Title: Miracle Child Author: Briannakin Timeframe: 41 ABY Characters: Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Ben Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo, Jaina Solo, OCs and others Genre: Alternate Universe, Angst, Romance, Family fluff Notes: This was my first attempt at Nano (which I BOMBED). The prologue is an adaption of a challenge one-shot I did a while ago. The italicized words are from Sacrifice. I apologize for the mess that is chapters 1 and 2, I wanted to transition out of LOTF and into my AU, but that was hard given the mess that was LOTF. Just a warning. I’m going to start posting this in the hope it’ll get my butt in gear to finish it, but this far from being finished, so updates will be irregular (so feel free to ask for tags or PMs). Prologue “I have to do this,” Mara said as she rode the turbo lift up to her apartment. She wasn’t sure if she was validating her decision, or trying to convince herself she actually needed to kill her nephew. She had just been talking with the brat in the senate chambers. He had felt so much like Vader. She let out a breath as she neared the apartment door. “Jacen needs to be stopped before he hurts anyone else,” she said to herself. “And apparently no one else is going to do it.” Mara typed in her code and entered her apartment. It was dark and quiet. She reached out to her husband to find him asleep. She closed the inner doors to keep the light in the hallway from waking Luke. She prepared for her mission in silence, grabbing a pack from the front-entrance closet. She slipped into the laundry room to change into a black flightsuit and stuffed a few articles of clothes into the bag. She was about to head out when she stopped herself, pausing for a moment at the front door. Okay, I’ll risk it, she told herself. If he wakes up though, it’ll be another argument. She put down her pack and tiptoed back into the bedroom, leaned over Luke—snoring like a turbosaw—and kissed his forehead as lightly as she could. He grunted. "Sorry I never spotted it," she mouthed at him. "But better late than never." Luke grunted again, and his eyelids twitched. Mara couldn’t help herself – she didn’t know when she would return and if she would be served divorce papers when she did. She leaned down again to kiss him on the lips. It was a selfish mistake. “Mara?” he mumbled. Shavit. His eyes were still closed, but he was awake. “Just go back to sleep, Farmboy,” she whispered. He didn’t listen. Instead he opened his eyes. “Where are you going in that sexy outfit?” he asked. Mara briefly looked down at her black fligh suit. It was a bit tighter than usual – it must have shrunk in the wash. Before she could answer, he grabbed her arm and dragged her on top of him. “I have to go do something.” She tried to get off of him without hurting him or seeming too aloof. “Can it wait till tomorrow?” he said, beginning to nibble her neck. “You’ve got me excited.” “Luke,” she said his name in an exasperated breath. She tried protesting, but she knew she didn’t want to. It had been so long since Luke had been… excited. His hands roamed her back and butt, making her breath heavy. His mouth moved to her earlobe. She had to get going, but she knew Luke would not let her, even if she wanted to go. “Will you help me with it tomorrow?” She started to unzip her combat suit and he nuzzled his face into her cleavage. “Luke?” “Okay,” he answered, not bothering to ask what ‘it’ was. “I’ll help you with whatever it is.” Mara allowed herself a small smile. Dealing with Jacen could wait. Ben was safely at Shevu’s. For tonight she could enjoy some time with her husband. Luke took over her zipper. He flipped her onto her back and made her gasp in pleasure as he undressed her.