She awoke a short while later sensing his distress. She could just make him out lying next to her in the dark. He was tense, breathing erratically; the sheen of sweat covered his body. She placed her hand on his chest and whispered, "Ben."
He jerked awake and focused his eyes. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. She asked, "What is it?" He took a calming breath, "Just a dream. I didn't mean to wake you." She shook her head, "That was not just a dream. You were having a nightmare."
He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. She followed, placing her hand on his back, "Can you tell me?" He turned to look at her his eyes reflected the words he spoke, "I am afraid." The temperature in the room seemed to drop and she shivered, "Tell me."
He took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips kissing it gently, "It's going to happen again. I dreamed the Empire arrested you." She smiled, "Is that all. You are just seeing the past."
The look in his eyes frightened her, "No, I saw the future." She asked, "How do you know?" He ran his fingers through his hair, "I understand now, I understand what Anakin felt; his fear of losing Padame."
She moved off the bed and came around to kneel in front of him, "What did you see?" His eyes locked with hers, "You are arrested by the Empire and they hold you for months. They hold you until the child is born."
Her eyes went wide and she moved forward placing her hands on his legs, "Child?" He nodded, "Yes, you are pregnant in my dream. The child is ours." She pressed him, "What happens?"
His eyes filled with tears and he pulled her into his arms, "They execute you after the baby is born. They execute you and the Emperor raises our child." As much as his dream frightened her she maintained a brave front, "Ben, that isn't going to happen."
He held her close and whispered into her hair, "Anakin dreamed that Padame died in child birth and she did. He crossed over to the dark side because he thought it was his only hope to save her."
She pushed him back so she could look into his eyes, "Look at me, you are not Anakin and I am not Padame. We are older and wiser and these are completely different circumstances." She brought her hands up and cradled his face, "It will be ok."
He reached for her hands and held them in his, "Don't you see? I understand now. Anakin would do anything to save her; as I would do anything to save you." She felt tears fill her eyes, "No Ben. Promise me, swear to me that you will never compromise what makes you who you are for my benefit."
He shook his head. A tear escaped and rolled down his face, "I can't." She leaned in and kissed his face where the tear lingered, "The future is not you and I. We are here to watch over the children, nothing more."
She wrapped her arms around him and continued, "If something happens to me you must continue to protect the children. Honor me by looking after them. Promise me." His arms went around her and he looked into her eyes, "Do you know what you are asking me?"
She leaned in and kissed him softly, "I know. You cautioned me about attachments when I left here three years ago. I didn't realize then how difficult it would be; how much I would come to love you."
His arms came around her and he pulled her into a breathless kiss. When their lips parted he looked deeply into her eyes, "What if there is a child; our child?" She shook her head, "I don't know. We will have to face that if it happens."
He pulled her with him back on to the bed and held her closely, "How long will you stay?" She traced light kisses across his collarbone and wrapped her leg around him. His passion for her ignited instantly and his mouth closed over hers.
It was almost a life. She stayed with Obi-Wan for several weeks before the topic of her leaving came up again. As they sat outside watching the suns set he grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, "There have been inquiries made about your absence from Alderaan."
She was painfully aware of where this discussion would lead, "I suppose it is time to go. Bail can no longer explain my absence." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, "These last few weeks have been some of the happiest of my life."
Still holding onto her hand he pulled her into his arms so that they were both facing the sunset. She folded her arms over his, "I know I should be grateful to have had the time together that we have, but I feel cheated somehow."
She felt his breath near her ear, "I will miss you." She closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. She turned to face him looking sadly into his expressive blue eyes, "I am not ready to leave you yet."
He leaned in and kissed her softly, "Marry me." Her eyes opened wide, "What?" He repeated, "Marry me Amira, be my wife." She shook her head, "Ben I would love nothing more, but we can never have a life together what difference would marriage make."
His expression was one of sadness and love, "I want to be a husband to you even if it is from across the galaxy." His words touched her heart and warmed her soul, "I would be honored to be your wife."
They were married discreetly by a local Tatooine cleric. He kept the only record of their marriage safely hidden below the floor of his home. A few days after the wedding, she prepared to leave.
Amidst the hustle of Mos Eisley space port they said their goodbyes. He caressed her face, "Our time is not now. Perhaps in the future, when the children are grown there will be time for us."
Her chest was so constricted with sadness she could barely speak, "I will not take a breath without thinking of you." She backed away from him slowly never taking her eyes from his.
His mind touched hers, "May the Force be with you, always." She filled her mind with as much love as possible and answered, "and with you my husband. I love you." She turned and walked painfully towards the docking bay. He reached out to her one final time, "I love you."
Many months after she had left Tatooine, his nightmare returned. He woke up terrified and breathless. Once again he saw his wife, just after the birth of their child. The Emperor had her executed.
His fears were confirmed when Owen Lars showed up at his door a week later. The expression on the moisture farmer's face was grim, "Do you have a moment?" Obi-Wan invited him in, "Of course."
He looked around the small dwelling then turned to face Obi-Wan, "I heard some disturbing news my last trip into Mos Eisley." Willing his heart not to break at the news he knew was coming he asked, "What is it Owen?"
He swallowed, "Alderaan's Royal family announced the death of Princess Amira Organa. I know you were friends." Obi-Wan closed his eyes against the pain and sat down in the nearest chair, "What happened?"
Owen sat near him and said, "It isn't clear. We only hear rumors." Obi-Wan sighed heavily, "What are the rumors?" Owen paused briefly then said softly, "That the Empire arrested her for treason and executed her."
It was true, no longer a figment of his dreams. It took every ounce of control he had not to break down in front of Owen. He stood up at walked to the door to peer out, "I appreciate you coming out here to tell me."
Owen followed him to the door, "I wasn't going to come but my wife convinced me it would be the right thing to do." Obi-Wan turned and looked at him, "Did you hear anything about a child?" Owen shook his head, "No."
Both men stepped outside and Owen continued, "You were close to her." Obi-Wan nodded, "Yes, I was." Owen placed his hand on his shoulder, "I am sorry. She was a remarkable woman. I can never forget what she risked for my family."
Owen turned and walked back to his speeder. Before he powered it up and drove away he said, "We had our differences Kenobi, but if you need…if you don't want to be alone. You know where we are."
He watched Owen speed away. He stood staring out at the vastness of the Dune Sea feeling an emptiness that could swallow the galaxy whole. She was gone. His wife was dead.