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Chapter Two

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"You'll be… a good father." She told him smiling, "This will never be your fault… never… I love you… don't ever…blame…"

"Padme…" he gasped as the pandemonium died and silence sheathed the room, there was not a single machine still active. His wife was gone. Dead.

Anakin shot up in his bed, gasping. Padme was dead. The thought echoed in his head as he struggled to regain his breath. He tried to calm himself but it seemed impossible, he kept seeing her close her eyes, he kept hearing her say goodbye. She was gone.

Anakin ran his hands through his hair and he looked around his room. Surprised. He was not in his room at the Jedi Temple nor was he in his room at the Senate building, the room he shared at Padme. He was somewhere else, somewhere different.

He was in Varykino.

Anakin didn't remember coming here. He had left Naboo. Or so he had thought. Slowly and carefully he got out of the bed he had once shared with his wife, grabbed his shirt off the back of the chair and a black glove that he used to cover his mechanical hand. Using the Force he called his lightsaber to him and he walked out of the room, trying to be mindful of his surroundings. He moved slowly down the long hallway where he sensed several presences. When he reached the door, of what he recognised to be the nursery, he cursed under his breath, he hated this room. Anakin had his weapon, ready to ignite it, peaked around the door frame.

He dropped his lightsaber.

Padme was sitting in the rocking chair, with Leia in her arms, breastfeeding her. She looked up at the sudden sound, she saw her husband standing at the door and she smiled at him before looking back down at her daughter.

"Padme," he breathed her name, like it was reverent. To him it was.

She smiled at him again, "Morning Ani," she said, "Your daughter has quite the appetite, I don't know how I'm going to handle feeding all three of you."

Anakin stared at her, flabbergasted. How was she sitting there? How was Leia? Had he not witnessed her die? He had been there, he had held her hand, he felt her heart stop. Leia, his little girl, was never even born; she was never even given the chance to live. Was what he seeing real?

"Anakin?" Padme looked at him, "Are you alright?"

Was she real? She looked real, her glossy brown curls fell down in back in casual disarray, her eyes shone brightly even though there was a trace of sleep in them, her skin was pale, dewy and her smile was as bright as it was they day he had married her. She looked real, she felt real. She had to be real. He felt it, in the Force, in his bones, in his heart. She was there. Leia was there. His girls, alive and well. Before him.

He smiled at her and he blinked back the tears that had sprouted in his eyes. He entered the room and approached his wife, who had finished feeding Leia and was pulling the strap of her long purple nightgown back on her shoulder and wiping Leia's mouth with a towel she had over her shoulder. Anakin brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear before bending down and kissing her lightly on the lips. He smiled at her.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked again, "You were tossing and turning last night."

He stroked her cheek, "Just a strange dream, it's over now." He assured her as he kissed her again.

She smiled. "Good, now would you take your daughter please."

Anakin took her greedily, he was still shaken by the nightmare he'd had, by the loss he felt for his living child. Leia looked up at him with big brown eyes, her mother's eyes. Anakin's smile grew as his heart swelled.

Padme looked up at him from her chair, rubbing his arm gently. She was proud. Anakin was a good father, she could see it already.

Anakin rocked Leia back and forth in his big arms as she gurgled happily at him. He laughed a little. He was already seeing his future, being wrapped around this little girl's finger. The thought made him ecstatic; he gladly looked forward to it. His son was something he was worried about. If he was like him, he would most definitely be a handful.

Anakin handed Leia back to Padme and he looked at the two cribs that we lined up in front of the window that held a view of the gardens. One had a soft pink blanket that was over turned, Leia'c crib, the second with it's painted blue wood, Luke's, was empty.

Anakin felt his heart catch. Where was Luke? He looked back to Padme who didn't seem to notice his distress; she was smiling at the little girl in her arms.

"Padme, where's Luke?" he asked terror seeping into his voice.

Padme looked away from Leia and to him, she smiled sadly, "Oh Anakin." She said.

Anakin finally noticed the mural behind her, the Naboo falls, before his very eyes, the glistening waves burst from the wall and turned to glass and fell over Padme and Leia. The shards cut her cheeks but she didn't notice, she kept on looking at him.

"Oh Anakin."

Anakin shot up in his bed in the Jedi Temple, sweat coating him, the humming of the shattering glass ringing in his ears and tears slipping down his cheeks. Padme alive, that was his true dream. He pushed the covers off of his body and threw his legs over the edge, he placed his head in his hands, one mechanical, one flesh and he wept. Padme, his Padme, his wife and mother of his children, was dead, gone. So was his daughter, the daughter he would never know.

And it was all his fault.

Anakin got to his feet and paced the room thinking of the many things that could have been done differently. Maybe if he had taken Palpatine's offer none of this would have happened. Padme could be by his side, their two children in her arms. They would have been together, happy.

No! He told himself, that wasn't true. Palpatine would have ruined everything. The Sith only cared about personal gain and if Anakin had a family that would have ruined everything… right? Anakin tried t push away his doubts, but he couldn't, they circled around his mind, like an incessant picture show, one he was powerless to stop.

He tried. And he tried hard. It made no difference. Padme's face, her dying words, Leia still inside of her, Luke's eyes it was all there, he couldn't stop the thoughts, the doubts, the worry and he couldn't stop the undeniable fact; that it was all his fault.

In a fit of anger Anakin sent his mechanical hand through the wall of the room he barely ever stayed in. Anakin felt the room around him go quiet; the noise of his now broken hand could not be heard above the humming of the glass.

Tearfully Anakin withdrew his hand and he quickly inspected the damage. It was minor, easily fixed. Unlike everything else. Anakin looked around the chamber he had been assigned three years ago. He tried to remember if he had ever actually slept in it, he didn't think so. The room felt so foreign that it became suffocating, Anakin quickly found his shirt, buttoned it up, threw his cloak over his body and stuck his feet into his boots. He left his room and started to walk towards the Council Room, taking the long way around. The easiest way would have caused him to pass the nursery, where his son was. He couldn't go there.

The Temple was quiet. Empty. Everyone was already in bed, resting, for the first time in years, since the beginning of the Clone Wars, everything was peaceful. For everyone except Anakin.

Slowly he entered the grand Council room and he walked to the window. The view of Coruscant was magnificent, but Anakin didn't care to look at it, he stared at the Senate building, what had once been his home. He saw the light from the apartment and he knew someone was there, collecting Padme's things. The tears came. Soon, there would be no trace of Padme left in that building.

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Jobal Naberrie sat on the bed in her daughter's apartment, clutching Padme's nightgown to her chest as she sobbed. Her youngest daughter was gone. Jobal, couldn't bare it, how was it that Padme had died? How had she been left alone in a medical centre? Had anyone been with her?

Jobal fingered the silky material lightly, it was large, it was a maternity gown. It only made Jobal cry more. Her daughter, her baby, had been pregnant and she hadn't known. Why? Padme was in her last trimester, she was in the process of giving birth, she knew she was pregnant, why hadn't Padme told her? Did her daughter not trust her with the knowledge? Did she not want her to be involved in the child's life?

Jobal's husband, Ruwee, Padme's father looked at his wife, sitting on the bed weeping. He lowered another one of Padme's elaborate gowns into the suitcase he was packing, wishing he knew how to comfort his wife. He couldn't think of a single thing to say, how was he supposed to make their daughter's death, her grandchild's death better? Was there even a way to do that?

Ruwee eyed the garment that Jobal was clutching and gently he eased it out of her hands, she looked at him with puffy red eyes and asked in a broken voice, "Why did this happen?"

He wished he had an answer for her but he didn't. He couldn't even explain it to himself. "I don't know."

"Why didn't she tell us she was pregnant?"

"I don't know Jobal." He said as he placed the gown in the suitcase.

"Why didn't she ever go to a doctor?" she sobbed again.

"I don't know Jobal!" Ruwee snapped, finally hearing enough of his wife's questions. He didn't know why his daughter hadn't told them anything, he didn't know why she had never been to a doctor, he didn't know who the father of his grandchild was. He didn't know anything. He didn't know anything about his daughter.

Ruwee looked over his shoulder at his wife, who was crying hard but not letting a sound escape her lips. As soon as he saw her he regretted his anger. His wife was just as he was. Lost. All she wanted was answers.

Ruwee opened his mouth to apologize but Jobal raised a hand and stopped him, "It's alright," she sniffled as she wiped her eyes, "I know, you want to know too."

"I do," he said kneeling before her and taking her hands in his, "But we may have to accept that we will never know the answers."

Jobal let the tears slip down her face and despite knowing that her husband knew no answers she asked again, "Why didn't she tell us?"

Ruwee swallowed and he offered her an answer he had been carefully considering, "Maybe she was ashamed."

"Padme? Ashamed? Never!" Jobal snapped at him, "She had nothing to be ashamed about!"

"I'm not saying she did," Ruwee said quietly, "But Jobal she was unwed and pregnant, she might have felt that we would be ashamed of her."

"Would Padme really think that we would be ashamed of her?" Jobal sobbed, she didn't want to think that her daughter might have been afraid of her, scared of her reaction. She only wanted her daughter to be happy.

"She may not have even known who the father was." Ruwee said as he himself considered the possibility, Padme had never told any of them of a relationship or any man she had feelings for. "It may have been a casual encounter with a stranger."

"Padme would never do that." Jobal said.

"And she didn't" Sola said emerging from Padme's large walk in closet. Her parents turned to her, surprised to hear the certainty in her voice.

"How do you know that Sola?" her father questioned her.

"Did you know if she was seeing someone?" her mother asked desperate for the knowledge.

Sola shook her head and gestured for them to follow her inside the closet. Both of her parents got to their feet and they followed their only daughter inside to the very back of the closet. Sola waited for them, she sighed and then reached onto the top shelf and she pulled down a pair of sleep pants and a black shirt, men's clothing. "If she wasn't in a relationship why would a man's clothes be here." She pointed to the bottom shelf, there was a pair of boots there too, "She was in a relationship."

"I still don't understand." Jobal admitted as she took the shirt from Sola, wondering if the man who owned loved her daughter, if he was the father of the unborn child, if he attended her funeral. And if he had, why hadn't he made himself known.

Sola looked down to the floor and she sighed rubbing the side of her head, she opened a door next to one of Padme's many dresses, where her coats were kept and she pulled out a long black robe. She handed it to her father.

It meant nothing to him. It meant a lot to Jobal.

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Obi Wan Kenobi stood outside the nursery in the Jedi temple and he watched Luke the boy he had found on the steps. The baby had been checked thoroughly, he was perfectly healthy, indeed Force sensitive and had one of the highest midi-chlorian levels Obi Wan had ever seen. The child interested him to say the least; there weren't many people who left their children on the steps of a Jedi Temple. It was puzzling.

Obi Wan turned his head when he felt someone approaching. Yoda, hobbled towards him aided by his cane. Obi Wan bowed respectfully, Yoda nodded at him.

"A child you found, hmm?" Yoda said as he looked at the seven cribs that held seven babies, only one of them had been abandoned.

"Yes Master, when I returned from Naboo, he was on the steps outside the temple."

"Interesting and what we know of this child?" he asked.

"Not much, I know from a handwritten note that his name is Luke, he is in perfect health and is only a few days old and his mid-chlorian levels are amazing, as high as yours but lower then Anakin's." Obi Wan explained.

"Powerful Jedi will he be, your former padawan, returned has he?"

"Yes, I checked his quarters, he's sleeping." Obi Wan told the Jedi Grand Master before rubbing his beard. Although he was glad he had finally located Anakin and he was back in the Temple, Obi Wan could not stop his worrying. He had yet to speak to Anakin since the death of Padme Amidala, he had barely seen him at the funeral before he disappeared for two days, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget the sound of his brother's voice when he told him about Padme.

"Concerned, you are. Yes." Yoda said, not phrasing it as a question.

"I am Master, he and Senator Amidala were good friends, and when I contacted him to inform him of her death he sounded so broken… so small." Obi Wan said as he heard his friend's voice again.

"I know."

"An attachment to her, he had. Forbidden for a Jedi, attachment is. Great consequences, there could be." Yoda said as he remembered the fallen senator and the Chosen one and the affection they had shared for each other.

Obi Wan messaged his temples hoping to suppress the headache that was forming there, it didn't help. He had always known that Padme and Anakin were too close, he tried to stop it once, he had told Padme, pleaded to her rational mind to stop any attachment from forming. He thought she had listened to him, but the grief he had felt radiating off his former Padawan and the sight of Padme's swollen belly made him believe otherwise.

Obi Wan shook his head, there had been an attachment, yes, but neither of them would have allowed their friendship to cultivate to a physical level. Padme knew better. Anakin knew better. Didn't they?

"Betray you, your thoughts do. Believe he fathered Amidala's child you do."

Obi Wan dipped his head, ashamed of his thoughts, "I know I should have more faith in him but I cannot discount the possibility."

Yoda nodded his head and considered what Obi Wan had, "Face a great battle within himself, if you are right, he will."

"He will not be punished?" Obi Wan asked timidly.

"No proof of his transgressions, have I." Yoda said as he looked in on the sleeping babies, Yoda always had a fondness of children.

"What if Senator Amidala's family begin an investigation into who impregnated her?" Obi Wan asked the wise Jedi.

Yoda smiled and walked away, "Against Naboo tradition, that is."

Obi Wan nodded and smiled, relieved that his suspicions could never be proven correct, he turned back to the babies and look at Luke, the young boy he had found only hours before. Every child was asleep, except him, he looked around him, his blue eyes wide and curious, it was like he wanted to see everything, Obi Wan mused.

"Good night young ones," he said before he walked away to check on Anakin again.

He would find his room empty.

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Okay so there is chapter two, please review and tell me what you think.

Anna