I Would Die For You Once More {ANIDALA AU}

Chapter Six - Space Men Don't Know a Thing About Taylor Swift

Whether it was a day that Padmé was leaving for work or not, she always rose early anyway because that was what she was used to.

As soon as Anakin woke up and opened his eyes, he smelled something wafting from the kitchen. He wasn't sure what it was by the smell, but he was assuming it was breakfast because of the room it was coming from.

He stood from the couch, where he fell asleep the night before, and stretched, hearing a series of cracks from his battle-ridden back just as Padmé walked in, her eyes wide. "Jeez. Are you sure you don't need a chiropractor or something?" she asked.

Anakin wasn't about to ask what in the blazes a chiropractor was and embarrass himself yet again. "Still woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?" he commented, following her into the kitchen, where the smell grew stronger.

She glared at him as he sat down on one of the stool sat the island in the middle of the kitchen. "What do you mean? I always wake up on this side of the bed."

He smirked as she turned to grab something from the cabinet, thinking her comment was humorous until he saw the back of another woman standing at the stove.

"Uh...," he started, and Padmé turned to look at him.

"What?" she asked, her eyebrows raised like everything was normal.

"Nothing," he answered, making a face.

The lady turned to face him, and she looked middle-aged, wearing an apron. "Would you like breakfast?" she asked, holding up a plate.

He nodded, eyes wide as she set the plate of weird-looking breakfast in front of him. "Is your name.... Betty, by any chance?"

Padmé paused, looking at him over the rim of her coffee mug. "What."

"What?" Anakin asked. "Betty droids.... people usually hire them to help around the house...." He stopped himself, sighing. "Never mind. You wouldn't understand," he said, looking down sadly.

"What is wrong with you?" Padmé asked, looking at him like he was the craziest man she'd ever met in her entire life.

Which to her, right now, as far as she knew, he was.

All of the sudden, as Anakin finally dove into the unfamiliar but delicious food, he heard some noises coming from a weird-looking, rectangular box thing above the stove. It almost looked like a.... holo-speaker or something. But what was coming from it did not sound like music to him.

"Ah, what is that?" he yelled, covering his ears and cringing. Tinny noises came from the thing, making his head pound.

"It's Taylor Swift, you idiot! Again, what is wrong with you? Even the elderly know who Taylor Swift is!"

"Well, turn Raylor Kift off, or whatever the kriff you just said."

Padmé just rolled her eyes. This is going to be a long day, she thought to herself as she went to switch the radio off. A very long day.