5A/N: I enjoy mushy 'aww, they just had a baby, let's all cuddle' happy endings, but sometimes I'd rather let the characters go a bit crazy first… raging hormones, don't ya know. I've never written L/M or anything this light-hearted before, so concrit would be extremely helpful.
They get into an argument approximately fifteen minutes after the birth of their son. She has already forgotten about the physical pain of childbirth, and he knows that she wasn't really going to castrate him as soon she could reach her favourite knife (as she had threatened numerous times in between contractions.) Someone shot a quick holovid of the happy trio, Han and Leia have been notified over the holoweb, and an Emdee droid has their son—who looks more like a little old man than the couple expected—and is giving him a bath while his parents squabble.
She asked for him to fetch her favourite slippers from their bedroom because the floor will be cold in the medward, and she wants to get up and get moving.
He reminded her that the slippers had been misplaced during their last move.
She began to cry. "Damn hormones."
He told her that it was alright, and handed her a tissue.
She asked him to fetch his slippers from their bedroom.
He reminded her that his feet were smaller than hers. His slippers won't fit. She might as well wear the boots she wore to the medward.
All Corellian hells broke loose.
"Are you saying that I have big feet?" The tears are gone. The tissue is now crumpled up in her fist. The baby begins to scream as the Emdee begins cleaning him off in the corner.
Luke pales. He remembers her insecurities about the size of her feet, especially in comparison to his abnormally small feet. He backtracks, unsuccessfully. "Not big, sweetheart. Just bigg-er. Bigger than mine."
"And you're saying that's a bad thing."
Dammit. "A bad thing for you…"
"A BAD THING FOR ME?"
"…when you want your feet to be warmer than the freezing cold floor of the medward…"
"WHAT SIZE SHOULD MY FEET BE?"
"…I really only want you to be comfortable…"
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU MENTIONED THIS BEFORE?"
"…especially fifteen minutes after you've given birth to our son…"
"HAVE YOU ALWAYS FOUND MY FEET UNATTRACTIVE?"
The baby is screaming. Mara is yelling. Luke is calmly presenting his defence in his serene Jedi Master voice, which only infuriates her more.
She begins listing body parts, asking his opinion on them while he's in the mood to dispense criticism so freely.
He begins a long hyperspace calculation in his head, and regrets not being able to use Jedi mind tricks on himself to artificially produce patience.
She notices his distraction, and flicks him on the ear.
He flinches.
She laughs.
They both begin to yell at the same time.
He really wants a large mug of hot chocolate (with a liberal splash of whisky,) and she really wants to Force choke him. Ben just wants out of the bath.
Before Luke starts to seriously consider falling on his lightsaber in surrender, the Emdee shoves Ben into the fray.
Twenty minutes after the birth, the Skywalker family is huddled up on the medward bed. Mara counts fingers while Luke counts toes, and they're all crying.
Your thoughts? :)