Padmé's POV
She woke up suddenly and instinctively reached for Anakin. When her fingers didn't come into contact with any part of him, she opened her eyes and sat up. Padmé saw his dark figure moving soundlessly down the stairs and instantly became worried, her face contorting with concern.
She slowly got out of bed and padded out of the room to find her husband.
He was leaning against the settee and looking out the window; Padmé was looking at him.
She approached him cautiously, noticing the hurt and muted anger etched on his face. Brushing her fingers gently through his hair, Padmé quietly asked what was bothering him.
Anakin sighed and looked at her. "Nothing," was his reply.
Padmé knew him. Something was wrong, and she intended to find out what exactly that something was.
He touched her necklace and held it up to see it more clearly. "I remember when I gave this to you."
Padmé knew he was trying to change the subject; he had always protected her from harm, both physically and mentally. He tended to bear his suffering alone in order to obstruct her from worrying. But she didn't want him to bear it alone this time.
She fiercely looked into his blue eyes.
Fearful, she thought. It hurt her to see him in pain, but it also made her more determined to help him.
He looked away and told her it was just a dream, but she could see that it was much more than that. Concern flooded through her veins. "Bad?" she asked.
"Like the ones I used to have about my mother." He took a deep breath. "Before she died."
"And?" she inquired.
Anakin looked at her. "And it was about you."
She ran her hand gently over his toned shoulder. "Tell me," she somewhat pleaded.
Anakin stood up and stared numbly at the sea of lights. "It was only a dream," he replied, but Padmé could tell he didn't believe that.
He turned slowly and looked directly at her. "You die in childbirth."
Padmé automatically touched her stomach. It was hard to conceal her apprehension.
"And the baby?" she nervously asked.
"I don't know," Anakin replied.
It was only a dream, Nothing more.
She rushed towards him, saying that it was only a dream. He grabbed her fiercely and looked into her brown eyes. "I won't let this one become real." His voice was shaky.
"This baby will change our lives," Padmé stated, "I doubt the queen will allow me to serve in the Senate. And if the Council discovers you're the father you'll be expelled—''
"I know, I know," Anakin sharply replied.
Of course he knows. He's already worried enough. Maybe we could get some help…
"Do you think Obi Wan might be able to help us?" Padmé inquired.
Anakin's face became slightly cold, his eyes parting from hers. "We don't need his help."
He looked at her again and his expression softened. His eyes were intense, determined. "Our baby is a blessing," he stated.
But he's still afraid.
Anakin pulled Padmé in closer. His warm hands caressed her stomach and then encircled her waist. She would continue to worry about Anakin, but just for now, she closed her eyes and let his warmth radiate throughout her body, melting away her worries.