Belong. Anakin had never really belonged anywhere. Among the slaves he was different. He dreamed of more, knew he was meant for more. Among the Jedi he longed for more though he knew he should not. He came in too late, too old, too dangerous. But here, standing on the porch outside this darkened bedroom containing his new wife, where the only light was the moon reflected off the water, he felt like he belonged.
Eternity. His eternity was promised to her officially. He had always been hers; he had understood that the minute he laid eyes on her even when he wasn't his own to give away. But now she belonged to him as well. Now they were bonded legally, if secretly, in the eyes of the gods and men. The vows of the humans on Tatoonie stated, "until death do us part". But the vows of the humans on Naboo instead promised eternity, beyond death. Even if one partner died the other was still considered married. He smiled. Loving Padme for eternity was the most wonderful of dreams come true.
Love. He loved her. He lowered his head into his hands letting out a shaky breath. He loved her, by the force he loved her so much it hurt. He loved her so much, so powerfully that it scared him sometimes. He would do anything for her… and that was dangerous. It was one thing to say, he was sure many had murmured it to the ones they loved over the centuries. But he had never had particularly strong morals; no real definition of right and wrong, good and evil. He fought for people, not abstract concepts like, justice, truth, democracy, or any of those things. Most of those who claimed to rarely did, he at least was honest with his amorality. Further more while they would sell out for their own gain, he cared little for himself. Those he loved were more important. No attachments be damned he loved her and would die or kill, be the hero or the villain; he loved her too powerfully to be controlled. He could hear Obi-Wan now.
Object. Obi-wan would object he knew. His master would explain about the dangers of attachment. Anakin was attached to his master as well, like a father or brother. And he knew Obi-Wan cared for him as well. But of course, being the perfect Jedi he could neither acknowledge such a thing nor encourage it. Anakin remembered the first time he told his master he loved him. He hadn't at first, still mourning over his mother and wary of the man who trained him only because of another. Living a slave's life where someone could be dead or sold at any time, he was wary of investing his heart. After Obi-Wan's first dismissal of him he was cautious of exposing it, once bitten twice shy. But when he did tell his brother/father the man had paused and stared at the boy as if Anakin had suddenly announced that he was planning to grow two heads. Anakin had begun to wilt and noticing, Obi-Wan hesitantly thanked him. Then he sat down and explained to Anakin how many padwans grew to care for their masters, him included, but that it was generally discouraged. Obi-Wan would certainly object to Padme, he objected to everything good in Anakin's life. Everything he needed.
Vital. Anakin needed her. He could not live without her. He knew simply, quietly, that Anakin Skywalker would die without Padme Amidala. That with her death he would cease to be. He had explained this to her earlier and she had laughed, asking him if he wasn't Anakin Skywalker who would he be? He had told her the truth, he always had. "I don't know," he murmured into her hair, "but he frightens me." He would become, he realized with sudden clarity, the same person he had been on the night his mother died. He pushed his mother's face out of his mind and concentrated on Padme. His wife, his everything.
Everything. She was everything to him. Everything he had was taken from him at one point or another. Before he was born he was stripped of his dignity, his self-worth, his freedom. Afterwards he knew he truly owned nothing. Everything, his food, his clothing, his shelter, his body, his mother, could be taken from him at his master's whim. The Jedi had taken his right to think (be mindful of your thoughts), to feel (I sense much fear in you), to dream (dreams pass in time). They would take his Padme from him if they ever found out about the marriage, found out how much he cared for her. Just like they had kept him from his mother.
Death. Death had taken his mother, would take others in the coming war. But not Padme, never Padme. If he had to sell his soul he would but by the Force she would live! He fists clenched and his head bowed he vowed it would be so. A vow made to the Force and released into its currents. The only other aware of it was a man on Corusant who had focused a good deal of his power on the padawan. The man heard it and smiled, then made plans around it. But the young husband didn't know that as he brooded over dark things until Padme's voice interrupted him.
"Where are you beloved?"