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"Padme, please don't go!"

"I'm sorry Ani, but—"

"Please, I am begging you, don't leave me here alone!"

"Anakin—"

"They look like angels but they're demons when you're not looking!"

"Anakin!"

"It's true! They bat their little eyelashes and make you melt and then you look away one minute to get your com link just in case someone calls you about something important and then wham—a priceless Nabooian vase is on pieces all over the floor and you're the one who gets all the blame while they get off without so much as a firm look!"

"Anakin Skywalker," Padme said coolly, her brown eyes unsympathetic even though he was on his knees as he begged for her mercy. "You have faced down Sith Lords, entire droid armies, creatures of every kind, and Obi-Wan Kenobi's scolding on multiple occasions. I am sure you can handle your own two children on your own."

"You don't understand! Padme…when they hit two…they turned into miniature terrors!" Anakin whispered, as if he feared they would overhear him.

"Anakin, I'm only going to be gone long enough to debate this bill at the Senate, all right? You know it's important, I have to go! You can handle the twins until I get back."

"If you leave me here Mrs. Skywalker, I am not responsible for whatever state of being this establishment is in upon your return!" Anakin warned, still on his knees even as she strode to the landing pad with a purpose. She paused by the taxi speeder that was waiting for her before turning to her husband and pointing a warning finger at him.

"I expect the apartment to at least be intact by the time I return," she said sternly, issuing her own warning before she got in the speeder.

She wasn't oblivious to her twins' knack for getting into and causing great amounts of trouble.

Anakin sighed, getting off of his knees and stretching once the taxi speeder disappeared. He figured he should start stocking up on ammunition before the twin terrors woke up so that he might stand a chance. Snacks, toys, and a never-ending supply of something to drink were a must, and Leia would throw a fit if she didn't have her favorite blanket just like Luke would if he didn't have his precious T-16 toy.

He had only scavenged some crackers and bantha milk when he heard the first cry, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath in preparation.

The Babysitting War had begun…

Predictably, chaos reigned within minutes in the Skywalker home. Leia was screaming while Luke ran off with her blanket, her piercing cry demanding the return of her precious possession. Anakin, however, was still trying to clean up the milk spill on the carpet courtesy of the Princess herself as a result of a temper tantrum when her father picked up Luke instead of her royal highness.

Anakin winced as Leia let loose an eardrum shattering cry, causing him to groan. "Luke, give your sister her blanket back," Anakin said wearily, although he knew that his request was falling on deaf ears. The child in question was currently running triumphant circles around his sister, waving the blanket around in a sort of display of victory.

Her Royal Highness had enough of her brother's games and tackled him to the ground. There was a few moments of silence before two cries pierced the air; Leia's cries because she still couldn't reach her blanket, and Luke's because his mean sister had knocked him over for no reason. Anakin sighed, setting the cup on the counter and making his way over to the two toddlers.

"Dadda!" Luke cried, his two-year-old pout pulling at Anakin's heart as the little boy reached up for his father. Leia sat up crying just as pathetically, her tiny face blotchy and flustered from her tears.

"Come here…" he grunted, picking the little Luke up and holding the child close to him as Luke put his head on Anakin's shoulder, still crying. Gently, Anakin pried the blanket from his son's grasp, kneeling down beside Leia and handing the child her blanket. "There you go Princess…see, no harm done, you've got your blanket back now…" he said gently.

Leia grasped at her blanket in a death grip, burying her face in it as she continued to cry, refusing to be coddled by her father like Luke.

Suddenly a foul smell reached Anakin's nose. He grimaced.

"When was the last time you were changed, Pilot?" he asked Luke. The child simply sniffed in response and Anakin sighed. "Come on, let's get you a new diaper so we can get you cleaned up."

He made the quick trip to the twins' bedroom, his hand just closing around one of the diapers when he heard an ominous crash from up front and he froze. A quick prod through the Force revealed his daughter was perfectly fine.

Whatever had caused the crash was a different story.

Like he had told Padme; these two had been angelic demons ever since they turned two.

"Leia!"

Luke giggled.

After four very, very, very long hours, Anakin found himself pinned to the couch. One twin was asleep on his organic arm, the other utilizing his lap as her own personal bed. Just a while earlier, Anakin had lost feeling in his arm thanks to his son's death grip on him. He didn't mind though; if they were asleep, they weren't beating on each other, making a mess, or breaking anything.

The sound of a speeder approaching the apartment had never been such a relieving feeling to Anakin in his entire life.

Within moments, his beautiful savior appeared in the doorway, freezing when she saw her husband sprawled on the couch, his hear a mess, and stress induced dark circles under his eyes. She cocked an eyebrow at him, taking in the two sleeping toddlers pinning their father to the couch.

"That bad?" she asked him.

"You have no idea," Anakin groaned.

"Oh, I think I do. Remember, you go off planet on missions on occasion; sometimes I'm alone with them for weeks at a time."

Anakin grimaced. "I don't know how you do it."

Padme chuckled, walking past him to their bedroom. "It's a mother thing. I'm glad to see the house is still in one piece."

Anakin nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him for a minute. He just wanted to curl up in bed and pass out for an hour or two now.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open. Oh no, he'd almost forgotten! "Padme, there was this one incident—" he started, but he was already too late.

She'd found the casualty of war.

"ANAKIN SKYWALKER! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TEA SET?"

Anakin winced, grimacing as her shout roused the two sleeping toddlers who immediately began to cry.

So much for a nap.

"I can explain…"