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Skywalker Home, Naboo

"Happy birthday, Val!" Ben said, beaming at the baby, who was glowering at him from under her (frankly hilarious) pink and bedazzled birthday crown. Ben was hoping this would nip the "want to wear the Queen of Naboo's headdresses" thing right in the bud.

"Cake?" Val asked pointedly, looking from one dad to the other.

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"Maybe I did and she's just overwhelmed right now," Ben teased back.

Ender laughed. "I might have to stop you if you do," he said. "Terrible fashion sense is a horrible thing."

"And you're the family expert on fashion?" Ben asked.

"In comparison to the rest of you," said Ender, with his perfectly decent blue and white shirts and crisp pants, "Yes."

Ben heard a little thunk and turned to see Val fast asleep on top of the toy. "Sugar crashes are real," he laughed.

"Too much cake," Ender said fondly. "There is such a thing."

"Only when you're this little," Ben said, scooping her up and heading to the bedroom. "I am a professional and can eat cake without side effects."

"Tell me that next time you have a stomachache," Ender called, choosing to stay on the couch. It was comfortable there.

"I just won't tell you when I have a stomachache," Ben declared as he returned, snuggling back in against Ender. "You'll give me that 'you idiot' look."

Ender wrapped his arms around Ben again. "That's no reason not to tell me," he said fondly.

Ben kissed him and smiled. "Of course it is."

"Because after I give you that 'you idiot' look, I'll get you some painkillers and I'll make sure you can put your feet up," Ender said, patting him on the hip. "I'm hardly a monster."

Ben's face softened as he smiled again. "You are so much better than I deserve," he murmured.

"You," Ender said, "Deserve much more than a few painkillers and a pillow under your ankles today. Dad of the year." He kissed Ben's forehead.

Ben kissed him back. "You too."

"How is she sleeping?" Ender asked softly.

"Like a rock," Ben said, "which has always been kind of a weird thing to say."

Ender chuckled. "I hope she's having good dreams of her many, many presents," he said. "I've still got a plush animal and some baby-appropriate candy for her."

"That's because you're also the best dad ever," Ben said.

"I'm trying not to spoil her too much," Ender admitted, "But she makes it tough."

"She's completely adorable," Ben said, "so I get it."

"Your fault," Ender decided. "Dimples."

"They are an unfair advantage," Ben agreed.

"She's going to be a menace when she gets older." Ender nuzzled his neck. "Have you been working on anything else, besides her toys?"

Ben sighed softly. "Not really," he said. "She's been keeping me busy. I'll look over the engines before we leave again."

	
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