helloooo headcanon monday! which i am writing very very early in the morning so it'll be there to hopefully make your school monday morning a bit easier to get through :)

"Are you going to come to bed?" Padmé asked, leaning up against the doorframe to hers and Anakin's bedroom with a smirk on her face, a hand on her hip as she stared at the back of her husband's head.

"I'll be there," he promised lightly, voice airy as to not wake the togruta sleeping before him, partially in his lap. Padmé could hear the soft trill of her content purring after almost every breath.

She leaned forward to look over the back of the couch, almost mistaking Ahsoka for a pillow at first from the position that she had curled herself into, legs pulled against her chest, happy to claim Anakin's lap as her bed.

"How does she make herself so tiny?" Anakin marveled, brushing a hand up and down her lek, like he had been doing for the past half-hour.

"It's just how togrutas sleep," Padmé told him with a shrug of her shoulders, smiling as Anakin made a surprised noise when Ahsoka subconsciously wrapped her hands around his wrist, placing his flesh hand against her face so that it was cupping her cheek.

"She's my little loth-cat," he giggled, stretching his thumb out to tap her on the nose.

"Anakin?" Padmé asked.

"Hmm?"

"Would you like me to bring your pillow and blanket out here?"

He looked at her, eyes wider than usual by a fraction.

"It's okay, I can see that you've got a little one to attend to tonight," she laughed. As of on cue, Ahsoka let out a loud purr from the back of her throat, face tensing and relaxing before Anakin resumed his petting with the gentle rub of his thumb, back and forth on her forehead.

"Grab your stuff too," Anakin decided. "It'll be like a little camp out."

"I like the way you're thinking," she replied, turning on her heel.

About fifteen minutes and a few seconds of adjusting a very tightly curled-up Ahsoka into a somewhat -normal sleeping position later, the three of them were snugly under their blankets, Padmé and Anakin on either side of the padawan.

"Thank you for bringing her over to officially meet me," Padmé whispered.

"Of course," Anakin said back. "She seems very relaxed here, if you didn't get that from the purring," he teased.

"Has she not done that before?"

"Oh, she has—only in her sleep. Always after she turns me into her personal body pillow," he explained while Ahsoka turned her head to lay on his chest. "See?"

He thought back to yesterday when he'd been sitting cross-legged in the hangar, hard at work when a pair of little arms had winded themselves around his waist, a montralled head resting on his upper back.

"I just see a little girl who loves her big brother," Padmé teased back.

Anakin laughed softly, patting Ahsoka's head until a smile formed on her face to accompany the welcome rumble of purring he could feel against his front.

"She just wants attention," he said with a smile.

"Your attention," Padmé specified, poking his arm. "The way that she looked at you all night... Anakin—she adores you."

He grinned fondly down at her.

"My little loth-cat."

dear future me, are you cringing at your 2am writing?