We've Done It All Before (And Now We're Back to Get Some More)

I'd heard about you before (I wanted to know some more)

"You can't be serious!" Paige exclaimed, mouth open wide in shock. "You can't just look through your mom's personal things!"
Anakin completely disregarded Paige's protests, holding Rey's diary above his fiancée's tiny frame, just out of her reach.
"Too bad, I already know what's inside!" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "Now you will be the only one out of the two of us who doesn't know what's inside!"

Paige grumbled, she hated not knowing the latest gossip or story, especially if Anakin knew it and she did not.
"I guess we could take a tiny little peek", she complied.

Anakin let out a tiny shriek of glee, taking Paige's hand and leading her to a secret spot underneath an old olive tree, overlooking one of the most beautiful beaches in all of Greece.
They sat down next to each other, Paige's head nestled comfortably on Anakin's shoulder, and opened up the diary, as if it was the most interesting treasure of all time, even more so than King Tut's tomb.

"Look down here! Ben Solo! I know that name from somewhere..." Paige pursed her lips, deep in thought. "Say Ani, isn't that New York City's most well Known Lawyer?"
"Yeah Paige, it is."
"So you think - you really think that Rey might've... y'know," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "slept with him?"
Anakin nodded, slightly disgusted at the thought.
"Paige, I also think that maybe he wasn't the only one..." He trailed off, flipping the pages to show her two more names.

Finn, lead singer of one of her most favourite bands,
and Poe Dameron, one of the best sailors in the world.

...

Rey awoke with a start, startled by a loud crash at her window. She sighed, guessing that it was just an old, rickety windowpane, fallen due to poor maintenance. It seemed to her that everything was old and rickety nowadays. Her Inn used to be the prettiest sight on Kalokari, but time played its cruel tricks and turned it to ruin way before its prime. It's not like she had any money to fix it anyways. Or time, either, with all of her days devoted to planning the best wedding for her son. She took it upon herself top make sure he had the most perfect wedding, slightly out of regret that she had never had one herself.
She rolled out of her bed, pushing the mismatched and slightly tattered covers to the side. She walked slowly over to her closet, pulling the door handle towards her. Not at all surprised when it made the ever-so-familiar squeaking noise, she reached into the closet, pulling out her favourite white blouse and overalls. The overalls, slightly older than she'd ever want to admit, were here nicest pair, ones she bought the year she was pregnant with Anakin.

Her daydreams were interrupted once again when she heard a sharp knocking on the door.

"Ms Niima! You better be up and in the car soon, or you will miss the ferry!"

The ferry! She almost forgot about it completely. Today was the day that she was supposed to go down to the docks and pick up her old friends, Rose and Jessika.
The three of them were inseparable since high school and all throughout university. Once they graduated though, they went their separate ways, with Rey travelling, Rose settling down and getting married, and Jessika doing god knows what. They made sure to reunite every once in a while, eventually resulting in Anakin meeting his future bride, Paige, through an arranged playdate made by their respective mothers, Rey and Rose.

"Thank you Stavros, I'll be right down!" Rey hollered, lacing up her old converse as quickly as she could. She sprinted out the door, yanking an orange off of a nearby tree along the way to the car, a snack for the road. She jumped into the teal jeep, a gift from the old couple who lived at the bottom of the island, in the tiny village. Rey absolutely adored them. They owned a small restaurant and a bed and breakfast, where she first stayed when she came to the island. They offered her lodgings for her beautiful concerts, and eventually gave her their abandoned villa at the top of the island, where Rey built the Millennium Inn. The older woman even helped her give birth to Anakin. There was just one small problem with the two of them.

They were that jerk, Ben Solo's parents.

Leia Organa Solo and Han Solo.

...

Rey arrived to the docks in record time. As old as the jeep was, it still worked fine. She walked down to the docks just as the passengers were getting off the boat. Rey squinted her eyes, looking for two familiar faces. She quickly spotted Jessika's trademark stilettos, she was not at all suited for the beach. While Jessika was complaining about the boat and the lack of service and comfortable seating, Rose's head whipped around, landing on Rey.

"Oh My Goodness! Look Jess!"

Jessika let out multiple squeals of excitement, completely forgetting about the boat fiasco. The three of them took off running towards each other, meeting somewhere in the middle of the dock. Enveloping each other in a big group hug, they couldn't stop giggling with excitement.

"So Rey, how does it feel, being the mother of the groom and all?" Jessika asked.

"Its definitely not easy, just ask Rose, I mean, she's the mother of the bride!" Rey replied, flashing her two best friends a bright smile.

The three of them erupted into giggles, before walking back to the car.

"Rey", Rose murmured once they were inside the vehicle, "Have you told Anakin about his dad yet?"

"No. And I don't plan on it. He has spent twenty years of his life not knowing, and I think it's okay that it stays that way. That time of my life was a mistake. One I will never make again."