The rest of the day was perfect. There was no Jedi business or Senate business, fortunately. It was as it once was.

Anakin had asked many questions about the baby. Adorable questions and he even went as far as giving the baby names. They were horrible, to say the least, but the thought counted.

He had missed months of the pregnancy but didn't let it go to waste. His hands would fiddle around, hoping to feel something move, and his eyes would dart towards mine when something did.

In celebration, the Anakin was given the rest of the day off from his Jedi duties. It was the council's way of saying, "thanks, you rescued the chancellor and killed a sith. Round of applause. Enjoy the day off."

On the rescue mission to save the Chancellor, Anakin had killed Dooku, and although Dooku was cruel, it wasn't the Jedi way.

It wasn't who Anakin was.

By now, it was dark a few minutes before midnight. It felt as if time was flying by. The air was chilly, but the breeze felt amazing.

Anakin and I hung out on our top-floor balcony overlooking Coruscant's massive buildings. He leaned against the frame of the outside door, his hands folded into his arms.

With a comb in one hand, I brushed it through my hair, watching the city down below. It was peaceful, and although it was loud, he was near, and everything felt calm.

Every once in a while, I would look back towards his body and find his eyes staring back. We didn't need to talk to feel each other's presence.

"Ani, I want to have our baby back home on Naboo." I shared excitingly. The thought had been carved into my mind for days and even months. To return to Naboo and give our child the life I wish I had. With the politics or the Jedi interfering every 10 minutes.

I imagined how the baby would come out. Perhaps some light blue eyes just like Anakin. Or even his curly dirty blonde hair.

"We can go to the lake country where no one will know, where we can be safe," I added, a smile forming.

"I can go early and fix up the baby's room." I turned around, looking directly at his face. I found myself playing with a strand of hair; stupidly excited, I quickly let the strand fall back onto my shoulders. He noticed and chuckled, "Excited much?" He asked sarcastically, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"And I know the perfect spot. Right by the gardens, so when the baby grows up, there will be a place to play," I continued placing the brush onto the balcony ledge.

So many more ideas came rushing in a matter of seconds.

"It all sounds perfect." He answered after my brief pause. A chuckle came out from within him. It was as if he knew I was thinking of more things to say and spit out.

"Are you making fun of me?" I scoffed. My right hand placed itself on my chest, taken back jokingly.

"No, you're just so beautiful." He responded in a serious tone. There was a smile on his face, but it soon died out.

I felt my cheeks flush, nervous at his body posture. His hair fell perfectly onto his forehead; over the few months, he had grown more muscle gain.

He was glaring at me from across the balcony. His gaze dragged up and down my body slowly, taking his sweet time.

I swallowed thickly, hoping I wouldn't choke on my words. It made me wish Anakin had looked away for just a few seconds.

"It's only because I'm so in love." I finally spit the words out. He huffed in amusement, his eyelids battling to stay serious. However, he couldn't help it. He chuckled, knocking his seriousness out the door.

"No." He shook his head, still laughing. "No. It's because I'm so in love with you," he added.

A low laugh escaped my lips before I replied, "So love has blinded you?"

He tilted his head, confused about what he had said and what I had said. He debated whether to be romantic or logical. He huffed humorously, my eyes locked onto his making him nervous.

"Well, that's not exactly what I meant." He laughed, still surprised and confused.

"But it's probably true," I responded, a slight smirk growing onto my face.

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"Manipulation will be the death of many."

It was that dark, mysterious voice. The one I had dreamed of years ago.

"Death of many?" I asked, confused about what it meant.

"Death of the ones you love," it answered.

Everything was pitch black.

"Of who?" I asked once more.

"Soon all will unveil, and darkness will overcome."

My eyes opened naturally and adjusted to the dark in seconds. The dream felt so real that I had to question whether it was a dream or a conversation I somehow had.

Regardless, it felt real.

My body stayed still, laying my head on the pillow. I moved my hand to the left side of the bed, only to feel his presence wasn't there. I sat up, catching him, his body's shadow heading downstairs.

By this time, it was after midnight. I wondered why Anakin was up so late or where he must go.

"Should I go after him?" I whispered to myself. I huffed, feeling my forehead with my left hand and then wiping some light sweat.

I couldn't shake the recent dream I had. I wasn't afraid or scared of the future.

"Manipulation will be the death of many?" I whispered to myself.

I wandered to myself for a couple more seconds before shaking the thought off. It was only a dream, after all.

I stood up from the bed, walking slowly in Anakin's direction. Making my way down the stairs to see his body leaning against the couch armrest.

He was staring off into the large open view of the city. I tried to reach out and feel his emotions but couldn't. It was as if I was blocked off from everything to do with the force.

I sighed to myself, walking up to the side of his body. Reaching him was easy, but his eyes still stared at the city. He seemed out of the ordinary and in his thoughts heavily.

"What's bothering you?" I asked, placing my hand on his back. Soothing it back and forth.

His face turned in my direction, looking for only a mere second onto my eyes before lowering them onto my chest. He took a quick breath before forming a fake, weak smile.

"Nothing." He answered back.

His hand grabbed onto the japor snippet necklace, examining it in his hands. "I remember when I gave this to you." He said with a warm smile, though it still seemed forced.

I huffed before replying, "How long is it gonna take for us, to be honest?"

Contradicting myself, I hid my pregnancy months before telling him, but I knew he wouldn't spit it out unless I confronted the situation head-on.

His eyes looked back towards the view, his shoulders stiffened up, and a deep sigh escaped his lips. "It was a dream." He finally spits out.

A dream? My brows shot up in confusion, weirded out from my dream. I looked at him, my eyes full of surprise.

"Bad?" I asked.

"Like the ones I used to have about my mother, just before she died." His voice was low, and his blue eyes still looked away from mine.

"And?" I asked again.

Before he answered, his face turned onto mine again. He examined every facial feature quickly, almost as if he was afraid id be gone in the next second.

"And it was about you."

He broke out eye contact to look onto the couches across from us. I watched his brows furrow as he tried to understand what had happened and what was going on.

"Tell me." I placed my hand on his shoulder and my other under his chin.

"It was only a dream," he responded, and within seconds, he moved his body from the armrest and walked a few steps forward.

"You die in childbirth." he then added.

My hands fell onto my stomach automatically. Just like that, neither of us moved, scared to say more.

"And the baby?" I asked nervously.

"I don't know," he answered, turning his body to face mine.

Both our dreams had some similarities and differences, but I didn't know if they were true or rather fears of what I thought could happen. I was far beyond the force's reach, blocked, and I didn't know why. So maybe Anakin was right, but it could all be a dream.

Scared of fatherhood?

"It was only a dream." I resorted. I walked up to his body again, but he took a step backward instead of comfort.

"I won't let this one become real. I won't let it happen." He huffed. His eyes were darker than usual.

"It won't. Dreams are dreams and only fears of what you think will happen in the future. It was like Master Yoda once said," I began.

But as quickly as I started, it was as quickly as he began.

"I- I know. I know." He sighed.

"Do you think Obi-Wan might be able to help us?" I asked stupidly, knowing the answer. However, I tried everything to lighten up the mood and find a solution, but everything seemed to go wrong.

"We don't need his help." He quickly shut it down. "Our baby is a blessing," he added, taking my body into his arms. I couldn't help but think if bringing up my dream was worth the hassle. He was already afraid of the possibilities of what might happen.

I just hoped it was all just a dream.