POV: Anakin Skywalker

I got everyone off of the tiny ship safely, including my wife and son. The Imperials thanked us and Spark said he was in my debt for the risky escape that could've gone badly. Obi-Wan came down to the hangar, frantically searching the mass of people for me. I sighed and walked towards him. In comparison to the rest of the men in his sight, I was taller than any of them. He found me and dashed over, looking at my arm.

I gave him a look and he knew I didn't want to be coddled. I got everyone here safely. I was perfectly fine. The blast of the engine had damaged me, but only slightly. It's not like my entire arm was blown off. It was just bleeding uncontrollably. He managed to find a first aid pack and pulled gauze out, telling me to lift my sleeve. I rolled my eyes and he ordered me to do as he asked. I complied, pulling my sleeve up to show him the extent of the burn and cut. "The gauze will stop the bleeding. I'm afraid that you'll need to have a medical droid take care of the burn."

"Obi-Wan, I'm fine." I watched Ahsoka as she came back into the hangar after changing her and Kylar's clothing. Kylar's tummy got upset with all that I did while trying to evade the fighter. It didn't even come to mind that he would get sick. I was just trying to make sure we were all safe and every maneuver had become second nature to me.

She came to me and Obi-Wan holding Kylar against her chest. He was wide awake, his eyes bursting with excitement as he stared at me. He threw his tiny arms out for me and I smiled, softening despite the pain I felt. I moved towards Ahsoka and kissed her forehead, closing my eyes as my lips lingered on her skin. When I pulled back, I saw her smiling at me and she handed Kylar off to me gently, smiling wider as I focused on him, smiling. "Ani."

I looked up at her, giving her a questioning look. Then I realized she was staring at the bloodied gauze on my arm. I sighed and shook my head. "Can we talk about it later? I want to spend time with Kylar." I paused as she looked irritated. "And you. I want to spend time with you, too, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes and came closer, inspecting the wound. I bit my lip. Knowing her, she'd overreact. I felt fine. It didn't even bother me now that Kylar was in my arms. She touched my arm and I watched her sad eyes. I shifted Kylar into my good arm and lightly gripped her chin, lifting her face so that her eyes were locked with mine. "Ani –"

"My love, my sweet love," I whispered. "I'm fine. I promise you." I tried to look as sincere as I felt. She could always see through me though and that worried me. I was hurting, yes, but I didn't want her hurting just because I was. She sighed and looked away from me for a moment before glancing back, nodding. "What do you say we head back to the dorm and have some family time?"

Her eyes lit up and her smile returned. I took that as a yes, and held my arm out for her. She slid one of her arms beneath mine and wrapped both around it. Obi-Wan and I shared a look, nodding. I took Ahsoka back to our dorm and I sat in the middle of the room, holding Kylar against my chest. I smiled down at him and gently tickled his stomach, laughing myself as he began to giggle.

I looked up at Ahsoka and saw her smiling widely. "Baby, I love seeing you like this," she whispered. "I hate when you're unhappy and Kylar brings so much life to you."

Something in me hurt and I knew it was because of what she said. "Ahsoka, you bring life to me, too. I am happy when I have you." She smiled and I knew she believed me. I had done a horrible job at showing her I loved her the last few months and I wanted to be a good husband now. She deserved love. That's why we got married. Love. She'd done so many sweet and wonderful things for me and I owed her. I owed her the same love she gave to me. I loved my Soka and I didn't want to lose her because she thinks I'm unhappy with her. "Babe, sit across from me."

She raised an eye marking momentarily before understanding what it was that I wanted to do. She eagerly moved across the room, sitting a short distance from me. I set Kylar's feet on the floor and kissed his cheek. He giggled and shut his eyes for a minute before opening them and focusing on his mother. "Come to mommy, baby," she cooed. She held her hands out for him and he looked confused.

I held his hips gently and led him forward, watching his feet. I was about to let him go when he fell backwards. I easily caught him with my mechanical hand because it was stronger than my human one. I chuckled. I pulled him into my arms and scooted across the floor so that I we were closer to Ahsoka. I stood up and set him down in front of me. I bent over him as he sat down and held my hands beside him. He gripped one finger on each of my hands and I lifted him up slowly.

He gripped my fingers tightly as I slowly began to lead him forward, guiding him into his mother's arms. He giggled once he collapsed against her chest and I knelt down as he spun to face me. "Kylar," I whispered, smiling. I stood, backed up, and knelt again a short distance from him. "Come to daddy." I held my arms out and he looked eager to come back to me.

Ahsoka gently held him and he tried to move step by step on his own. As soon as he made about three steps, he fell on his bottom. I chuckled and Ahsoka giggled, but Kylar started crying. "Shh," Ahsoka whispered, getting on her hands and knees. She kissed Kylar's hair and cheek. "You're okay, baby." Ahsoka gently pulled him back to where they'd started and she sat him down. I watched her curiously, my hands resting on my knees as I sat back. "Watch momma." She stood up and I looked up at her, as did Kylar. She slowly walked towards me and I smirked.

When she reached me she lowered herself and plopped into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her shoulder. I rubbed her side until I decided I wanted to be silly. I slid one hand over her stomach and started tickling her. She burst into laughter and started writhing around on me, pleading for me to stop through her laughs. "Daddy's got mommy," I said loudly, gently laying her on the floor as I continued to assault her with my fingers. She kicked out and tried to grab my hands, but I kept moving them. Kylar giggled like crazy, crawling over to me.

Once tears slid out of Ahsoka's eyes from laughing too hard, I stopped and crawled on top of her, leaning down to kiss her lips. She kissed me very briefly before having to gasp for breath. "Anakin Skylar Skywalker!" she laughed. She pushed me back and sat up, smacking my chest. I chuckled and gave her the most loving look I could. It wasn't just so she'd stop hitting me. I wanted her to know I love her. I liked making her laugh, even if I did it until she cried. I just loved listening to her laugh.

She came closer and held the sides of my face, kissing me deeply. Kylar made a whiny noise and we parted, laughing lightly. I let her sit where I was and Kylar crawled into her lap as I moved to sit across from them. She stood him up and spun him to face me. I smiled happily at him and held my arms out again. "Come get daddy, little one."

Ahsoka straightened him slightly and held him as he took very tiny steps. He kind of waddled and looked eager to move on his feet. His arms flew out and his eyes widened. I moved a little closer, keeping my hands close to him. He gripped one finger on each of my hands again and I saw the fear dissipate. He looked calm and felt safe. "Dada," he muttered, staring at my face. My heart exploded as I smiled widely. I loved that. "Dada, dada, dada." He kept repeating it over and over and he must've known that it made me happy to hear it because he kept smiling up at me and saying it.

I chuckled and gently pulled him along with my hands, making him walk to me. I stood up and bent over, making him move his little feet. His legs moved awkwardly and he kept his eyes on me. "Daddy's got you," I whispered, watching his face.

He squeezed my fingers as I led him around the room slowly. Ahsoka sat on the floor in the spot she'd let him go in and watched me, pulling her knees up to her chest, smiling widely. I tried to ease my fingers out of his tiny hands and he seemed to realize that I was trying to get him to let go of me because he gripped my fingers even tighter. "Dada," he cried out. "Dada." He kept getting louder and I eventually stopped and picked him up, hugging him to me, rocking him gently in my arms.

I kissed his forehead and rubbed my thumb across his cheek. "Dada has you, Ky-Ky."

He nuzzled my chest and smiled up at me. His eyes were full of life and he looked so magnificent. I'd never seen a baby up close. I never had siblings nor did I have children of my own until nine months ago. I'd never truly been this close to a child, though Ahsoka and I had saved a few. Those hadn't been somewhat human babies however. I could barely make out their features. With Kylar, I was able to see every little detail of his face. "Ani, I love you."

I looked up from Kylar to see Ahsoka in front of me. She rubbed my arm and kissed Kylar's head. I lifted my hand from Kylar's face and stroked her lek gently. "I love you, too, Soka. I love you so much." I was suddenly eager for Kylar to call Soka 'mama' and I held him up a little in my arm, positioning him so he could see his mother. "Who's that?" I asked excitedly, pointing at Ahsoka. Ahsoka giggled and he smiled at her. "Mama!" He looked at me and went through his string of dadas. He kept looking back and forth between us until I gently poked his tummy with one of my fingers. "Who's this?" He stared at me, confused, and I chuckled. "Your name is Kylar. Kylar." I enunciated his name a few times and he utterly slaughtered his own name, which was too cute.

We spent the next few hours getting him to say Mama and Dada and Ky over and over as well as walking him around the room a little. By the time night rolled around, he was wiped out. Ahsoka and I curled up on our bed together and held him in between us. He curled up against my bare chest and I smiled at Ahsoka, reaching my arm over him to grasp her hand. She intertwined our fingers and lifted our hands, kissing my knuckles. "Thank you so much for being a wonderful daddy, Anakin. I loved watching you with him today."

I would never be like my own father. If I could even call him a father. I loved my son to death and I'd never say any differently. I loved my wife and I loved my son. These two were the most important people in my life and I'd do anything to keep them happy. I liked how Ahsoka smiled at me when I played with him and I loved Kylar's beautiful smile as I led him through the room, his hands gripping a single finger. Today was perfect and I vowed I'd never let him go again. Never again.