It was late, somewhere around one in the morning though that didn't bother the nightlife of Coruscant. Anakin Skywalker sat alone in his study, currently looking over a few bills, sleep far from him.

He heard a sound come from outside his door, and curiosity getting the better of him, he got up to investigate. Luke was sitting on the couch in the den, his face pale and bags hung beneath his eyes.

" Luke?" Anakin said softly, drawing his son's attention to his presence. Luke looked up quickly, a sad look in his eyes. For once Anakin was seeing true emotion coming from his son. Luke had always been so guarded around him, an act that pained him greatly.

" What's troubling you?" Anakin approached his son cautiously, not wanting to intimidate him.

" I just…I'm so scared. I'm so fucking scared for her." Luke was standing now, his eyes wild, his voice trembling.

" She's strong. You know that. I know that. I have faith that she'll pull through ok." He reassured his son, pity boiling through his veins for the young man.

" I know, I just can't lose her. I don't think I'd make it without her." With these words tears finally began to fall down Luke's cheeks. He wiped at them shamefully with the back of his hand, his blue eyes avoiding his father's.

On paternal instinct, Anakin pulled his so into a tight embrace, not caring that his boy was almost a man.

An old nostalgia filled Anakin as he hugged his son, one that had not possessed him in years. He remembered one particular stormy night seventeen years ago. The twins were still only a few months old, and he had been awoken by the sounds of wailing coming from the nursery.

Leaving Padme to rest, he walked into the other room. Leia was sleeping peacefully beside a particularly fussy Luke, apparently not awakened by the storm as he was.

Anakin bent over the Plexiglas crib and scooped his son up into his arms, taking him into the den downstairs so as not to wake Leia.

As he cradled his son to his chest, his real hand gently rubbed his back. Luke soon quieted and snuggled down deeper into his father's strong arms. There were no worries or embarrassment; no one else to judge them or break the moment. He was no longer a doctor or ex gang leader at that moment.

He was a father, comforting his son; his heir; his baby boy.

And though Anakin would have liked for there to have been no worries or problems as he stood in the den, holding his seventeen year old son in a comforting embrace, he knew better and just enjoyed the moment as it was.

A/N: Ok, well I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I really wanted to put a father/son moment in this story to look at the stories other perspectives. It's a little different than what I usually do; kinda more sentimental. But I like it and I hope that you do too.