I feel like it's been ages since I've posted anything longer than a oneshot, but I'm back again with a nice lil 5-chapter fic! (Technically 6, but the epilogue is so short it hardly counts.) This fic isn't quite M in my opinion but is probably too much for Teen, so I erred on the side of a higher rating to be safe.
If any of you have read my fic "The Anakin Disaster," this one's a variation on that one's classic theme of Anakin And Padme Get Drunk And Do Something Stupid, With Life-Altering Consequences. So, good times ahead! I found myself laughing out loud while writing the majority of this fic, so if you have even half as much fun reading it as I did writing it I'll be satisfied :D enjoy!
Anakin was pretty sure he was dead. That was the only possible explanation. Either that or a horde of goblins had whacked his head repeatedly with hammers while he slept.
He sat up slowly, cracking one eye open ever so slightly and still managing to go blind from the sunlight coming in through the window. Wincing, he hastily slammed his eyes shut again and put his head in his hands, trying to get a handle on his life. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure where he was at the moment.
His headache was so bad that it took Anakin several minutes to realize there was something digging into his forehead. He reluctantly lifted his head up again and looked at his left hand, frowning as he saw a cheap plastic ring on his fourth finger. Strange. He didn't recognize that ring and was pretty sure he hadn't had it the day before.
But the ring suddenly became the least of his worries as he felt something touch his thigh. Anakin yelped and leaped out of bed, and as he turned back around he saw that there was a hand sticking out from under the mound of blankets beside where he'd been sleeping. A left hand that also had a plastic ring on its fourth finger.
What had happened last night? Had Anakin slept with someone? He didn't think so, and the fact that he seemed to have passed out in bed fully dressed also indicated there hadn't been any sort of nakedness involved. He tried and failed to smooth the wrinkles out of his shirt, his sluggish brain working overtime to remember details from last night.
The good news was that Anakin now knew where he was: in Las Vegas for Ahsoka's bachelorette party. She was the first of their friend group to get married, so they'd decided to splurge on a weekend in Vegas as one last hurrah before married life started picking them all off one by one, as it surely would in the next several years. Obi-Wan and Satine were engaged already, as were Bail and Breha. And Sabé and Rabé had been dating for several years now, Dormé and her new boyfriend seemed to be heading in a serious direction…come to think of it, Anakin was the only single person left in their group, aside from Padmé.
Padmé. The thought stopped him short. His gut told him that she'd been involved somehow in last night's shenanigans, but he wasn't sure how, given that he still didn't know exactly what the shenanigans even were. Anakin's eyes fell again on the hand of the still-sleeping person, and his heart jumped into his throat as he wondered…could it be…?
Only one way to find out.
He took a deep breath, then threw back the covers and let out a horrified squeak as he saw that although she was lying on her stomach facedown, it was clearly Padmé. He'd recognize that head of hair anywhere. She was fully-clothed too, thank God, but Anakin's brain was still exploding with a million questions about what could have led him to fall asleep sharing a bed with his very platonic friend, especially since none of their other friends were anywhere in sight.
Yes, the hotel room was deserted except for the two of them. Oh God, were they even still in Vegas? What if he and Padmé had run off somewhere by themselves for some inexplicable reason? Anakin hurried over to the window and opened the curtains, sighing in relief when he saw the familiar skyline. So they were still in Vegas, but he and Padmé had somehow gotten separated from the rest of their friends.
It was at that moment that Anakin noticed a piece of paper lying on the desk beside the window. He picked it up for a closer look and almost fainted.
It was a marriage certificate. And the two names on it were Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala Naberrie.
Anakin frantically scanned the whole piece of paper, looking for some sign that it was a fake. But no, there were their signatures and the officiant's signature, dated with yesterday's date. Still, surely—surely this was some sort of prank, maybe Anakin and Padmé had been so drunk the night before that their friends had decided to give them a little scare this morning, knowing they probably wouldn't be able to remember much of what had happened. But why would Anakin and Padmé be the ones to get pranked? It was Ahsoka's bachelorette party, if any pranking was being done she should be the recipient.
Anakin considered tracking down his friends to ask them for details, but if it was a prank they'd just lie to him about what had really happened. Plus he still didn't know where anyone else was. But Padmé was right here with him and probably wouldn't be involved in the potential prank. And she usually never ever got blackout drunk because she'd been a responsible adult ever since they'd met freshman year of college and in Anakin's opinion had probably come out of the womb as a responsible adult, so maybe she'd actually remember the previous night.
He tentatively poked her. "Padmé." Snore. "Padmé," he said, a little louder. Why had he never known how loud she snored? Oh, that's right, probably because he'd never had any cause to share a fucking bed with her before.
"Padmé," Anakin said even louder, and finally he resorted to shaking her vigorously.
Padmé whined in protest and flailed her arm in his general direction. Anakin hastily stepped back, not doubting for a second that even hungover and half-asleep Padmé would be coordinated enough to land a solid punch. "Padmé, wake up," he said from his safe distance away.
"Shut up," she moaned, burrowing her face deeper in the pillow.
"Padmé, it's an emergency. I need your help."
"I hope you die."
Time to pull out the big guns. "I think we might've gotten married last night," Anakin blurted out.
Silence. At last she rolled over to face him and squinted at him. "What?"
Anakin shoved the marriage certificate in her face. "At first I thought maybe it was a prank or something, but this looks pretty legit," he said anxiously. "And we're both wearing matching rings on our ring fingers that I've never seen before, so we must've gotten them last night…"
Padmé stared at the certificate for a minute, then looked back and forth between the rings several times. "Oh no," she said. "Oh no, oh no, oh—"
She was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it," Anakin said, hurrying over and praying it would be someone who might help them make sense of the situation.
As luck would have it, it was Ahsoka. Not so lucky? The fact that the first words out of her mouth were, "So how are the newlyweds? I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Ahsoka, what the fuck happened last night?" Anakin asked, ushering her inside the room and shutting the door.
"The way I remember it, I was having a grand old time at my bachelorette party until you two party-poopers started whining about how single you are, so I was like 'why don't you marry each other then' and you were like 'hey, that's a good idea' and you dragged us all to the chapel and you got married and then you bragged about it at the front desk when we got back to the hotel so they gave you the honeymoon suite for the night, and that was the last the rest of us saw of you."
Anakin and Padmé both gaped at her. "You're making that up," Anakin said weakly.
"Am not," Ahsoka said, looking positively gleeful. "Here's proof."
She scrolled through her phone, then held it out to them a pressed play on a video. And there were Anakin and Padmé standing in front of an officiant, who was saying something Anakin couldn't hear due to Ahsoka's hysterical laughter in the video. Unfortunately, she quieted down in time for him to hear clear as day, "By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Even more unfortunately, Video Anakin leaned in and kissed Video Padmé square on the lips while all their friends cheered.
"No," Current Anakin said. "No way, you—you forged that or something."
"Yes, I who nearly flunked out of our intro to computer science class somehow figured out how to forge an iPhone video," Ahsoka said sarcastically. "That's one hundred percent real, dumbass. Not my fault you two are horrible decision-makers when you're wasted."
"Why was Padmé even wasted? She never does that!"
"Excuse me for letting my hair down and actually enjoying myself the one time we didn't need anyone to be the designated driver," Padmé snapped. Her expression had moved from bewildered to pissed off remarkably quickly. Apparently she was angry when she was hungover. Not that Anakin would know since he'd so rarely seen her get drunk enough to be hungover.
"Okay, well, we'll just—we'll just go to city hall or whatever right now and get the marriage annulled before anyone else finds out," Anakin said, trying to be the voice of reason, which was a new thing for him. "No big deal."
Ahsoka grimaced. "Yeah, about that…"
"What?" he asked, dread pooling in his stomach.
"Uh…I might have told a few people about it…"
Padmé and Anakin stared at her in horror for a second before both diving for their own phones. "Shit," Anakin said when he saw that he had several dozen texts and even a few voicemails. He scrolled through the texts first and saw that just about every single person he knew had texted him sincere congratulations without appearing to have any idea that the wedding was a drunk accident. Anakin felt nauseous. Unless that was just because of his hangover.
Then he saw that one of the voicemails was from his mother. Yeah, this definitely wasn't hangover-nausea. With great trepidation, Anakin hit play on the voicemail and held the phone up to his ear.
"Ani! I just saw Ahsoka post on Facebook that you and Padmé got married?" said Shmi's bewildered yet weirdly thrilled voice. "I didn't even know you were dating! How long have you been together? Why didn't you ever tell me? I'm sorry for all the times I teased you about having feelings for her, is that why you didn't want to tell me you were actually together? You thought I'd laugh at you or say I told you so? I never would've done that, you're my son, you never have to be too embarrassed to tell me things. Anyway, I'm not quite sure what's going on and I look forward to a more detailed explanation from you when you get the chance, but I'm so happy for you, Ani, and for Padmé, I always thought you'd be just perfect for each other. I am disappointed I wasn't at the ceremony, and a little hurt, but Ahsoka's Facebook post made it seem like it was a bit of a romantic, spontaneous thing, so maybe you two would consider doing a second ceremony at some point, a proper one with me and Padmé's family all there? Well, anyway, congratulations, honey. And please call me back."
"Ahsoka!" Anakin practically screeched after the message ended. "You posted about it on Facebook for my mother to see? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"It was a beautiful moment and I wanted to tell everyone about it!" she cried. "Also, I was almost as wasted as you two were."
Anakin frantically pulled up Ahsoka's Facebook page to see how bad the damage was. There was a horrendously incriminating picture of him and Padmé kissing in front of the officiant. And nothing in the picture indicated that they were drunk off their asses and not thinking straight. Ahsoka's caption read, Nothing better than when your BFFs spontaneously tie the knot! Congrats Anakin and Padmé! #truelove
"What is wrong with you?" Anakin shouted again. "Hashtag true love? Are you kidding me? And you tagged us both in the post to make sure every single one of our Facebook friends would see it in addition to every single one of your friends?"
"I don't know which one of you I want to murder more right now," Padmé said, finally looking up from her phone to glare at them.
"Obviously Ahsoka, I didn't do anything wrong!" Anakin said indignantly. "We were both drunk and she—she manipulated us into it and then told the whole world about it!"
"Manipulated? What am I, an evil mastermind? I just sarcastically said you should get married and your idiot selves are the ones who decided to take it literally."
"But you didn't have to tell anyone about it afterwards!"
"Drunk Ahsoka loves love, okay?!"
"Everyone shut up, my head hurts," Padmé interrupted. "Ahsoka, Anakin and I need some time alone to figure out what to do about this. Tell everyone else we'll meet you guys somewhere in a little while. And tell them not to say anything about this to anyone else, not that there's anyone who doesn't already know, apparently."
Just then, Anakin's jaw dropped as he saw an awkward congratulations email from his, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan's boss. "You told Mace Windu?"
"I…may or may not have emailed the whole office," Ahsoka said in a would-be innocent voice.
"Ahsoka!"
"It was to tell everyone you might be taking a few days off for your honeymoon, I was trying to do you a favor! Drunk Ahsoka loves doing favors!"
"Drunk Ahsoka had better never show her face anywhere near me ever again!"
Ahsoka beat a hasty retreat, and Anakin groaned and collapsed back on the bed. After several minutes of deafening silence, he ventured, "Well, it could be a lot worse."
"How the hell could this be any worse?" Padmé said in her patented Anakin-why-are-you-such-an-idiot voice.
"One of us could've accidentally married Ahsoka, and then we'd have a lot of explaining to do to Riyo when we got home."
He looked over just in time to see Padmé's lips twitch ever so slightly, as if she wanted to smile but was determined to stay furious. "I guess that's true," she said. "Okay, so we need to figure out a plan."
"I'm all ears."
"All right, yeah, I'll singlehandedly solve this giant mess you got us into, as usual."
"For the last time, it wasn't my fault—"
"Now that every single one of our friends, family members, and coworkers seems to know," Padmé cut him off, "I'm rethinking our earlier plan to get the marriage annulled immediately."
"You are?" Anakin said in surprise.
"Yes. I mean, no one except for the handful of people who were actually there seems to know that we were wasted and it was an accident," she said. "How humiliating would it be to have to reply to every single one of those congratulations texts saying, 'sorry, misunderstanding, I got married by accident while drunk even though I'm a twenty-eight-year-old adult who should know better'?"
"That would be pretty humiliating," Anakin agreed with a shudder. "No one would ever let us live it down."
"Exactly. So I'm thinking, why don't we pretend the marriage was completely sober and intentional? We could keep up the charade for, I don't know, five or six months and then we can quietly file for divorce and say things just didn't work out."
Anakin narrowed his eyes, considering it. The logical part of his brain was saying that pretending to be married—that is, actually being married and pretending it was on purpose to Padmé Naberrie for six months was an absurd idea that would somehow end in disaster, but on the other hand, he really didn't relish the thought of making a fool of himself in front of the combined several hundred of his, Padmé's, and Ahsoka's Facebook friends. Or of being the laughingstock of the office for probably the rest of his life. Not to mention that looking his mother in the eye and admitting he was immature and irresponsible enough to get blackout drunk and marry someone by accident was a fairly horrifying prospect.
Plus, both of them were completely single and had been for quite some time now. They wouldn't be doing anyone any harm by keeping up the pretense for a little while. And it would be awfully nice to have a wife to take as a date to Ahsoka's wedding instead of being the only person there to show up by himself, Anakin realized, perking up a little.
"Okay, say we stay married for a few months," he said. "We'd have to live together or else everyone would see through it right away."
Padmé wrinkled her nose. "I guess you could move in with me," she said reluctantly. "I have a spare bedroom you could stay in. But you have to pay half the rent."
"That's not fair, you make way more money than me and your apartment's really fancy, I won't be able to afford it."
"I'm not letting you live in my apartment for six months and not pay rent."
"Worst wife ever," Anakin grumbled. "Fine, I'll pay half the rent. How much is it?"
"Three thousand a month, so you'll have to pay fifteen hundred."
"Fifteen hundred a month?" he squawked. "That's twice as much as I'm paying right now!"
"Yeah, and your apartment's a dump and you have three roommates and I refuse to live there, which means you have to move in with me and pay half my rent," Padmé said, utterly unfazed.
"Can we split it, like, seventy-five twenty-five?"
"Sixty-five thirty-five," she said after a minute.
"Seventy-thirty."
"Ugh, fine. And once you move in we'll make a chore wheel to make sure you're not slacking on housekeeping."
"A chore wheel? What are you, a college freshman?"
"What I am is someone who's known you since you were a college freshman and knows that you won't lift a finger to clean the house unless I make a system that forces you to do it."
Fair enough. "All right, so I'm moving in with you and your expensive rent and stupid chore wheel," Anakin said. "Then what?"
"We'll have to tell people some fake story about how we're super in love but for some reason never bothered to tell anyone until now," Padmé said, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen that the hotel had kindly provided on the desk.
"Are you taking notes? This isn't school."
"How else am I supposed to keep track of all the details of the massive lie we're about to spin?"
"You can take the nerd out of college but you can't take college out of the nerd."
"Shut up. Love story. Go."
"Why do I have to think of the story?"
"You're the one who's watched a million rom-coms and read a million romance novels."
Anakin huffed. Then he remembered what Shmi had said on the phone message. "Oh, hold on, I have an idea," he said. "My mom…um, I don't know why, she's crazy, but she always teased me about, like, having a crush on you for some reason? Mostly when we were in college, not lately or anything, but, uh, she was mentioning that in the message she left me and I guess she thinks I never told her I was dating you because I was embarrassed or didn't want her to be all smug about it or something."
His face was on fire, and he could've sworn Padmé looked a little pink too. "You know…uh, my sister was actually saying something kinda similar on the message she left me," she mumbled. "Don't know why multiple people seem to think we should be together. Anyway, that excuse would probably work decently for why we never told our families. But what about other people?"
"Give me a minute." Anakin lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to craft the perfect believable love story in his mind. At last he sat back up, opening his eyes again. "Got it," he said. "Everyone knows we've always been close, so let's say that we only started a romantic relationship…oh, within the past year or so, but we didn't want to risk ruining our friendship if things didn't work out, so we didn't tell anyone we were dating except a few friends—we'll have to get everyone who was there last night on board with this whole story—because we thought that if we broke up, we could do it with less fuss and awkwardness if not a lot of people knew we'd been dating in the first place, and that way it'd be easier to go back to being friends."
"I guess that's okay," Padmé said, quickly scribbling things down. "Why did we decide to get married?"
"Well, on Facebook Ahsoka said it was spontaneous and romantic, so how about, we've been seeing how happy Ahsoka is to be getting married over the past few months and we spent the whole bachelorette party listening to her talk about how she couldn't wait to marry Riyo and spend the rest of her life with her, and we realized we felt exactly the same way about each other, so we decided to get married then and there."
"Hmm. It'll take some fine-tuning, but that's a good enough start," she replied. "Now we've got to nail down more about our dating history so that we give the same story to everyone who's going to interrogate us."
Anakin, who was beginning to enjoy himself, started spinning tales about everything he could think of: the moment each of them realized they had romantic feelings for the other, their first kiss, their first date, the first time they said I love you. "All right, that should do it for now," Padmé said at last, setting the pen aside. "Let's go find everyone else and tell them about the plan."
"Okay." Anakin paused, looking around the hotel room and realizing none of their belongings were in sight. "Did we leave our bags in our other rooms?"
Padmé glanced around too, then sighed. "I guess we must've. Dammit, I need a change of clothes."
"That's okay, I'll just run back and grab them," Anakin said. He found several different room keys on the bedside table and picked them all up, hoping there was at least one each for this room, his old room, and Padmé's old room. He consulted the numbers written on them. "Was your room…306?"
"I think so."
"'Kay, I'll be back in a second."
Anakin headed off. All the couples in their friend group had gotten rooms by themselves, leaving Anakin to share with Ahsoka and Padmé with Dormé. Both rooms were mercifully empty—Anakin wasn't in the mood for more teasing right now—though he wasn't sure which of the suitcases in the second room was Padmé's. Neither had names written on the tags, so he texted Padmé to ask, but she failed to respond.
At last Anakin picked the suitcase he thought he remembered Padmé carrying the previous morning, opened it, and started rifling through it for some sign that it was indeed hers, which he knew was wrong but it really wasn't his fault because he'd tried asking her and she hadn't answered, so what choice did he have? The bad news was that Padmé and Dormé were both very fashionable and dressed similarly (to Anakin's eyes at least), so there was no way to tell just by a glance at the clothing inside.
The even worse news was that right on top was a black, lacy, sexy bra, and Anakin fervently hoped he was mistaken and this was Dormé's suitcase after all because for some reason he really did not want to picture Padmé wearing that. And oh look, there were some black lacy sexy panties to match. He rummaged further, hating everything.
"Aha!" he said under his breath when he found a shirt that he knew definitively was Padmé's because he distinctly remembered thinking the white fabric and flowing sleeves made her look like an angel when she wore it. Huh. That was troubling.
Anakin put it out of his mind and quickly zipped the suitcase back up, hoping Padmé wouldn't be able to tell he'd been snooping. He checked his phone again, but she still hadn't responded to his text. Upon arriving back at the honeymoon suite, he discovered why: she was in the shower.
He knocked on the door. "I have our bags," he called. "Want me to drop yours off in there?" Padmé said something muffled in response. "What?"
"No!" she hollered, much more clearly. "Don't come in, I'm in the shower!"
"Yeah, no shit. But isn't there a shower curtain?"
"No! Well, yes, there is, but just—don't come in!"
"Whatever," Anakin said, shaking his head and moving further into the room.
He changed his own clothes in record time lest Padmé come out of the bathroom while he was in the middle of getting dressed, but he'd clearly overestimated her, because it took another twenty minutes before she finally came out. Wearing nothing but a towel. Anakin stared at her in surprise, his throat feeling oddly dry.
She glanced over at him and flushed deeply, pulling the towel even tighter around her. "Stop staring at me!"
"I'm not," Anakin said, hastily averting his eyes to the ceiling and feeling his own face heat up.
She huffed in annoyance and grabbed her suitcase before dashing back into the privacy of the bathroom. It seemed like another age before she came out again—wearing the angel shirt, no less. Anakin sincerely hoped she wasn't also wearing the underwear he'd seen in the suitcase. "Finally," he grumbled. "I need to shower too, you know."
"But you're already dressed."
"Yeah, because I couldn't stand to be in those disgusting clothes for a second longer."
"Drama queen."
Anakin's shower was much speedier, and within fifteen minutes the two of them were heading down to the lobby to meet their friends. Their friends, who burst into cheers, applause, and wolf-whistles when they arrived.
"There's the happy couple!"
"How was the wedding night?"
"I hope you guys made good use of the honeymoon suite."
"Shut up," Anakin and Padmé said in unison while the others continued to snicker.
Obi-Wan, mercifully calm compared to everyone else but still grinning, said, "In all seriousness, though, I'm guessing the first item on the agenda for this morning is to get the marriage annulled? That's what Ahsoka said."
Padmé looked at Anakin, who shrugged, then turned back to the rest of the group. "Actually, there's been a slight change of plan," she said. "We're going to stay married for a little while."
They all gaped at them. Anakin had to admit it suddenly sounded much more absurd than it had back in the hotel room with just the two of them. "What?" said Bail.
"Thanks to Ahsoka, everybody we know knows that we got married and they all think it was on purpose," Padmé said, shooting a glare at Ahsoka, who tried to look innocent. "So Anakin and I decided that to save face, we'll go along with it and pretend it was on purpose, then get a quick divorce in six months and say things weren't working out."
More stares. "Let me get this straight," Satine said. "You're going to remain legally married to each other for six months, just so that people won't make fun of you?"
Now it really sounded stupid. "Yes," Anakin declared while Padmé nodded resolutely.
There was another beat of silence before everyone burst out laughing again. Anakin scowled and Padmé crossed her arms, looking annoyed. "Convenient excuse," Breha said, exchanging a knowing look with Bail. "Very convenient."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." They exchanged another knowing look, to Anakin's consternation.
"Look, it's not a big deal," Padmé said impatiently. "Anakin's going to live in my spare bedroom for a little while and maybe we'll have to do a bit of acting around some people, but otherwise nothing's going to change."
"Except for the fact that you're legally married," Rabé observed.
"You all, mostly Ahsoka, got us into this mess, so the least you can do is just play along with us," Anakin said grouchily.
"We got you into this mess? You got you into this mess," said Dormé, looking thoroughly entertained.
"Have you guys eaten breakfast yet?" Padmé interrupted.
"No, we were waiting for you." Sabé smirked. "Though if it had taken much longer we would've assumed you two were otherwise engaged and left without you."
Another round of snickers as Padmé said with as much dignity as she could muster, "Well, I'm sure we're all hungry, so let's go eat."
They trooped off to the hotel's breakfast room, and once everyone had come back from the buffet and started digging in, Padmé pulled out the pad of paper with notes on her and Anakin's epic love story. "Okay, here's the story we came up with," she said. "I'm going to read it aloud and you're all going to memorize it in case anyone asks you questions once we get home."
"You mean we have to get involved in this lie too?" Rabé demanded.
"Yes," Padmé said with such a stern look that no one dared protest further. She proceeded to read out her notes, Anakin chiming in occasionally to add more details, and when they'd finished everyone's expressions were ranging from highly exasperated to highly amused.
"This is ridiculous," Obi-Wan announced. "Would it really be so terrible to just tell everyone there was a misunderstanding, or God forbid, admit you made a mistake?"
"You've never admitted a mistake in your life, hypocrite," Anakin muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"It's really not a complicated or hard-to-remember story," Padmé said. "And it's only for a few months. And the best part is, since we're saying that we didn't tell many people we were dating, most of you can say you never had any idea until last night."
"Except a couple of you should probably have known for the past year, it would be weird if we dated for a whole year and didn't tell anyone," Anakin said thoughtfully.
"Good point," Padmé said. "Who wants to have known we were dating?"
"Not me," Obi-Wan said at once. "The less I'm part of this, the better."
"Ahsoka's Facebook post kinda makes it seem like she would've known, so let's say she knew," said Anakin.
"Cool," Ahsoka said, looking pleased. "I'm glad you trusted me with the secret in this alternate reality."
"Don't mention it."
"Padmé, as your coworker and dear friend, I would like to have been trusted with the secret as well," Bail said solemnly, though he was clearly fighting hard not to smile.
"Fine," said Padmé.
"Same for me as your best friend since kindergarten," Sabé chimed in.
"Okay. Anyone else?"
"Well, Bail never keeps things from me, so I'm sure he would've cracked and told me at some point," Breha said, looking like she was enjoying herself immensely. "So I knew unofficially, but you never actually told me."
Padmé was scribbling frantically. "Okay, so we've got Ahsoka, Bail, and Sabé officially knowing, and Breha unofficially knowing. Is that okay with everyone?"
"Sure."
"Sounds good."
"This is ridiculous."
"Now that that's all sorted out, can we please not talk about this again for the rest of the trip?" Anakin said hopefully.
"Sure," said Ahsoka. "But since you got the honeymoon suite for last night only, I'm switching rooms with Padmé so you two can have some alone time tonight too." She and Dormé high-fived, and Anakin and Padmé sighed loudly. It was going to be a long weekend.
