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Author's Note: Prologue is kinda dark. Read whole story and tell me if you want an EPILOGUE. ENJoy!

Prologue:

3 days after Anakin's leave-

The cold dark locks of her hair were matted and plastered to her cheeks in a wet mess. The never-ending river of tears burned her skin, and her eyes were swollen and red. The pillow, which she clutched tightly between her hands was tear-stained and in some parts crimson with fresh blood. Her fingernails were chewed down to the flesh, and were raw and bleeding in areas. But overall, the most noticeable, was the way she shook. Her body shivered with fatigue, stress, and despair, and her heartbroken screams could be heard down the halls. The once neat and pristine gown she wore was wrinkled and stained. She thrashed about every once-in-awhile, yelling, pointing a finger towards the ceiling. Her only words being-

"Why? Why Ani?"

Then she would surrender to unconscious bliss, and would sleep for hours on end, only to wake up and heave a great sigh to start sobbing once more.

6 months after Anakin's leave-

"Your highness, would you like something to drink with your dinner?"

"No, but thank-you Threepio, I am quite fine to sit here and enjoy the sun. Maybe a little later. I will be getting thirsty soon."

"Excuse me, your highness. I did not understand your request." The droids mechanical voice paused. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, yes Threepio, of course. Bring it at once."

Off the droid teetered as he left Padmé to her midnight musings. He glanced back quickly, double checking that he had actually had the conversation only to be reassured by seeing her form lying placidly on her back with her rather large pregnant bump upon her belly stuck straight up to the glittering moon above. He really should tell someone about her. She seemed to be getting worse every day, and those two children she was carrying, they were surely under nourished for she rarely ate or drank. Yes, I must seek help at once. Thought the droid as he scurried to prepare something cool for her.

8 months after Anakin's leave-

"Yes, I know I did the right thing Obi-Wan, but I can't help this feeling inside of me...Sometimes, it's just-" She paused, head tilted in thought. "I can't help thinking, feeling, imagining that someway he will find out. And, I am scared. For, what will he do if he does?"

"The only thing left to do, Padmé, is to wait for the birth. Only then will we know."

"Oh, I know, but, it's so frightening." She began to sob unconditionally, her dried out eyes barely moistening. The only thing he could do was to gently drape a caring arm about her shoulders.