You were scared, naturally you were. The birth had been quite complicated, and Obi Wan would lie if he said he was not severely worried. Everything pointed to the birth not being successful, but with your overexertion and medical help it was possible. What started out as a single birth ended up being a twin birth.

You broke down when you heard those two little moans of your babies. It hurt to hear them cry to open their small lungs with air; the happiness of being a mother was in your heart, but knowing that Anakin was not at your side now or in the future was what tore your soul apart.

Obi Wan tended you to one of your children, Luke. He was crying, his first minutes of life. You wedged him in your arms to calm him, while you couldn’t control your own crying. The baby was still sticky and red.

"Hush now, my baby." You whispered, your voice trembled. "No need to cry, mama is here."

Obi Wan stroked your back, while you sobbed again and pressed your forehead with your baby’s. Obi Wan knew, like you, that it was best for Anakin to think that both you and the baby had died in childbirth.