"I'm home sweetheart" Anakin's raspy voice echoes through the normally empty house as you fret over dinner, swallowing thickly, the words sound clunky on his tongue as if he is testing them, and of course he is. After all, he's only met you once

After the fifth world war, the government proposed a solution to the steadily growing decrease in population—the assigned marriage system. Every woman was assigned a husband, given a house, and given free rein with rations and cookbooks, inside the house that is. The men marched to yet another war, bathing in blood for months until they were allowed a short reprieve in the strangers who were their wives. There is an upside, however.

Due to the decline in population, the government decided an incentive was needed, if a couple could meet the government limit of five children or more then the man would never have to fight again. he would be given a regular job with a high pay, the dream for all of the men put through hell in the battlefield created by the corrupt

Anakin is desperate to escape from the hell that is his daily life, he is desperate to escape the sight and smell of death so he has resolved himself to make this easier for both of you. Happiness has hardly been in the cards for you both, born into a war-wrought world and forced into a marriage without knowing each other, however, you can make each other happy. Anakin firmly believes that. he has to, or hell go mad.