breathe slow
"Can't forget to breathe slow,
count from one to ten,
with my eyes closed," - Aleshia Dixon.
She was the air he breathed, the light that guided him back home inside the darkness. His hope for survival raged on with her image, brown curls flowing down her back, nightgown on, as she smiled softly at him, and only him. She was the angel that lifted his spirits when he had to spend three months in the wilderness.
And, then, when he finally saw her again, he almost cried. Nothing like him, that was sure, as he had never been overwhelmed by emotion like this. Gathering her into his arms; being able to gaze down and actually see her smiling face once again, filled him with joy. Padme. She was his heart's desire, and the only woman he wanted ties with in his whole life.
He thanked god every day that she had been made his wife, joined to him for eternity. His Padme, no one else's; his forever.
He gathered her into his arms, gazing down upon her adoring face, shining with happiness. Slowly, he tucked one of her stray curls behind her ear, before linking their hands together.
He had to remember to breathe when she placed his rough, weathered hand on the already-showing soft swell of her stomach, the blue silk falling gently over the top of it and rising when she took a breath. Though their child could barely be old enough to kick, Anakin swore he had felt something moving inside. Once he had drawn his hand back from her stomach, he smiled, looking down at her, and captured her lips with his with greedy insistence.
She pulled back after a few seconds. "Not here, Ani," she told him, breathing deeply in the cold night air. "Come inside with me."
He nodded, lost for words at the sight of her beauty, lips reddened by his kisses, her cheeks, and curls down to the small of her back. Taking her hand, he followed her inside, closing the door.
One thing ran though his head before he surrendered himself to his wife, letting her tracing his new, fresh scars and bruises with her light fingertips.
He just hoped that their child would be as beautiful as Padme.