The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 60 - The Happiest Moment of My Life

Anakin's POV:

As soon as we exit Centax-3 and enter hyperspace, Obi-Wan and I attempt to use our comlinks with little success. It seems the moon's atmosphere has permanently damaged our devices. We try to use the ship's radio-frequency based communication system, but it hasn't been activated in over a decade and is exceedingly rusted. Obi-Wan fidgets with the subspace transmitter, tuning the dial, but we only hear high-pitched static in return. It doesn't picks up any station, even though the hyperspace navigation system indicates we should be within reach.

"For kriff's sake!" He curses unexpectedly, slumping back in his seat in a so very un-Obi-Wan way. Usually, I'm the one losing it and he's calling me uncivilized.

"It appears we won't be able to alert the Council that we're alive until we land." He lets out an exacerbated sigh, running his fingers through his hair.

I try to keep my disappointment and frustration at bay. I'm angry too, just as much as Obi-Wan. I've been angry since the crash.

But I see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are almost home. I'll have her in my arms again soon. And while I feel impatient, I know that won't get us to her any faster.

A minute later, the notion strikes me in the face and I'm nearly face-palming. I'm an idiot. Not being able to communicate with her for so long, I almost forgot it was an option.

But we're off of the weird force-resistant moon now, which means I can finally speak to her.

Shivers spiral through my nerve endings as I prepare to communicate with her for the first time in far too long. I reach out into force, feeling for that familiar angelic bright signature, my heart pounding and my own signature thrumming with excitement when I feel her again. My darling Angel.

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Y/N's POV:

I stare at the picture of our baby on the electronic screen. "Oh Ani, I wish you were here to see this." I reach out into the force, trying to contact my husband telepathically like we used to. Now that connection feels more like an endless void that only echos my words, not returning any message back.

"I wish I could reach you. I wish I could know that you're okay." My internal voice wobbles, and I feel myself on the verge of sobbing yet again.

However, just as the tears are about to come, I sit up in my seat with a gasp.

Could it be?

"What is it?" Padme asks me.

"I don't know— I think I felt—"

"Angel"

The unmistakeable deep rich timbre of his voice sends shockwaves through my nervous system.

"I'll be home soon."

My hand clasps over my mouth and all the air leaves my lungs. I grip on tightly to Padme's arm, who's staring at me with wide eyes. "What's happening, Y/N?"

"It's Ani." My heart soars. "He's on his way home."

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Anakin's POV:

My heart feels as if it's about to burst out of my chest cavity as we land in the hangar bay of the temple. The only thought in my mind is her name. It chants on repeat in my head again and again, to the same rhythmic beat of my heart.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

I know she's close. I can sense her presence nearby. She's waiting for me. She got my message.