Padmé looked at her two children. She couldn't believe they had arrived. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breathing ignoring the pain that was still pulsing though her body. She was just glad to have some joy again in her life. Her heart, which she thought Anakin had broken completely, felt like it was being mended back together with each glance and gentle touch of her children's faces.
Obi-Wan smiles sweetly at her. She grabbed his hand. "Aren't they perfect?" She said to him as her smile lit up her whole face. The joy of finally meeting her children reflecting in her eyes.
Obi-Wan gently stroked her daughter's face with is finger. "This one will do great things like her mother. I can already tell."
Padmé smiled. "And him," she asked as she gently caressed her son's cheek and than gently pushed his hair back.
A dark cloud seemed to form in ObiI-Wan's eyes as he replied, "He will be stronger than his father." Obi-Wan quickly turned his face away from Padmé.
"Obi-Wan," Padmé sighed out as she grasped his hand. "There is still good in him, I know it. "
"It doesn't matter now, Padmé." Obi-Wan said turning back toward her, but removing her hand from his. " What matters now, is keeping them away from him. You know he will look for them."
"I can run with them," Padmé said pulling her daughter tight into her chest. "I'm their mother. I will keep them safe."
Obi-Wan grabbed her hand, a tear falling down his face. "You're not ready. Padmé, you almost died. I honestly thought this day would end in tragedy. Instead, you brought to perfect babies into the world."
"I won't let them go. I'm their mother." Padmé said her tears falling onto her daughter's head.
"If he knows you are alive, he will come for you. If he knows they are alive, he will come for them." Obi-Wan said as he gently tilted Padmé's head up to make eye contact with her. "I have a plan."
"What do I have to do?" Padmé asked staring defiantly into Obi-Wan's eyes.
"You have to die."
... Almost 16 years later...
Leia knew they'd find her sooner rather than later.
Only because she knew the palace guards and knew their training. She sparred with them, even sat in on some meetings.
She was usually pristine, her hair in some sort of formal updo. Her simple white dress was filthy and her dark brown hair was loose, hanging to her waist un-brushed.
Jutting her chin in the air, she slid her hands into her sleeves as was custom. Walking silently behind the two men assigned to her safety, she took one last look at her rustic little fort and headed back to her posh palace.
How? Why? What could they possibly be thinking? She loved her parents. They were perfect. They loved her. She wanted to honor them, serve them, be worthy of eventually becoming queen. But she'd be damned if she let them tell her who to love and marry. She would marry for love or not at all. She knew he was out there. Somewhere. The man to share her adventures with. Her life with... Her body with. Until she met him, she would remain pure and steadfast.
They entered the foyer and the first pair of eyes her eyes met were hers.