, grinning despite himself as he skidded to a stop and slammed the console to close the door.

Panting heavily, he headed towards the fresher and shed his clothes quickly, depositing the pile in the laundry bin. He turned the water on in the spacious tub he had installed a few months ago and began opening several jars on the counter, throwing the contents into the hot water. The salts fizzled and the scent of tropical blooms filled the small fresher pleasantly. Luke grinned and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist as he sauntered out to find something to drink in the kitchen.

The fire-haired creature, however, was seated up on the counter, watching him with a menacing glare.

"I had thought you'd run to your x-wing," she snarled.

Luke shrugged, "Where would I go?"

She hopped off the counter and advanced upon him, "Quite right. There is no place for you to hide, where I won't find you."

Luke laid a hand over his heart, "Now try not to make me swoon dearest, you always know what to say to make my little heart go aflutter."

A muzzle was quickly jabbed underneath his chin.

He placed his hands, palms up, into the air, "But I recognize the validity of your remark."

"What have you to say for yourself?" Mara prompted with a jab.

"I drew you a bath?"

Her eyebrows drew together, "You did what?"

"With bubbles."

"Anything else?"

"I promise to draw you more baths and soothe all your pains away?"

Mara sniffed but relaxed her hold on the blaster, "What else?"

He carefully lowered one arm to snake around her waist, "Back rubs?"

She pondered that one, "Whenever I wanted?"

Luke pushed her wild hair out of her eyes, "Anytime, anywhere."

With a heaving sigh, she lowered the blaster and huffed, "We weren't trying for two at once, farmboy."

He leaned in to nuzzle her forehead, "There will be plenty of love to go around and more than enough babysitters here."

Mara lifted an eyebrow, "Think of all the disappointed female students. Their elusive, handsome Jedi master not only got married a few months ago but has knocked up his wife."

Luke grinned with an enormous amount of smug male pride.

She couldn't resist the temptation, "And quite the dancer. You do know that several of those impressionable ladies have pin ups of you in their rooms? I might have to get one myself, that is an excellent posterior you possess, dearest," she snickered.

Luke's face was a humorous mixture of indignation and embarrassment as he lifted her up in his arms to carry her to the bathtub, kicking the door shut behind him so anyone passing their rooms hopefully would not hear her laughter.