Sitting quietly in the dark, Obi Wan watched over the sleeping figure that had taken his bed. Despite his size and obvious age, he still saw a glimpse of the boy who he trained and worked with – looking to him for an answer. An answer that he could not give – that he did not have. It pained him to see a man who had been such a large part of his life in so much pain – standing there and giving in to the emotional mess that he'd become. His apology had gone unheard; it was the tears that shook Obi Wan the most. In the beginning, he'd assumed Anakin alive, picturing meetings with him. None of those ever involved him in tears and a broken down mess. As time passed, he simply assumed Anakin was dead – Darth Vader as well.

He hadn't known what to do when he saw the tears, he did what was instinctive. He hugged his former padawan, letting him cry himself to exhaustion. That was when Obi Wan had led him to bed, letting him collapse on the cot and sleep. Body quivering as he slowly fell asleep; Obi Wan could see the streaks that brushed his cheeks. Streaks from the tears he'd sobbed in regret of his actions. He could feel his pain, feel the regret and sorrow of the younger man – other than just listened to his words. What was he to do? He didn't know what he was supposed to say in the morning. He should tell Yoda. But another question was what he should tell Anakin. Surely this wasn't the first place he'd expect to find Obi Wan…he'd be curious tomorrow as to why he was here. Had he heard anything of them? The buried body of Padme held the figure of a pregnant woman, yet to give birth. He knew Anakin, he knew Anakin felt Padme's pain…but did he realize the pain was physical as well as emotional? Tomorrow would take a toll on them. But, it was not yet tomorrow.

"Sleep well, Anakin," a quiet Obi Wan finally spoke, reaching a hand up and grazing it over the side of his face before he stood, leaving the man to sleep as he went to a much wiser Jedi for help.

They haunted him, as they did every night. Images, sounds, and worst of all…feelings. He could feel her pain as she died; the struggle she went through. He was living it for her, through her. In his dreams, he pictured her face – contorted in pain, brow furrowed in confusion and her gasping breaths, twisted within the never-ending sobs that escaped his lips. Her screams rang through his ear – desperate to wake up from the nightmare she'd lived through. It was more intense this time, the details were more clear. He could see Obi Wan, his lips moving but the words weren't obvious to him. Nothing was obvious through the cloud of pain and sadness that surrounded his poor wife on her death bed.

"Luke."

It wasn't a scream, but a word – spoke softly from Anakin's mouth as he sat up quickly, eyes wide and chest heaving with each breath he took. Sweat formed on his temple, making it warm in the small confines. He felt like he was dying through her, over and over. Never would he get used to the haunting dreams. Slowly, he drew his legs up as his elbows propped on them and he hunched over, holding his head in his hands as his body shook with each deep breath that passed through his lips.

Obi Wan's discussion with Yoda had done nothing more than confuse him more. He was fighting with the decision to inform Anakin of Luke…or Leia. It wasn't until Anakin's sudden awakening that Obi Wan was snapped out of his daze. He quickly entered the room where the man sat on his bed, hunched over himself. A hand reached out to rest on his back comfortingly. He could feel Anakin tense beneath his touch and he took a seat behind the man on the bed. It wasn't the first time, that was obvious. The way he looked when Obi Wan had first seen him had made it clear that he hadn't been as well rested as he should – dark bags lining his eyes.

"Luke," came a whisper from the hunched body.

Obi Wan felt his eyes widen as he heard it. He paused and gently brought his hand up to the man's shoulder. "What?"

"A…I heard it, she said it…in my dream. I die through her, y-you were there. She whispered the name. Who is it? Who is Luke?"

He'd no longer have the hours of the night to think upon this, his decision would be now or never. It was inevitable that Anakin would find out of his son – but would he be the one to inform him? If he did not, and Anakin found out, would the betrayal drive the confused man into the darkness once more? Taking a deep breath, his hand came up and gently brushed against Anakin's hair.

"He's your son."

Anakin's body twisted quickly as he looked at Obi Wan. He could see the shock, the confusion that was found in the boy's expression as he looked upon Obi Wan. He was taking in the words, trying to figure out if he'd heard it right. He had a son. Anakin had probably given up hope of ever finding or seeing him or her…his child. He had a child. Obi Wan paused only moments as he gazed upon Anakin, letting him take it all in and finally sink in that he had children – children that had lived. Or at least, he knew had one.

"And Leia…Leia is your daughter."

A son. A daughter. Anakin just gazed upon his former mentor, trying to take in what he'd just been told. He had a child, two actually. A son and a daughter. Breaking his eyes from their current position locked on the man before him, he looked down and bit his lip – holding back a smile. He had children. It was the first time he allowed himself to express happiness, to smile. His children had survived and for all he could tell, they were healthy. He was oblivious to Obi Wan, who stood before him – the hand that rested on his shoulder. He had children. Currently, the thought was all that occupied his mind. For a moment, the pain of his life and the regret and sorrow he'd been drowning himself in for what seemed like centuries was washed away by that simple thought. He had yet to even meet these two, and he was already sure that they were his angels, lifting an incredible weight off of his shoulders.

"Where are they? Here?" Anakin questioned. There were a million questions running through his head at the moment – but that was the first one. "Is that why you're here? Are they being trained?" He couldn't wait – the questions just poured from his mouth in eagerness. He needed to know where his kids were. He needed to know how they were doing.

Obi Wan held up a hand to silence the eager man. "Easy, Anakin," he replied, unable to stifle the light chuckle that escaped his lips at his former padawan. He'd noticed a spark in the boy's eyes when he'd realized he had children. It was something he hadn't seen in Anakin's eyes since he got here. Happiness.

Anakin opened his mouth to speak, to once again inquire about his children. He was growing frustrated at the speed it seemed to be taking his former master to tell him of his children and for a brief moment, a glimpse of the old Anakin flashed over him. The young man who had grown frustrated with the speed of his teachings, believing in the wonderful concept of there-and-now. It made Obi Wan smile, seeing glimpses of his former padawan break through this normally sullen shell of a man that barely resembled the one he used to know.

"Luke is here, he is living with your uncle. I'm here merely to keep an eye on him." That was the truth. The child had no knowledge of him other than the fact that he was 'Ben Kenobi', an eccentric hermit that lived around these parts. "He … he doesn't know of the force," Obi Wan finally explained. "Or who you truly are."

"Why does he now know you? Or of me, for that matter," Anakin questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Obi Wan had been his most trusted mentor and friend. He was the closest thing Anakin had to family for a long time while he'd been trained as a Jedi. Their relationship, their connection, had been more than the master/padawan relationship based strictly on the Jedi teachings. It bothered Anakin that his child did not know Obi Wan, did not have direct contact with the man who was closer to family than the half brother he'd met only once.

"Your brother-," Obi Wan started, but was cut off by Anakin's bitter reply.

"Half Brother."

"Your half brother," the older man corrected himself before continuing, "He…is not fond of this…of the Jedi way. He's told your son very little of you, and what he has told – I'm afraid – is not true. He did not want your son's head filled with stories of ludicrous missions and an all powerful force."

Anakin was visibly appalled by this. His son having no knowledge of the force? Or of him and what he'd spent his life doing? Sensing his discontentment with the situation, Obi Wan brought a hand on Anakin's shoulder, squeezing it in comfort. He wasn't sure if Anakin knew yet how to control his anger and he feared what it would do to the boy if it took over again.

"He wanted Luke to grow up as normal as possible," Obi Wan explained to the clearly annoyed man before him.

"Are they…is he…Is the force strong with him?" Anakin questioned, his eyes raising to meet Obi Wan's. "Should he have been trained?"

Obi Wan hesitated a moment, looking at the ground as he felt Anakin's gaze burning through him. He knew lying would be pointless, Anakin would sense it either way…especially if he went to see his son – which Obi Wan was sure he would. He wouldn't stay away from his child, that much was obvious.

"Yes," came the simple answer as Obi Wan's gaze raised to finally meet Anakin's. "Yes, the force is strong with him…almost as it was with you. He should have been trained, he would have made a powerful Jedi…but his uncle would have no part of it. I must respect his wishes."

There were so many things in Anakin's mind right now – why didn't Obi Wan keep the child? He knew it was a stupid question, that there were a million answers to it – but it was still a question that ran through his mind. Closing his eyes tightly, Anakin took a deep breath and simply ran a hand back through his hair, pushing a few loose strands out of his face as he looked at the ground. It was all he could do to try and keep his thoughts straight, his mind sane. He finally looked back up at his master.

"What of Leia?" he questioned, remembering that he did have another child. A daughter.

Obi Wan's hand came up, rubbing against his beard as he thought of the best way to answer the new question. He knew very little of Leia, only what he was informed of every once in a while by the Senator. As far as he knew, she was a healthy, growing girl. He knew not of her capabilities in regards to the force, or her knowledge of her real father. He didn't think that the best thing to tell a child would be that their real father turned evil and helped darkness overwhelm the galaxy.

"Senator Organa took her; he and his wife are raising her as their own. They always wanted a daughter, but were unable…" Obi Wan finally explained, pressing his lips together in a firm line before looking back over at Anakin. "She is fine, as far as I know. I know nothing of her abilities with the force. I haven't seen her since she was an infant, Anakin."

There was a pause, a moment of quiet between the two as Anakin attempted to sort everything through his head. He has a son and a daughter…who knew nothing about him. He had two children whom he'd never met, one who grew up with no knowledge of him and the other who wasn't even aware she had other parents. Rubbing the back of his neck in thought, Anakin took a deep breath and then looked up at his friend once again.

"I want to see my son."