This one isn't sad per se, just adorable and an attempt at being funny. I don't know, I was half-asleep while writing some of this so I apologize if parts of the chapter sound like complete nonsense XD

Anakin slowly rose his steaming caf to his face, then allowed the bitter liquid to graze over his lips and trickle into his mouth. His arm was more than shaky, and dark circles prominently outlined his eyes.

"Anakin, you need to get some sleep. When was the last time you even left this room?" Obi-Wan pressed, leaning up against the door frame of the medical bay room. Needless to say, the younger Jedi hadn't caved into Obi-Wan's pleas for the past several days.

"Ten minutes ago. I got a caf."

The Jedi Master groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Anakin, you're quite literally the worst liar I've ever met before. I walked past the nurse that brought you that."

For a second, it looked like Anakin truly was about to react. However, just as quickly as it came it passed, and he was back to his emotionless state. "I don't need sleep. I have caffeine."

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when your systems start shutting down because that's the FOURTEENTH CONSECUTIVE CUP YOU'VE DRANK TODAY!"

"You've mistaken me for someone who cares, Master."

Obi-Wan threw up his hands in defeat. "You're hopeless, Anakin."

For the first time out of the past three days, a glimmer of emotion shone in the Jedi's eyes. "A hopeless romantic, you mean," he shot back with a large smirk.

"I swear to the Force, one of these days I'm gonna chop all your limbs off and leave you on Mustafar to burn," Obi-Wan growled, stalking out of the room. Anakin stifled a laugh as he returned back to drinking his beverage and reading the holonews. So far from what he'd read, nothing exciting was really going on in the galaxy at the moment. In fact, he still occasionally came across stations that were still cycling the news about the lightsabers getting stolen from Ahsoka's tomb.

"General?"

"Obi-Wan, if you don't stop pesteri- oh. Hello there, Rex!"

"Hello, sir. How's Ahsoka?"

Anakin let out a shaky sigh, sparing a glance at the Togruta's motionless body before turning back to the clone. "The same as she was eight days ago."

"I can't wait to have her back," Rex admitted with a coy smile. He strode up to Ahsoka's cot and observed her state. Thankfully, her face had regained color and her breathing had evened out. Much to his relief, she no longer looked like somebody that should be dead.

"She should be waking up any day now, right?" He questioned, turning to look at his general.

"That's what the healers said," Anakin confirmed. "But this is Ahsoka we're talking about. You know as well as I do that she has a mind of her own."

Rex sighed; Anakin was right. According to past experiences, the Togruta would simply wake up whenever the kriff she wanted. That could be either when she's two breaths away from dying, or four months into a coma that she shouldn't even have had in the first place.

"C'mon, 'Soka. The boys are all lined up at 79's waiting for you," he whispered, a small smile toying with his lips. The clone's eyes lit up with joy and excitement as he watched her hand twitch and her face scrunch up slightly, but the light gradually faded away from his features as she returned to normal.

"Would you look at this? The news got a hold of what Ahsoka did and made a memorial for her!" Anakin exclaimed, gesturing for the clone to come over. Rex obliged and began studying the holopad.

"Wow..." he mumbled in shock. Paragraphs upon paragraphs were written about their Togruta, and even several drawings of her were included. He pointed to one where she was fighting with both of her white lightsabers and remarked, "The amount of detail is insane!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's great and all. They got my nose wrong, though."

Both Rex and Anakin's head snapped up to where the voice had come from.

"Ahsoka?!" Rex coughed, spinning around and nearly crashing into her. "You're awake!"

"I mean, I feel more dead than anything, but I guess that works too," Ahsoka joked, but she was cut off by both the clone and the Jedi Master crashing into her for a hug.

"Never do that again!" Anakin admonished when he pulled back. "That was way too close. You nearly broke your promise."

"But I didn't," Ahsoka grinned, raising her arms in a 'look at fabulous me' pose. "I am standing here in one piece."

"If you asked us that question about a week ago, the answer would've been debatable," Rex chuckled. 

"Are you saying that I looked bad, Captain?"

Rex panicked at Ahsoka's statement and began sputtering. "What? No! No... sir, that's not what I meant. You always-"

The Togruta shook her head amusingly at his antics and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just teasing you, Rex. So, we gonna burn out of here or..."

"Ahsoka, you literally just woke up from a coma and you want to leave? I think a little bed rest is warranted," Anakin pointed out.

"I've been on bed rest for over a week. Besides, I'm starving, and we all know the food they serve here tastes subpar at best," Ahsoka argued, obviously not understanding what all the fuss was about.

"Fine, we can go get something," Anakin grumbled. "Don't complain when I fall asleep during the middle of lunch, though. I don't think I've slept in three days."

"Why does that not surprise me," Ahsoka sighed, clicking her tongue in disapproval. After catching a glance at the hospital gown that she was wearing, her nose turned up in disgust. "I'm going to change, I'll be right back. Go ahead and contact Senator Amidala and tell her to join us too, I'm looking forward to seeing her."

With that, the Togruta hurried off to an extra clothing storage room the Jedi maintained near the medbay. Given that patients would probably need a new set of clothes after being injured, and that the Force-users generally didn't even have the credits to buy such items, the room proved to be incredibly useful.

It took Ahsoka a while to rifle through everything, considering that her fashion taste was considered bizarre to the majority of the Jedi. However, she finally settled on a dusty burgundy halter top, a wide silver-detailed belt, and a matching skirt with silver designs. To add a bit of modesty, she added some gray leggings to wear underneath with notches cut out along the sides of her legs. Then, to complete the look, she slid on knee-high boots and a silver headpiece.

"I called Pad- the senator and she agreed to meet us downtown in 15 minutes," Anakin informed her, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck when he slipped.

"It's alright, Anakin. We both know about your marriage," Ahsoka laughed, grabbing her lightsabers off of the table and hooking them onto her belt. 

"What marriage? I think you aren't remembering something properly!" Anakin quickly corrected, sneaking terrified glances at Rex.

"Sir, I already know. You're not exactly discrete about it," the captain admitted with a shrug.

"Come on guys. You can't seriously think I'm THAT bad of a liar..."

"Remember that time eight years ago? When you and I stuffed a med-box full of spacey-o's and Kix started interrogating everyone mid-battle?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Anakin objected, turning and suddenly becoming incredibly interested in the white paint on the wall.

"And you responded-"

"Hey, would you look at the time! We need to go meet Padmé right now!" Anakin deflected, eagerly striding towards the door that marked his escape. Ahsoka simply rolled her eyes and extended a palm, using the Force to keep him frozen in place.

"You, quote on quote, told him, 'Only someone incredibly immature and childish would do something like that. And I'm totally not immature. Or childish. And I totally don't snack on spacey-o's', then absent-mindedly pulled out a bag of them from your satchel and started eating."

Upon remembering this particular event, Rex closed his hand in a fist and held it up to his face, trying very hard to conceal the laughter that was bubbling up inside of him. 

"Those were dark times, alright? Sometimes my mind wasn't the sharpest..."

"You mean you were a complete idiot half of the time," Ahsoka corrected.

"I mean, I still am, but that's not really the point," Anakin dryly chuckled to himself. "Okay, okay, I get it. Lying is not my forté. Can we go now?"

Ahsoka nodded and the three of them exited the room. As they were walking down the hall, (discretely, as to not attract attention to the *dead* Togruta), Anakin's comms began to sound.

"Are you sure you can't leave them at the apartment? ...No? I don't know, Padmé, I just don't think I'm ready. Well, I suppose it'll just have to work. Yeah, I'll see you there."

"What was that about?" Ahsoka questioned, voicing both hers' and Rex's thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. Just personal matters," Anakin shrugged it off and continued walking. She wanted to protest, but it would've been useless. The pair were arguably the most stubborn people in the entire galaxy.

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Ahsoka never would've imagined that the bustling streets of Coruscant would douse her in nostalgia. The Togruta could never deny the fact that this core planet was her childhood home, and that the memories were something she would always carry with her. Somewhere, long before the trying times of war and tensions, there were years of peace and joy. It was truly a shame those times no longer existed at the Temple.

"We're here," Anakin said, leaning in closer to Ahsoka and Rex so they could hear over the wind. Due to the distance of the restaurant from the Temple, they had chosen to take an air taxi. Rex sat on the left side of the seat, Anakin on the right, and Ahsoka was wedged in between them. While she had claimed it would help hide her face better, it was mostly because she had caught a chill and the body heat of the men warmed her up.

The Togruta looked up from her drowsy state and noticed the restaurant that they had stopped beside. She couldn't help but frown in disappointment as she realized it wasn't Dex's Diner. Instead, it seemed like a mildly formal café.

Anakin was the first one to exit the cab, then outstretched a hand to help Ahsoka down. In an act of defiance, she leaped down without his help and flashed him her trademark smirk.

"Rude," he sarcastically admonished, completely ignoring Rex, who was standing patiently on the air taxi.

"So just because I'm a guy, you aren't going to help me down?" the clone ridiculed, crossing his arms in disappointment.

"Oh, most certainly not good sir," Anakin declared, rushing to Rex's side and helping him down. "It's wonderful to see that someone appreciates me."

"Aw, come on now Anakin, that was low," Ahsoka whined.

"You did it to yourself, Snips," he nonchalantly shrugged. "Padmé's waiting, though. We should hurry."

Rex and Ahsoka mumbled their agreements and followed Anakin into the café. Although, right when the seated senator came into vision, the Jedi abruptly turned around and stopped them in their path.

"I've got some exciting news to share with the two of you. This is something that only I, Padmé, and Obi-Wan know about. Can you two promise not to freak out?"

While Rex agreed politely with his general, Ahsoka rose an eyebrow and rested her hands on her hips. "On a scale of 'dear Force, Anakin, what have you done' and 'WHAT THE EVERLOVING KRIFF WAS EVEN RUNNING THROUGH YOUR EMPTY MIND, SKYWALKER?', how does his rank?"

Anakin couldn't help but chuckle at the accuracy of his former padawan's statement. "Somewhere in between there."

"Then no promises."

The Jedi caved and stepped aside, allowing the Togruta and clone access to Padmé and whatever 'surprise' he was hiding. 

Ahsoka had been the first to see it. Right there, hovering beside Padmé, were two egg-shaped baby carriers. Then, as they came closer, the sight of small human children wrapped up in blankets could be seen.

"You..."

"I'm a father!" Anakin declared gleefully, grinning and facing the two to interpret their reactions. Ahsoka immediately jumped into his arms and wrapped him in a big hug, with Rex not far behind.

"Congratulations, sir," Rex replied with a genuine smile. Ahsoka was too happy for words to even express.

"Hi, Senator Amidala! AND OH MY FORCE SKYGUY, LOOK AT THOSE ADORABLE LITTLE CREATURES!!!!"

Anakin watched in fright as Ahsoka bounded towards the carriers and swooped the twins out of them. She kept each kid tucked into the crevice of her two arms, all the while grinning broadly and completely lost in imagination. However, when she saw her former master staring at her with an odd expression, she bared her carnivorous teeth and hissed. "Mine," she claimed, pulling the twins in closer. "My padawans."

"AhSoKa-" Anakin sighed in exasperation. "We don't even know if they're Force-sensitive yet! Besides, you can't take on two padawans."

It only took a moment of searching the Force to find that the twins did indeed share an incredibly strong connection with it. Now, with the reassuring information, she turned back to Anakin. "They are, and I don't care. They're mine."

Rex couldn't help but snicker at Ahsoka's possessiveness with his general's kids. "If she's already this bad, imagine what's going to happen if she has prodigy of her own..."

"Don't worry, she won't," Anakin assured him. "If any little kriffer decides to even think about knocking her up, he'll be dead by my hand..."

"-and mine, too," Rex added, smirking at an oblivious Ahsoka. The Togruta was completely consumed in playing with both of the twins. Then, like the makeshift family that they were, Anakin, Padmé, Rex, Ahsoka, and the twins sat down to start eating.

"Can you say 'Auntie Soka'?"

AHHHHHHHH SO CUTEEEEEE

AND I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE JUST FALLEN ASLEEP ON MY KEYBOARD AND THEN HAVE WOKEN UP EXTREMELY DISORIENTED-

anyways peace out and i'll be back tomorrow with an update on here and on The Chosen One :)