Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala FANFIC

Ch.1

After returning from the outer rim from saving Chancellor Palpatine, the shuttle back to the heart of Coruscant was extremely uneventful. But it made Anakin Skywalker twice as anxious. Not because he knew he would be greeted with news reporters, cameras, or publicists. Or even that that he was slightly nervous of public speaking. Which he wouldn't let anyone know because he was the Hero without Fear, for Force's sake.

No, Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One was anxious over a girl. It was a good anxiety though. He was excited to see her. His other half, the one he could not live without. His secret lover, his wife. Padmé Amidala.

Just thinking her name brought a smile to Anakin's face. He allowed himself to revel in the memory of her holding him, kissing him softly, and sighing his name. Yes, Padmé was his, and no one else's.

"Anakin!"

Anakin looked up to see his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was looking at him inquiringly from his seat across from him. He had a ginger-colored eye-brow raised. The tall blonde Jedi grinned sheepishly at his master.

"Sorry Obi-Wan. I got distracted."

"And you'll be sure to not get distracted when we arrive, my young Jedi. You have to give your full attention in front of the senate." He admonished.

At the word 'senate', Anakin's heart fluttered slightly. "Yes Master."

"Good," Obi-Wan's stern stare turned into a warm smile. "I need a poster boy. You still sit council with the senate while I report to the Order."

Anakin groaned internally. "But Obi-Wan you know I despise politics! Why must it be you who reports to the Order?" Though he was glad that his master didn't know that there was a particular Senator that he most definitely didn't despise. Quite the opposite actually.

"Because I am your Master. Plus, you should enjoy this moment of glory. You're the Hero Without Fear. Surely some cameras aren't as intimidating as a Sith Lord?" Master Kenobi questioned.

Anakin grumbled under his breath about taking the Sith Lord but said," Fine, but you owe me now, Obi-Wan." And then the shuttle pulled into the Senate Building.

"Sure, sure Anakin," Obi-Wan grinned. Anakin scowled and stepped off the shuttle. The tall, white, marble and gold pillars held the building up. Chancellor Palpatine stepped off the shuttle behind him. He was a short, white-haired frail man, who had a syrupy yet raspy voice. He also happened to be like a father to Anakin. He took the young Skywalker under his wing when he first came to Coruscant from being a slave on Tattooine.

There was a relatively small crowd of reporters that greeted Anakin, less than he was accustomed to. He grinned almost painfully and the cameras flashed and blinded him. He wanted, no he needed to be somewhere else, with someone else. Thankfully, Jedi master, Mace Windu, came to save the day. He pulled Anakin and Chancellor Palpatine away from the reporters claiming that they would answer questions after the Council was done debriefing them.

"Are you well, Chancellor?" Mace Windu asked as they slowly made their way to the doors of the Senate Building.

"I am quite well, thanks to our two Jedi Knights," Palpatine drawled out.

"Excellent," Master Windu answered. He turned to Anakin. "Skywalker. How are you faring?"

"I'm okay. I could use a few days to rest and meditate. I feel out of balance," Anakin mused. A few days to him and Padmé…

"A few days seem reasonable enough. After this meeting, I think 3 days of meditation are in order," Windu smiled.

3 days to ourselves sounds wond- Anakin stopped mid-thought. This whole time, he had been reaching out with the force, searching. There, he found it. Found her. The love and anxiety emanating from her was over-powering. "Master Windu, excuse me a moment. I'll be right in," Anakin muttered, and at Windu's nod he turned quickly.

There she was! Padmé stood in the shadow of a pillar, adorned in fancy senatorial garb. He took a few slow steps, afraid someone might be watching, and then he couldn't take it anymore and broke into a run. He reached her and scooped her up and spun her around. Padmé. She was in his arms again.

Padmé was equally relieved to see her other half. For the absolute truth was, she didn't feel complete or whole when Anakin wasn't there. His strong arms encircled her and pulled her tight against him. His face was in her neck, smelling her sweet scent, just as she was inhaling him. They were home.

When Anakin set her on the ground, his hands claimed her face, and he kissed her. Padmé responded with the same need. 5 months. 5 months was how long this war had kept them apart. It had been the longest they had ever been away from each other. The longest break since their marriage. It had been utter agony.

"Oh Anakin," Padmé sighed. Her hands were rememorizing his face, and running her fingers through his golden hair, which had gotten so long.

Anakin finally pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes. "I have missed you Padmé."

Her face grew concerned. "There had been whispers, that you had been killed," She clung to the front of his robes with dear life.

He smiled sweetly and stroked her cheek with soft caresses. "I'm alright. It feels like we have been apart for a lifetime. It might have been, if the Chancellor hadn't been kidnapped. I don't think they would of ever brought us back from the outer rim siege."

As he spoke he leaned closer and closer to her and then tried to kiss her neck but Padmé suddenly pulled away.

"No not here" Padmé told him, her eyes darting around hoping no one saw.

"Yes here. I'm tired of all this deception. I don't care if they know were married," Anakin said exasperated.

Padmé stared at him sternly. "Anakin don't say things like that!"

He didn't respond, but simply pulled her in his arms and held her close. It was a wordless promise that he would keep up all the secrecy for her. She rested her head against his chest and to Anakin it seemed like he took a deep breath for the first time in a long time. He was just relaxing fully being next to her body when he felt her shaking slightly.

Anakin pulled away slightly and looked down at his wife and said, "Are you alright? You're trembling," He searches her eyes. "What's going on?"

Padmé looked back at her husband pleadingly. She was scared and excited at the same time. How to tell him? "Something wonderful has happened," she said hoping to convince him (and herself) that everything would be okay, "Ani….I'm pregnant."

Her words hung in the air poignantly. Anakin's head was spinning. Padmé? Pregnant? Anakin looked up at Padmé and then at his feet and then back at her face again as he tried to find his voice again. "That's…That's wonderful."

She stared into his blue eyes with wide frightened brown ones. "What are we gonna do?"

Truth was, Anakin had no idea what they were going to do about it but at that present moment he didn't want to think about it. He was finally back in his wife's loving arms and she was carrying a baby. His baby. He was going to be a father to a son or a daughter. "Were not gonna worry about anything right now, alright? This is a happy moment," He pulled Padmé flush against him and stroked her dark curls with care, "The happiest moment of my life."