Happy Birthday to my husband, even if he has been AWOL for two years. Maybe I should divorce your ass but for some reason I fail to fathom, you will always be my General. P.S. This is, Padmé, you remember me right, Anakin Skywalker? You knocked me up then left. Miss me? Ass x

“—They think I’m dead... Nope.”

“It took a global health crisis to get you under the same roof as your children. It’s time to man up...for once!”

“Once at Christmas and twice on birthdays is hardly CONSTANTLY, Anakin. It takes a /real/ man to keep up with me and I’m not sure you cut it...”

“You were present for two of those years on average...”

#HappyFathersDay to the original, Daddy.

Misses this view in the mornings...

And his touch, even the smallest of ones.

It's funny how life can change in an instant. One minute you're the happiest you have ever been and the>[Anakin Skywalker]

Anakin Skywalker next minute ticks around and your life is destroyed, damaged beyond repair, and whilst consumed with more love than one>

Anakin Skywalker >person can cope with, the love is overshadowed by pain. Soul destroying pain. Hazel eyes gazed down at the precious >

Anakin Skywalker >bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket in her arms and inside, Padmé's heart broke.../again/. Tears pooled hot and salty>

Anakin Skywalker >and she held them back. She had cried herself a river of tears and almost drowned in them and she wasn't prepared to>

Anakin Skywalker >anymore. He'd gone, left, disappeared and that was that. Yes she'd asked him to, ordered him to pack his things and get>

Anakin Skywalker >the hell out of their family home. He betrayed her in the cruelest of ways and staring down at his son, the son Anakin>

Anakin Skywalker >didn't even know was born, he was never coming home...not this time. But why did that thought hurt so damn much?

"My world."