The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 63 - The Handmaiden

*A/N - I appreciate everyone's patience with my updating schedule. Life has been so crazy lately and it feels like I never have any time to write.:((*

Y/N's POV:

"Do you remember what happened yesterday? Before you went unconscious?" Anakin asked once our visitors had left. He sat on the edge of my hospital bed, regarding me with a worrisome expression. The sight of him like this destroyed me, and it was happening more and more. I was beginning to realize that as of lately, I had seen stress and fear on his face more than any other emotion.

I loved that he was protective of me and the babies. And I was grateful for it. But I also hated that I was causing him to feel so uneasy. He'd already been through so much. He deserved to be happy more than anything. And I hoped that once we had our little family, he would finally have that.

"No." I answered honestly, hating that I didn't have an explanation, knowing it would only make his uneasiness worsen. "Nothing happened that would explain it. I was awake one minute and then asleep the next. I don't remember anything happening after that until I woke up."

He furrowed his brows, blinking down at the floor. "How is that possible? I don't understand."

"I don't either. The doctors aren't sure... but they have some theories. It could just be exhaustion related to the pregnancy. As for the seizure... they aren't sure. The only explanation they seem to offer is stress."

Anakin pondered this silently for a moment, but he looked unconvinced. I could tell his Jedi senses were on high alert, and I couldn't lie that mine were raising alarm bells as well. Something about this whole situation seemed off.

"It wasn't a vision? Like on Alderaan?" He asked.

"No. I didn't see anything." I answered lawfully. "It's weird... It felt like an out of body experience. It's like someone else was pulling the strings."

Anakin stiffened, sitting up straighter. "You think foul play was involved?" He puffed out his chest defensively.

"I'm not sure..." I replied, immediately regretting telling him the truth when I watched as he practically leaped up from his seat like he was on a war path.

"Ani, wait!" I reached out for his hand. "Please, sit down. We shouldn't jump to conclusions. This whole thing could simply be fatigue like the doctors suggested. I shouldn't have suggested otherwise." What I said would only make his already growing paranoia worse.

He stared at where our hands were joined, uncertainty written on his face. I could tell he was still suspicious, but when his eyes met mine I put on my most reassuring smile, silently willing him to calm down with me.

He sat back down next to me in the bed and I reached out my arms, wrapping them around his neck. He leaned into my touch, arms wrapping around my waist as he let out a heavy exhale and I felt his tension slowly fade the longer I held him.

"I hate seeing you worrying so much, Ani." I mumbled into the crook of neck.

"It feels impossible not to." He whispered, sounding broken. I could feel his fingers trembling against my back, and his body slightly shaking. His fears were manifesting outside of his mind to the physical, indicating the depth of his anguish.

Fear is a path to the dark side.

I suddenly heard Master Yoda's voice in my head.

I swallowed anxiously, squashing his words out of my mind. Ani would never go to the dark side. He wouldn't. His loyalties lied with the Republic he'd fought long and hard for— and for the people in it. For me, for our children, for Obi-Wan and Padme, and Ahsoka and Cal. He would never betray us like that.