The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 52 - To Love is to Trust. To Trust is to Believe.

*A/N - I am so sorry for not updating for a while. The holiday season is so busy and I've been working overtime to make extra money for Christmas presents.

Anakin is unfortunately about to get very neurotic for the next few chapters. It's important for the plot. I hate it just as much as you do— but I need to show how his protective nature is becoming too possessive and overbearing— leading to some paranoia and bad decisions. Similar to how he was in ROTS. Remember, all of these decisions are made because he loves her and is afraid to lose her.*

Y/N's POV:

Since my accident, the Council has only allowed me to return to teaching classes. I'm anxious to return to my legion, but whenever I broach the subject, the Council seems to blow me off.

Which is why I'm currently headed to the High Council Chamber now to try to speak to Grand Master Yoda.

However, right before I set foot in the room, I come to a halt in my tracks when I hear the hushed whisper of voices.

And much to my dismay, I find that one of those voices is my husband's.

"I just think with General Y/N still recovering her accident, we should consider easing her back into her duties lightly."

What. The. Fuck.

Anger begins to pool within my veins. Hearing Anakin's recommendation is a huge betrayal. He promised me he would support me. That he would allow me to make decisions regarding my own body. That he would allow me to decide when I was ready to return to work!

"Cleared her, Dr. Benson did, I was informed." The object-subject-verb anastrophe speech-pattern response is a clear indicator that it is Master Yoda that Anakin is talking to on my 'behalf'.

"She did." Anakin replies honestly for the first time since I started eavesdropping on their conversation. "But I still think it's better to err on the side of caution. We don't want her going back into battle too early and injuring herself again. Who knows how long she'd be off if that were to happen."

Oh, it's official. I'm going to kill my husband.

I can't take any more of this. I throw open the chamber doors, stomping inside stridently and making my presence known. "Grand Master Yoda!" I greet him, sounding overly chipper. I then send a very pointed glare my husband's way to let him know I'm mad at him. "General Skywalker..."

"Forgive me for being nosy but I couldn't help overhearing my name in conversation." I try to conceal the distain in my voice. "I just— I could have sworn I heard Skywalker talking to you about my recovery... Which is strange because I don't recall him being my doctor or having any say when it comes to my body."

Anakin flinches. I face Master Yoda as if my husband no longer exists to me. "Next time, if you need to know about where I'm at, I would prefer if you asked me directly. Skywalker doesn't know a thing about the female body, and especially not mine."

I turn on my heels and exit the room swiftly, afraid of what I'll say to Anakin in front of Master Yoda if I stay any more amount of time.

Unfortunately, Anakin is quick to follow after me. He grabs my wrist and swings me behind a wall so no one can see us. I can practically see steam blowing out his ears.

He's angry. Good.  He deserves to be.

"I know your body better than I know my own." The douchebag digs his grave even deeper with his response.

"Is that really what you want to lead with? Clearly you know less than you think." I quip back, meeting his fuming gaze with my murderous one.

His nostrils fume. "Tell that to the multiple orgasms I gave you last night."