The man he once considered a brother is now dead. The body of Anakin’s former mentor now lies close to the lava of Mustafar, left there like waste.

Before the altercation, you came along in an attempt to sway his askew path, but it was no use. Your husband was set on overthrowing the Chancellor by any means.

He had pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead while using the Force to sedate you, to put you to sleep—laying you where you once stood, covering you with his brown hooded robe before handling matters with the man he once considered a brother.

It was for your own good. If it meant saving you from his nightmares, preventing what could be considered inevitable then so be it.

After Anakin got what he wanted from Palpatine, the needed knowledge to keep you alive—he slain the man with the red bladed lightsaber handed to him.

Now, the only thing he would have to worry about is explaining it all to you. Of course, he would put it kindly, spare you the harsh details and possibly twist the truth to not cause you any stress.

Yes, the Jedi had fallen on account of Order Sixty-Six, a few members of the Senate were no longer and the Clones began to follow his orders. It would be hard to sugarcoat.

Anakin took the liberty of using the title that was granted to him, Darth Vader, and planned to rule the galaxy as Emperor with you by his side.

The visit to the medcenter had been brief, the closest medical droid attended to you and thankfully, all was well with you and the baby. Anakin could relax now.

In your shared apartment, your husband remained by your side after tucking you in bed. R2 kept him company for the meantime, to talk with the astromech once again after so long made things feel normal again.

His expression brightened once you began to show signs of awakening, both his hands held one of your own.

“My love,” he softly spoke, helping you sit back against the pillows as soon as your eyes opened. The words lightly explaining the depths of all that happened while you were asleep came to him so easily, he didn’t want to startle you with unpleasanties.

“The galaxy belongs to me—to us now.” The pride and relief in Anakin’s voice wasn’t unmissable, “No one can hurt you now, not even my nightmares.”