The next morning, there was still no sign of Anakin. Y/n tried her best to shrug it off, and ignore the ache in her heart. She did everything she could to stay distracted, which included cleaning her office back up.
After making some food and coffee, Y/n got to work. She worked all day, catching up on all the missing work. Y/n had even done Noah's work, which freed him up for the entire day. That helped with her guilt, only a little.
She worked all day, up until dinner time at least. Still no sign of Anakin. The work kept Y/n decently distracted, but she sometimes found her mind drifting to Anakin. Too many times.
What is he doing?
Why won't he come home?
Is he avoiding me?
Did I do something to upset him?
Maker, is he having second thoughts about everything?
Y/n felt like she was going insane, and it wasn't like she could go out to confront him. There was the risk of someone seeing them, and overhear the arguing that definitely would've happened. Not to mention someone seeing her very pregnant stomach. If that happened, more questions would rise. More than there already was.
Once she had finished with her work, she decided to cook some food. Her worry and paranoia eventually turned into something else, anger and annoyance.
What could I have possibly done?
If he's mad about me going to see Padmè, I swear-Padmè was in labor! I couldn't just not be there for her, and Noah.
Y/n let out a huff as she took the food out of the oven, she had only made enough for herself this time. She was muttering to herself, while looking from the food to her lightsabers. The two metal hilts were set on the counter, practically calling her name.
She wasn't taking any risks tonight. Y/n had been attacked in her own home before, several times actually. This time she was going to be more then ready. She was going to be prepared. It had once again become a habit of hers, carrying around her lightsabers.
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Another day had gone by, and still no Anakin. Y/n only got more angry. Today she spent the day reading, since she had done all her work and shopping the day before. It was much harder to stay distracted. Y/n eventually found herself back in her cloak, and went to the bookshop hoping to add to the little collection.
She had decided that going out, and doing stuff was better than sitting in her own anger. So that's what she did, or tried to do at least. It definitely wasn't easy, especially since a part of her missed Anakin.
Y/n was once again cooking dinner that night, making only enough for herself. At this point she knew that Anakin most likely wasn't coming home, just like the night before and the night before that. Y/n didn't understand what she could have possibly done for this to happen, it was maddening.
Just as Y/n was dishing up her food, the sound of the door closing was heard. Quickly Y/n used the force to pull lightsabers to her hands, and made her way to the entrance of the kitchen. She pressed her back to the wall, just a few feet from the door. Heavy booted footsteps made their way closer, and closer to the kitchen.
Once the person stepped through the door, Y/n ignited her lightsabers and went to attack whoever it was. But before the yellow blade could even hit anything, the person spun around and held their hands up. Stopping the two blades mid air. When Y/n got a better look at whoever it was, her eyes widened and she faltered completely.
"Anakin?!" Y/n exclaimed still angry, as she turned off the lightsabers.
Anakin just smiles a little "Not the welcome I expected." He says.
Y/n stares at him in disbelief, before scoffing and walking away. She practically slams her lightsabers down on the counter, before going back to dishing up her food and everything.
"Un-fucking-believable." Y/n muttered under her breath "Fucking asshole." She growled, throwing her dishes in the sink angrily.
Anakin watches her with a guilty look "Y/n-"
"Fuck off." Y/n growled grabbing her plate with one hand, and storming past him. Using her free hand to call her lightsaber hilts to het hands, and heading towards her room.
Anakin is quick to follow after her "Sweets, I know you're angry-"
Y/n scoffs and shakes her head as she walks in the room, setting her plate on the bed and tossing her sabers down. She spins around, glaring at Anakin again "Angry?!" She shouts "Are you sure I'm just angry?!"
Anakin winces at her tone "Okay, maybe a little more than angry." He mumbles.
"YOU FUCKING THINK?!" Y/n shouts angrily, spinning around to glare at Anakin. Practically shaking with anger.
"Sweets, I'm sorry I really am." Anakin says hurriedly "I-"
Y/n shakes her head "Why the fuck didn't you come home?" She asks "I know that R2 told you, considering you had him following after me!" She shouted.
Anakin lets out a breath "I'm sorry, okay?" He says "The Chancellor, he needed me there early in the morning." He said, being extremely vague about.
Y/n swore her eye twitched "The-the Chancellor?" She stutters in disbelief, clenching her fists "Since when have you gave a shit about what the Chancellor needed?" She asks.
"I-i don't!" He shouts, before shaking his head "It doesn't matter I have my reasons." Anakin stuttered unconvincingly.
It was obvious he was hiding something, but Y/n didn't understand what or why. She couldn't lie and say it didn't hurt, because it definitely did. She didn't understand why Anakin would be hiding anything from her.
"Whatever Anakin, I don't have time for this." Y/n mumbles while turning away from him.
Anakin stands in silence, watching as Y/n changes "I really am sorry, Y/n." He says.
"I'm sure you are." Y/n mumbles, while pulling a baggy comfy shirt over her head.
"I heard about the attack, are you okay?"
Y/n hums as she climbs into bed, grabbing her plate and setting it on her lap. At this point, she didn't have much more to say. Y/n felt like she was being dramatic, but a part of her knew she was in the right.
Anakin clears his throat, but remains rooted to his spot "Are the babies okay?" He asks.
"Yup." Y/n shortly answered while taking a bite of her food, and using her free hand to hold her book open.
"Sweets, I'm sorry." Anakin says walking over to the bed, and sitting on the edge of it "I really am."
Y/n just hums again "So you've said." She mumbles, taking another bite of her food while attempting to turn the page with one hand.
Anakin lets out a sigh "Sweetheart, what can I do for you to stop being mad at me?"
This makes Y/n set her book down, and look at him "Stop lying to me."
Anakin looked like a loth cat caught in a bright light, and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. He always found it hard to lie to Y/n.
Y/n tilts her head a little "Well?" She asks "If you aren't gonna tell me the truth, you can go." She adds coldly, she knew how petty she was being. But Y/n didn't seem to care, she was angry.
"It's my fucking nightmares okay?!" Anakin shouts finally breaking, and looking away from Y/n.
Instantly Y/n's anger faltered, and guilt replaced it instead. She had nearly forgotten about his nightmares, she had been so focused on Padmè and little Adaline.
Anakin lets out a heavy breath "I keep having nightmares about you dying in childbirth, and our-our children dying." He explains, tears filling his eyes and his bottom lip quivering.
Y/n moves everything out of her way, and moves to sit beside Anakin "Ani." She whispered.
"All I can think about is your-your screams, the cries of our babies. Your-" Anakin pause as he looks at Y/n, tears in his eyes "-your pale face. And how you looked when you died." He whispered shakily.
"Oh, Ani." Y/n whispered her anger gone, and guilt replacing it "Why-why didn't you say anything?" She asks
Anakin shakes his head as the tears fall down his cheeks "I didn't want to worry you." He mumbles, "You have so much-"
Y/n is quick to stop him, grabbing his hands in her own "Anakin, it does not matter how much I have going on. I want to be here for you, no matter what." She whispered. Y/n then brings his flesh hand to her lips, and kisses his knuckles "We are in this together, I want to help you. No matter what."
Anakin swallows and looks down at their hands "I'm sorry." He whispered, tears still slowly falling down his cheeks "I'm so sorry."
"Stop." Y/n says gently, taking one hand and reaching up to wipe his tears "I'm the one thats sorry, for the way I treated you and yelled at you."
"I love you Y/n." Anakin whispered looking up at her, his eyes still glossed with tears "I love you so much, it scares me."
Y/n leans forward pecking his lips, before resting her forehead against his "And I love you Anakin." She murmured.