Hello young one's or older one's, whatever you are or would like to be, Hello. This fanfic is basically a short story which could quite possibly turn out to be something rather long and much more complex. As said in the summary this is about the life of Padme if she would of had lived. If I get good feedback, I will most likely write more that goes with this story. So, here's a look at what I assume would of had happened after the series of events which have happened only hours ago.

As always; This belongs to a man who owns these amazing characters and so on. I do not own anything at all.

My heart ached. I could shed no more tears. But my heart still ached.

My heart which was once a reliable source is no longer what it was. Was, as in the past tense.

It is no longer a strong, confident, and unbreakable organ.

I am broken beyond repair. So broken that it can't even be repaired by an unforgettable nine-year-old. Yet, I still have faith.

I laugh bitterly at the thought. I cannot start to understand how I could still have faith whatsoever. The irony of the whole thing is almost unbelievable. Almost.

It's almost unbelievable that only mere hours ago I've lost everything I've put my faith into. Everything I truly cared and loved so desperately. Only mere hours ago I lost my Ani, though it feels like months since I've seen him. Thinking about it now it probably was months ago since I've seen the Anakin I've fell deeply in love with. Confused and lost. That's all he seemed to be feeling, and I failed to see that my own husband was on the border line of complete madness before stepping over to the only option he thought possible.

I've lost him, and here I am on a hospital bed, my cheeks stained with tears, my breath uneven. I am lost and confused, but alive. Alive in a world that I no longer recognize, a world so different than the one I once knew.

Obi-Wan is in the far corner of the room, he seems to be In his own world. He told me he should have had known that something was bothering Anakin, for who knows how long. I desperately want to lose myself in my own world, escape what's coming soon, only I have to face the reality that has been thrown at me.

A quiet whimper coming from a nearby room makes me flinch and shut my eyes close for a second. Obi-Wan seems to have heard absolutely nothing. I sit up on my assigned bed looking around for a med-droid, anything that could possibly go check the tiny beings. Nothing and no one comes by the room and the quiet whimpers become cries that shatter my broken heart all over again. I have no choice; I can't ignore them any longer.

I get up, holding onto anything I can and walk hesitantly towards the dark room containing only innocent babies. Walking in the room I see a crib with two tiny beings. My throat constricts and I cover my mouth with my hand. Pooja and Ryoo were never that small, then again the twins are premature. I approach the crib quietly and grip the railings tightly. Taking a deep breath, I look down at two beautiful and breathtaking babies. Tears flow endlessly on their cheeks. Leia's big brown eyes find my own and her cries turn once more into whimpers. My hand, as if it had a mind of it's own reaches Leia's tear stained cheek, she closes her eyes, her tiny body no longer tense and her breathing becomes steady. Softly, I press my lips against her forehead.

I now understand why Master Yoda didn't want me to have contact with my children under any circumstances.

I glance at my right and another baby greets me. Luke's bright blue eyes examine me carefully, but not for long before he to closes his eyes and yawns. I can't help myself; I gently pick up his fragile body and put my arms around him protectively. He leans into my embrace and soon after I'm in a room with two sleeping angels.

"Padme…"

Obi-Wan's voice is barely a whisper, but I flinch at his delicate voice nonetheless. I kiss Luke's fuzzy blonde, almost white hair and set him down in the crib with his sister. I pry myself away from my babies and try to look like the senator I was not so long ago when I face Obi-Wan, only I can't.

I walk out of the room and painfully walk until I reach the hallway with a lifeless Obi-Wan following me. He's tense and frustrated, but overall he is lost, like me. I know he understands what I'm feeling and I know what he is, but Yoda has given him strict orders to forbid me to see or take care of my children.

"I don't want to separate myself from them, Obi-Wan."

He inhales deeply and simply nods. "If only." He replies quietly.

If only our situation were different. If only we never landed on Tatoonie. If only I never developed feelings for Anakin. If only I never declared my love to him. If only we could have seen what was right in front of us. If only we could have had seen what would happen. If only Anakin's dreams of I dying during childbirth truly happened, maybe this situation wouldn't be as difficult as it is.

As if Obi-Wan could read my thoughts and which is what he most probably did, he says, "If only, I paid more attention to him. Maybe he would have had never went to Palpatine in the first place."

We're hurting ourselves. I push back my dark thoughts and concentrate at the best of my ability on the situation at hand. The only situation I can somewhat understand.

"You must understand how important it is for me to have my children with me!"

He says nothing for minutes, minutes which seem like countless hours. "Padme, I need to know that if I decide out of pure madness to let you keep Luke and Leia, will you be able to take care of them? Will you be able to live with the constant reminder that they are not only your children, but those of Anakin as well, your husband whom is now a Sith."

"Don't you dare call Anakin a Sith! Is he nothing to you now?"

"Will you be able to live with the constant reminder, Padme?" He repeats calmly, ignoring me completely.

"Yes." I reply. I intended my answer to be stronger, but it came out poorly and sounded weak.

He strokes his beard, nodding slowly. "Okay."

Okay. I can keep my children; I can keep Luke and Leia. Obi-Wan gently puts his hand on my shoulder, but lets it drop almost immediately and walks towards a room with two leaders who plan to run my life in fear that I might do something rash.

But I don't care. I can keep my babies and I will no matter what they say. I walk back into the plain white room, closing the door behind me and lay down on the bed at an angle in which I can see two beings sleeping soundly; completely clueless to what is currently happening to the countless galaxies at the moment.

I wake up from a dream that I wish could be my reality. Sadly I'm still in the med-bay. The door that leads to Luke and Leia is closed. My eyes narrow and I get up in quick movements. I push the door open and I'm greeted by an empty room. No more crib, no useless objects, no babies.

Kenobi.

I sprint at the best of my restricted ability to the only room I know three men must be. I barge in, but only Yoda sitting in the far left corner of the room is here.

"My children. Where are they?"

"Gone, they are gone, Senator."

I hold onto a nearby chair and stare at the little green creature. "Gone?"

"Senator, somewhere much safer now, the children are. Obi-wan has told me what, asked for, you had, but allow you to keep in touch with the only beings that could possibly safe the galaxy we cannot."

We cannot. Nonsense, that's what it is. They are mad.

"Coming with me, you are. Safer for you to be with me, will it be."

They're gone. These men, these people have decided to take my own children away from me. I fall to my knees and all I can do is cry, it's as simple as that.

I understand now, I understand why Yoda did not want me near my children, because now without them I am no longer broken. I'm destroyed.

I truly hope you have liked this story. Once again, positive and negative feedback would be an honor. '

Who knows, I might be adding a more to this sometime in the near future.

Have a fabulous day & May the force be with you. xx