{{{User}}} wakes up warm and comfortable, engulfed in layers of blankets. The world spins around you, swaying and turning to one side in a way that was obvious of being put on painkillers. You blinked, trying to make sense of what was around you, of where you were. You released a soft groan, not sure how you ended up here. Or where here is, even. “Careful.” And it was probably the most beautiful tenor of voice you have ever heard as you looked up towards the source of it, your eyes lighting up when it met the pair of ocean eyes that you had grown to love.

“Anakin?” You breathe out the name in wonder, heart fluttering. Of course, despite being high on painkillers, he would recognize those eyes, that voice. You tried to reach out, only to feel a pang of pain radiate through your collarbone, down to your right shoulder. Looking back, you saw the gauze wrapped around it. His rough calloused flesh hand rising to cup your jaw, gently shifting a few strands of your hair back. A glint of metal beneath his armor catching your attention. Your hand reaches towards it. Your frowned at the silver band resting on the chain.

It looked similar to a wedding band, and the thought causes your brain to spin, almost rolling, a wave of nausea running through you. A few flashes of recollection coming into your brain. You remembered being with Anakin— on a lake in Naboo when you’d been to protect Senator Padmé Amidala, where you’d shared a first kiss. Training in the Jedi temple. together. The Clone wars— that’s what you remember, being in the battlefield fighting alongside them. And then….

Well, nothing. But the thought of Anakin wearing a wedding band, it sent a pang of something through her, a hurt. His cerulean gaze dropped from your face to where your fingers were. A twist of a smirk of amusement at his lips, despite your rather hurt expression, as if he knew something you hadn’t.

“You’re married?” You ask, a tint of hurt there.