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Pregnancy Hormones

Anakin quietly slipped down the hallway, boots thumping gently on the marbled floors. Arriving at his destination, the thumping stopped as he keyed in his wife's door code and walked inside. Knowing his wife would be asleep because it was late at night, Anakin planned to walk in the bedroom and scoop her up in his arms. Before he could get his boots off, however, an object came flying at him, throwing its arms around his middle. Anakin quickly caught the object before she could fall to the ground.

"Ani!" The form shrieked, kicking her legs up and nearly hanging off him. "It's been so long since I saw you last! You're still alive; it's a miracle!"

Once Anakin's vision cleared and he had regained his breath, the form materialised into his pregnant wife, Padmé, dressed in the most casual outfit he had ever seen her in. Barefoot, with a pair a jeans and a small-sized maternity shirt to fit over her 3-months pregnant belly. She had begun to silently cry, tears running down her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest.

"I'm so happy to see you!" She said between sobs, squeezing him tighter.

Hundreds of thoughts rushed through Anakin's head.

Force help me, I saw her yesterday.

I should be used to this; it's the fourth time this week she's done it.

Curse these pregnancy hormones!

"Um, I'm happy to see you too, Angel," Anakin stuttered out once his head had cleared. Anakin sighed, then peeled his wife's arms from around him.

"No, Ani, don't go, please," Padmé pleaded in a whisper, scrabbling at him.

"Angel, calm down," Anakin said. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I just need to take my boots off."

"Really?" She looked up at him with a tear-streaked face. She watched him closely as he heeled off his boots and kicked them aside in a pile, then took off his belt, gloves, and tabards, discarding them on top of his boots.

"Really," Anakin replied, cupping her face in his palms and wiping tears off her cheeks, the gears in the mechanical fingers of his right hand whirring and clicking slightly. She threw her arms around him again as Anakin attempted to walk forward. Seeing as he was getting nowhere, Anakin picked his wife up and cradled her in his arms as he walked to the balcony. Padmé shrieked in happiness as she was lifted almost effortlessly off her feet. "Why are you still up?" Anakin asked casually as he set her down by the moon-washed balcony. She leaned into his side.

"I thought you weren't coming," she said, her lower lip quivering.

For crying out loud, she's acting like the Separatists jabbed her with truth serum, Anakin thought to himself, rolling his eyes. "I told you I was coming," Anakin said, his fingers combing through her curly brown hair. She sighed blissfully.

"I knew that! So I decided to wait up for you!" Padmé exclaimed, suddenly excitable and bubbly. Anakin was confused, but said nothing.

"Well, thank you," Anakin said, ignoring her mixed answers. Padmé beamed.

"You're welcome!"

"Okay, you need to go to bed," Anakin deemed, tapping his wife on the nose.

"Only if you carry me," Padmé suggested, tucking hair behind his ear and kissing his cheek.

"That could be arranged," Anakin said, scooping her off her feet. Padmé laughed in happiness as Anakin walked down the hall.