The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 65 - Nightmares (Part 2)

*A/N - I'm so sorry for being gone for so long. Thank you for your patience. I think there will be three more chapters and an epilogue after this. Much of this chapter is script and plot taken from ROTS.*

Anakin's POV:

The past few weeks have been nothing but a waking nightmare—nights spent drenched in cold sweat, heart pounding with panic. And the worst part? Y/N sees it all. She wakes beside me as I thrash and tremble.

I hate that she has to witness this. I hate that she has to endure it.

I'm terrified for her. For what this stress might be doing to her, to our unborn children. I'm terrified for our future.

I'm running on no sleep, teetering on the edge of sanity. Every day pushes me closer to breaking. I feel volatile, like a live wire under the weight of this galaxy's endless demands. My rage at this war is uncontainable.

And as her due date draws nearer, my desperation intensifies. The nightmares no longer confine themselves to the dark—they creep into the daylight, stalking me even when I'm awake.

I can't lose her. I can't lose the twins I already love more than my own life. I won't. If this is the will of the Force, as Yoda says, then I reject it. I refuse it.

I'll defy it.

I would do anything—absolutely anything—to save my family.

—

"You've missed the report on the outer rim sieges." Obi-Wan remarks.

"I'm sorry. I was held up." I reply, making my way toward him in one of the temple's many quarters.

I glance around the room to make sure no one else is near before lowering my voice. "The babies were kicking like crazy this morning. I had a hard time leaving the apartment."

Obi-Wan's stern expression softens into a smile. "And how is Y/N doing lately?"

At the sound of my wife's name, I tense. The memory of a nightmare still lingers, gruesome and vivid, but I force it aside and mask myself with a practiced smile. "She's alright... eager for the twins to come."

"If she lives through the birth to meet them..." A voice taunts in the back of my mind, cold and merciless. My jaw tightens. No. I won't let her die.

"You cannot stop death..." the voice goads, louder now, cruel in its persistence.

Obi-Wan, oblivious to the battle raging in my head, muses gently, "She's going to be a wonderful mother."

"She will." I agree quickly, clinging to that image. For a fleeting moment, I manage to shut out the voice that's been haunting me—visions, anxieties, whatever it is. Y/N insists they're just nerves about fatherhood, but as her due date approaches, they've only grown sharper, more relentless.

The voice laughs bitterly. "That's not what this is, and you know it! Remember your mother? If you hadn't ignored your visions then, you could have saved her!"

Obi-Wan must sense my unease, because his gaze softens with reassurance. "And you, Anakin, you'll be a wonderful father. I'm so proud of the man you've become."

I manage a genuine smile this time. "Thank you, Obi-Wan. Coming from you, that means a lot."

He returns the smile before turning back to the holopad in his hand. "Things are going very well. Saleucami has fallen, and Master Voe has moved his troops to Boz Pity."

The news should bring relief, but something in his tone shifts, a flicker of unease breaking through. I catch it instantly.

"What's wrong then?" I press, frowning.