The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Epilogue - New Beginnings

*Ten Years Later...*

Ahsoka's POV:

My jaw hits the floor. "Another one?"

Anakin doesn't answer. Which is answer enough. He looks guilty—like he's hiding something much, much worse.

"Oh, Force—don't tell me it's another set of twins! You said you were done at four!"

"In his defense," my now-husband Cal pipes up, "he did say he wouldn't be opposed to a fifth."

I gape at him. "So the sixth was just a bonus, then?"

Anakin lifts his hands, exasperated. "Yeah, well, apparently the Force had other plans!"

"Six kids, Skyguy." I drag a hand down my face. "Six!"

He shoots me a glare. "Look, we didn't plan this—"

"How do you still not understand birth control after four kids?" My disbelief borders on hysterical. "You'd think you'd learn after the first accidental pregnancy."

"Hey! We use protection!" Anakin folds his arms defensively. "...mostly."

Obi-Wan gives him that disapproving Master look that could stop a rancor mid-charge. "Clearly not very effectively."

"I know how to use a condom!" Anakin whines.

"Then perhaps," Obi-Wan says dryly, "try using one more often."

"It's not my fault my swimmers are Force-sensitive!" Anakin protests. "They find their way no matter what!"

Obi-Wan groans, palm to face.

"Ew." I gag. "You did not just say that to me. I'm going to barf."

I glance toward Y/N—his very pregnant wife, looking both radiant and exhausted. She's struggling to stand from her lounge chair, a full watermelon-sized belly before her. Normally she moves with Jedi grace, but pregnancy makes even the Queen of Alderaan waddle.

Anakin notices instantly and hurries to help her up, his touch gentle, his eyes soft. She thanks him with a kiss that makes my heart twist. After all these years—and so many children—they're still hopelessly in love. Maybe even more now than ever.

They walk toward us hand in hand. Y/N's smile lights the whole terrace. "I'm so glad you all made it for the twins' birthday. Especially you and Satine, Obi-Wan. I know Alderaan's quite a trip from Mandalore."

Satine waves it off. "We wouldn't miss it. Right, my love?"

"Never," Obi-Wan says warmly.

But my mind's still stuck on the other topic. "Sorry, but did everyone just move on too quickly from six children? Six, Anakin. You're basically starting a small army."

He exhales through his nose. "Yes, actually. Would you like to watch when we go for number seven?"

Y/N's head snaps around. "Don't even joke. We are not doing this again!"

Anakin's face goes pale. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am."

"You're getting a vasectomy!" she declares.

"Mommy, what's a vasectomy?" Leia's voice chirps from behind her.

Y/N doesn't miss a beat. "Something your daddy desperately needs."

Anakin's mortified. "Y/N, sweetheart—let's not make rash decisions. We can just be more diligent—"

Cal grins. "Even with your Force-sensitive swimmers?"

Anakin glares. "You're not helping."

Cal raises a brow. "How do you even find time for all this with all these kids?"