Skywalker Apartment [late afternoon]

Anakin was halfway home when it dawned on him that the week he'd been stuck on the island (then stuck as a cat...) was the week of Rory's finals.

And she'd been home with a baby. Alone.

Which was why he was a little later than he had planned (though not by much, since he drove like a maniac), having stopped at a French bakery and then the florist for "Please don't kill me" gifts.

"Rory?" he called, stepping into the apartment. "Fandom pulled a nutty again..."

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if the wife wishes!]