Anakin’s gaze never wavered from Padmè.

He watches his wife gently glide the brush through her curls, admiring the bustling city of Coruscant. Anakin lets his head fall to the side to look over at you, staring at Padmé as an endearing smile finds your face.

Anakin chuckles, his fingers caressing your face. "Our angel is beautiful, isn’t she?"