Summary: Anakin made a mistake as a teenager and got a girl pregnant. What will he do now that Padme is pregnant?
this is my first fanfiction. actually, my first story of any kind. I couldn't believe that there wasn't a story line like this already, considering some of the very odd storylines abundant here. I'm not a good writer. I don't pretend to be. I just couldn't get this out of my head, and I decided that if I couldn't find a story like this, I would write it myself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I wish I did, but that esteemed honor belongs to George Lucas. All rights go to Lucasfilm Ltd.
It had been so long since Anakin Skywalker had seen his wife, Padme Naberrie. After leaving Obi-Wan, he immediately began searching for her in the crowd of diplomats. He ran up to her and embraced her, and sensed that something was off. "What's wrong", he asked. "Oh, Ani, something wonderful has happened! I'm pregnant!" Suddenly a long-forgotten memory resurfaced in Anakin's mind.
Jedi Padawan Ariana sped through the temple, looking for Anakin. "How could I be so stupid?", she thought. "Oh, it'll just be one night. We're teenagers; we're supposed to experiment. We'll get it out of our systems before we become masters." He managed to persuade her; they had had sex later that night, but forgot to use protection. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" she muttered as she searched the halls. "Anakin!", she called. "Oh, Ani, something's happened. Oh, I don't know how to say this other than to just come right out and say it… Ani, I'm pregnant." "Pr-pregnant," he answered mutely. "But.. we're only sixteen. We can't have a baby! We'll be expelled from the order for sure!" "Anakin, I know", she responded coolly. "You have a wonderful future ahead of you as a Jedi. Someday you'll be a great master, I know it." "What are you saying?" "You know what I'm saying. I'm the one that's pregnant. I already wasn't doing that well. I would have never been made master. But you, you are so powerful! You're the chosen one! I could never live with myself if I took that away from you! No.. no. I will go away. I'll tell the council about my. .situation, and then I'll leave, and find a place. I'll stay here – in Coruscant – and I hope someday you'll come by and visit me. And our child." "I promise you, I'll be there for you and our child. We're in this together," he answered soothingly. "I'm going to be a father," he muttered softly. Suddenly more excited, he started smiling and grabbed Ariana and gave her a long kiss. "This we'll be wonderful! I mean, it's not what I had planned. I mean, I never planned on having a child. But this, this is perfect. It'll all work out." "I do hope so," she answered dully. "Goodbye Anakin. Hopefully not for too long."
It had been almost a year since he had seen her or his child. He used to go once a month before his child – no, his daughter's birth. After she was born, he could barely keep himself away from her. She was just so precious. He named her Sira, after Ariana's mother's middle name.
Padme looked expectantly at him. "Anakin, are you alright? I know this isn't what we planned for, but I'm really excited. Oh Anakin, we're going to be parents!" "I'm very excited Padme. I was just in shock," he lied. "Oh, what am I going to do now?" he thought bitterly. "Can I really lie to Padme about my daugher? Can I keep lying to Obi-Wan?"
That night, Anakin slept very little, kept up by his thoughts of his daughter and unborn child. Padme might understand that he has a daughter, but she would never understand how he could lie to her for all these years. He could either keep lying, at the expense of his own sanity, or he could tell Padme, and Obi-Wan, the truth, and deal with consequences. If there ever was a time to visit Ariana and Sira, it was now.
A/N: So, how was it?