Anakin smiled at his children. He winced suddenly, from the pain in his flesh hand. Glancing at it, he found that Padme's hand had brushed his own. Seeing his wince she spoke.
"What's wrong?" She looked at his hand.
"Anakin!" She said sharply. He looked at her, worried.
"Look at you hand." He glanced at it again, quickly returning his gaze to her.
"It's fine." She glared at him.
"Look at it, closely." He held his hand up between them. She gasped at its misshapen shape. He frowned, wondering when this had happened. His hand was crooked, the fingers bunched in some places, far apart in others.
"Anakin, go find a doctor right now." Her annoyance with him had been replaced with worry. He dutifully turned and left.
Moments later he found a doctor.
"Excuse me. My wife just gave birth, and, uh, my hand is sort of messed up. I was uh, wondering if you could help me." The doctor quickly examined his hand.
"Has anyone, er, squeezed your hand lately? Because that's what seemed to have happened." Anakin thought back to the excruciating pain he had felt when Padme squeezed his hand. That probably did it. He smiled at the thought that his wife giving birth would hurt him more than years at war.
"Follow me to an examination room and we'll see what we can do." The doctor's crisp words brought him back to reality. He nodded, and followed the doctor through the winding hallways. Once there, the doctor took some x-rays, and felt his hand some more. It took all of Anakin's Jedi training not to cry out in pain when the doctor squeezed his hand.
"There have been some complications." The doctor said. A broad smile came over Anakin's face. The doctor looked confused at his joy.
"Go on." Anakin prompted.
"Well, it's a severe break, but it's not something that won't heal. It may take a while to heal, though." Anakin smile wider.
"I have complications?" Anakin repeated excitedly. The doctor looked more confused, if that was possible.
"Um, yes. You do." The doctor hurried away.
Anakin burst into Padme's room.
"I have complications!" He exclaimed. She too frowned in confusion. He smiled.
"The doctor said my hand, it has complications. My dream, it came true. You're going to be alright!" Anakin said, panting and smiling. Padme sighed at her husbands antics.
"What's wrong with your hand?" She said worriedly. Anakin paused.
"I don't know. He just said there were complications…"
"And you didn't listen to anything else." Padme finished for him. He smiled sheepishly. Padme smiled back.
"Well, I hope you'll be okay." He moved forward and kissed her gently.
"I'm fine."