Anakin's POV
We stood before each other as we were being married. I was wearing my Jedi robes. My lightsaber wasn't in my holster for the wedding.
Prim was wearing a long white gown. It was long sleeved and she looked beautiful in it. Her hair was flipped to one side in a more detailed braid that sat on her shoulder. Roses were in her hair. Her cheek bones had been more defined. And her lips were a pinkish red.
The only ones at our wedding were 3PO and R2. They were the only ones who could. If anyone else even knew about this we would expelled from the Jedi order. Well there is a priest here.
We were holding each other's hands. We stared into each other's eyes. "I do," I said.
"I do," she said. Her voice was like a song.
We then kissed and the priest left. Our lips began to move in sync. "*beep beep beep*," R2 said interrupting us. We pulled apart and began laughing at the droid.
"If he didn't do it I would have," 3PO said making us laugh even harder.
We went inside. "It took me two days... but I made cake! And a good one," she said pulling out a three layer, white cake that read "together we can rule the galaxy".
"Really? Out of all the things I say to you, you choose that line," I chuckled.
"Yes! If you hadn't had such a darkness in your voice and didn't almost kill me after it would probably would've been so sweet and my favorite thing you've ever said," she smiled.
"Then what is your favorite thing I've ever said to you," I asked.
"When we were each Padawans and you asked me if I was an angel," she answered.
"Of course," I laughed.
"What is your favorite thing I've ever said to you," she asked.
"Hmm, I don't know. I think everything," I told her.
She blushed looking down. "Of course you're that cheesy," she shook her head.
"Well it's true," I smiled. She just shook her head grinning.
"Now, can we have cake I'm starving," she said making me laugh.
She started to cut the cake. "Wait," I stopped her, "aren't we supposed to do this?" I stood behind her with my hand hers and we cut the cake together.
We put a piece on a plate and we grabbed to forks. "Aren't supposed to like feed this to each other," she laughed.
"Yes, I think we are," I agreed.
We began to feed each other cake then she suddenly moved her fork and smudged cake on my cheek. "Oh you are so dead," I laughed chasing her with cake on my hand.
She ran to the bedroom and shut the door. I opened the door and she was leaning against the door so she fell back into my arms. I wrapped my one arm around her waist and she tried to get away causing us each to slightly bend over.
"No! No! I have makeup on," she laughed. I smeared the cake on her cheek.
She turned around so we were facing each other. "You got me," she said.
"Your mistake for putting cake on my face," I laughed still holding her close to me.
She took her finger taking some of the cake off my face. She ate the cake off her finger, "I did a good job with that cake!"
I did the same to her, "you did!" I agreed and picked her up carrying her back out to the table. "Now we must enjoy the delicious cake," I said sitting down with her still in my arms. I set her down on my lap.
We ate our piece of cake. Dang she can cook! She stretched her arm out to the side using the force to grab two napkins. She used one to wipe off her face. Then she used the other one to clean off my face. As we gazed into each other's eyes she began to clean off my face even slower.
I too the napkin from her hand and put it on the table. We then passionately kissed. I picked her up and brought her to the bedroom.
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Hey guys!! Is it me or is this chapter adorable?! Yeah I guess I girled out on this. I had to do the last part...😉😉😂 yeah it just ties everything up. And I also realized that two of my chapters are "named" after Ariana Grande songs! Whatever I love AG.
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