Title: The Sand Angel Author: Jaya Solo Timeframe: Between RotS and ANH Characters: Obi-Wan, Beru, Luke, Owen, and a few of Luke's friends Genre: Short story Summary: With the help of her guardian angel, Beru struggles to raise Luke. ?I still can't get him to take his bottle,? I quietly spoke over the comm unit. ?I'll be right over.? ?Thank you. Please get here quickly.? I shuffled around nervously after shutting off the comm link. Luke had been living with us for two whole months, but in that time he had refused to take his bottle from me. Owen had no idea since he wasn't very fond of baby things. He said that was my business. I think he's a little afraid of who Luke could become, but every time I look down upon his tiny face, I can barely imagine how he can be related to that monster. I discovered on the second day, after Owen had left ?to get a tool? that Luke would stop crying long enough to take his bottle. The only problem was that he only stopped because of Obi-Wan's magic touch. Sadly, Owen won't have him come around because he's afraid of him finding us. I remembered the first day Obi-Wan stumbled in out from the desert wind. Sand covered almost every inch of his body. He dusted off as much of it as he could before he took little Luke from me. After forty-eight hours of constant screaming, I declared Obi-Wan to be my sand angel. Like chrono-work, Obi-Wan slipped in each day after Owen left to do his chores to feed Luke. I feel guilty hiding this secret affair from Owen, but Luke needs to eat. So I do what I must. ?Beru?? Obi-Wan called out from the front door. ?In here,? I shouted back over Luke's screams. ?Hello little one,? Obi-Wan softly said as he accepted the squiggling, screaming infant from my outstretched arms. He was starting to get heavy, so I was glad to let him go. ?Are you giving your aunt a hard time again?? As he softly bounced Luke back and forth in his arms, the cries slowly began to subside. ?There we go. Are you ready for your bottle?? Obi-Wan accepted the bottle that I provided him and presented it to the infant. Luke greedily sucked, quickly gobbling down the liquid. ?I don't know how you do it,? I moaned, as I collapsed into a chair. ?He never takes it from me.? I paused, wondering if I should admit what I had been thinking for a few days. Those late nights provided a lot of time to think. ?I think he misses her. I think he somehow knows what he's lost.? Obi-Wan lifted his eyes from Luke to gaze at me. ?That's a good observation. Infants can know when they're missing someone close to them, and they often resist feeding.? I smiled as I wondered where he came up with his plethora of knowledge. ?How do you know so much about babies?? ?As part of my training, I got to spend some time in the crÃ¨che. Most of the infants that we received were around six months old, but occasionally we got one that was younger than that. Those little ones were sometimes left without parents. Their Force sensitivity made them more aware that their parents were gone. They were the hardest to console.? By then, Luke had finished his bottle and fallen asleep in his arms. That was my favorite part of the day, when Luke slept soundly in Obi-Wan's arms. It was an incredibly sweet moment, and it gave us enough time to make small talk. Sadly, the front door opened and the loud, clumsy footsteps made us freeze in our tracks. With a hint of regret in his eyes, Obi-Wan handed Luke over to me before he wiggled his way out of Luke's window. I suppressed a giggle as I turned to go greet my husband. Somehow I knew that Obi-Wan was gliding deftly across the desert to await my next call.