Song: Beyoncé ft. Naughty Boy - runnin.
One night is all it took and you should've known better than to not use anything that would prevent you from getting pregnant, but here you are.
You're standing in front of the mirror, staring at your bare belly. You turn to the right, then to the left, you just found out that you are pregnant, which means that you're two months along. Your body hasn't even changed that much and still you're fascinated by this little creature growing inside of you.
'Everything alright y/n?'
Shit, you knew you forgot something, how can you forget to tell him?
'Uh Yeah, Yeah Everything is alright...' you reply as you turn around. 'Wait no...actually...I need to tell you something...' you sign to the bed and Luke sits down.
'I'm starting to get worried now...'he takes your hands in his as you stand in front of him. 'I have to tell you something too...'
'I uh, you can go first...mine can wait for a couple more seconds...'
'Okay?' He frowns as he looks up to you. 'I'm going to bring back my father, I'm going to face Darth vader...'
You step back, your hands sliding out of his as they go up to your head. Your breathing speeds up.
'Y/n...it's okay...I'll be back in no time...' he shoots up from the bed and moves around you so he's facing you.
'It's not that dangerous either, I know he's in there...I know he is...'
'No Luke...that's not...that's not what I'm worried about, I know that you of all people can face him, I know you can...'
'Then What is it?' He asks cupping your cheek.
You inhale and sigh, collecting yourself before you get the high word out. 'I'm pregnant..'
'But That is...what?, I...how?...you...' he blurts out, he can't quite speak the words he wants to. 'How long?'
'Two months..' you reply and you see his face light up which is something you weren't expecting.
'I'm going to be a father...have you told the others yet?' He asks excited.
'No...you're the first..well...second to know...' you reply to him, still a little baffled by the fact that he's taking this better than you were expecting.
'Luke...I can't raise this baby on my own...you have to come back...'
'I thought you would stop me from going..' he chuckles as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.
'Oh please I know better than to try, it's a waste of time and energy trying to pry you away from your own terrible ideas...' you chuckle.
'Terrible ideas?, my ideas are great!' He scoffs and you smile at him.
'Be here...that's all I'm asking of you..' you sigh and he nods before placing his lips against yours.
Once he leans back you put your forehead against his, that's your way of saying that you're worried about him and he knows.
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You rush to the deck as fast as you can with this suddenly ginormous belly you now have, it's like a watermelon is stuck to your body.
It's been 4 months since Luke left to go and see his father, you know he didn't have a chance to save him, he told you that his father passed and that he would come back.
He was relieved when he saw you standing there, a long flowy dress, a huge bump in front of you, he was happy to get back to you.
'Luke...' you softly say as you wrap your arms around him as far as your bump will allow it.
'I'm so sorry about your father..' you squeeze his hands.
'At least I tried...he was himself, the last few moments he was back to his old self...I just wish he could've met his grandchild...'
'His grandson...' you smile.
'It's a...it's a boy?'
'Yes....and I already have a name for him too, to remember your father... I was thinking maybe we should call him Anakin...'
'I would love that...come here...' he smiles before smashing his lips onto yours with the greatest passion you've ever felt.
As expected Luke became the best father of the galaxy, Han was even jealous of Luke's skills when he got a son of his own.
You lived your little Anakin with every fibre in your body, he is just like Luke, he is adventurous and smart but he has your beauty, he has your eyes and your curls.
'We're really good at making children..' Luke comments and you let out a laugh. He hugs you from behind as he watches his son and his nephew play.
'I did all the work here...' you scoff.
'Hey it takes two...' he puts his chin on your shoulder.
'Yeah whatever flyboy...' you joke.
