Chapter One: The News
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On that note, please read and enjoy…and don't forget to tell me what you think!
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She slammed her large mahogany door and let out a groan. The visit to the healer's had proved her fears and now left alone, she found herself sliding down the wall in a fit of tears. She had barely been able to hold it in as she rushed into her apartment, and now with only C-3P0 to witness, she allowed herself to really cry. She wasn't one to easily give into her emotions, but this was bad…really bad, she felt incredibly torn between worrying about herself and what everyone else would think. There was no doubt in her mind that this would be the scandal of the century, she could picture it posted all over the Holonet "Padmé Amidala: Pregnant!"
Her tears were finally subsiding almost an hour later when a feeling of dread spread through her chest and planted a seed of fear in her heart. What was Anakin going to say? She slowly moved from her spot off of the floor to open the door and called for her faithful droid. "3P0, I need you to contact Admiral Skywalker and request his presence…tell him to…hurry."
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Large boots polished to perfection tapped impatiently at the penthouse door of 500 Republica. He had a meeting with the Chancellor that he could not miss, but he sensed that whatever Padmé had called him for was of the utmost importance.
The front door slid open after a second buzz of the door and he quickly braced himself on the frame as if he had been punched in the stomach and let out a struggled breath. It was true that he was force sensitive, but he had made the hard decision not to be a Jedi, a decision he questioned every day; it was also true that he was exceptionally strong in the Force, making him more sensitive to the anguish coming from Padmé's bedroom.
"Are you alright Sir?" The golden droid bent slightly down towards him and put a cold metallic hand on his shoulder.
He coughed out "Fine..." then straightened and stumbled forward toward her bedroom while trying to adjust his eyes to the extreme dark that masked the room.
She could not stop herself from gasping every couple of seconds feeling overcome with agony. Her heart was hurting, actually aching in her chest. She looked up slowly when he entered and huffed harder, trying not to cry in front of him. He stepped closer towards her with one hand resting on his chest.
"What's wrong Padmé?"
She gasped loudly and covered her face in her hands.
This is it, he's going to leave me.
He had heard it. He hadn't meant to read her thoughts, but he felt it was necessary.
Anakin rushed towards her and scooped her up in his arms, muttering soothing words to her and moving them both towards her large bed.
"Relax shhh everything is going to be just fine Padmé." He slowly rubbed her back and frowned. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."
She was trying to just spit it out, but the words seemed to be stuck behind her hard sobs.
"I can't believe this is happening."
She clung to him like her life depended on it and pressed her face in his broad chest.
"This can't be happening to me…to us"
He stopped rubbing her back and sat her apart from him so that he could look her in the eyes.
"Please Padmé, I'm actually begging you, tell me what's wrong."
She rubbed her face roughly and then looked down at her hands.
"I'm pregnant."
Enough said. Anakin fought the urge to laugh right there in her face. Here he was begging her to tell him what was so wrong and she was…what?
His face froze and he instantly wondered if he had heard wrong. They had met only a few weeks ago and she was pregnant? He fought the urge to vomit.
"Umm…ok."
It was his turn to look down at his hands.
She started to cry again and reached desperately for his hands.
"I just don't want to do this alone."
Anakin couldn't deny that he was incredibly afraid, but it hurt that she thought he would leave her alone and pregnant.
He sighed.
"No no I'm not going to leave you alone. We can…uhh…everything is going to be just fine."
She instantly smiled and then lunged up and hugged him, a shaky laugh escaping her lips.
"Anakin…were going to have a baby!" She laughed again. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
He smiled, relieved that she was ok, and somewhat afraid of her drastic mood swing, but unable to otherwise function.
"A baby…uhh…wow"
He moved her away from him once again. Looking into her eyes, he found it slightly hilarious that he had only known that she existed three weeks ago. He remembered the surprise birthday party that his Captains had organized for him. He also faintly remembered the drunken one night stand after the party that had introduced him to Padmé. He dropped his head down and watched as she nervously played with his fingers, twisting them with her own.
"So I guess we should make us official huh?"
She smiled shyly and nodded, but continued to play with their hands.
"Well seeing as you've knocked me up…"
He kissed her on the cheek. "Padmé, will you be my girlfriend?"
She giggled and scooted over onto his lap, tears forgotten.
"Yes."
Anakin let out a dramatic sigh of relief and then kissed her. In truth he had felt bad the morning after his birthday, aside from the alcohol induced migraine, he had hated himself for sleeping with the young Senator and then putting her in harms way during the terrorist attack. He smiled remembering her small form huddled next to him as several blasts shattered his window...
"You know this means you have to meet my family right?"
He made a face and looked at her.
"What?"
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A/N: wait she's alive? Yeah I'm sorry that I haven't been updating. Luckily, I have arisen from the proverbial grave with a new story. I do plan to continue my other one (eventually) but this one was begging to be written. Please don't forget to review...it makes me smile.