A/N: Sorry this took so long, Darth Real Life got a hold of me. Also, my editor went on vacation and never told me how this was, so it is later than I planned it to be. Thanks for the reviews, and I'm sorry I haven't replied individually, but I will this time around. I just wanted you guys to know that you keep this story going for me. Also, I'm planning on ending this soon, but that will be discussed in the next chappie. Enough rambling and on with the story! LA

Disclaimer: Do I have a beard and wear flannel shirts? No, I didn't think so.

The war was getting worse than ever. Padmé needed to take a break from all of those political situations she kept getting herself into. She only wanted Anakin back with her, to know that he was in some way safe or at least doing well. Anakin frequented her thoughts on a daily basis and Padmé learned that instead of dwelling on what could be she thought about what had been. The times when there was no war, or that day three years ago when they had married in secret. She found herself thinking about his soft hair that had grown longer since he had become a Jedi Knight and the feeling of his strong arms when they were around her. His smile comforted her heart and made the days seem a little less agonizing. Padmé sat down and sighed as she flipped through a few data cards that had been handed to her not even a few steps into the building. More work for her to do tonight. It was all information about the increasingly ridiculous bills that Chancellor Palpatine had been creating. Padmé had been working on protesting speeches against the policies and she needed to know exactly what she was up against.

She paused when she saw a data card that seemed out of place against the sleek, shiny ones. Padmé's heart leapt into her throat as she caressed the beaten up card lightly. Maybe, just maybe, Anakin had finally written back to her. Inserting the data card into the datapad with trembling hands, she held her breath as the message loaded onto the screen. She saw Anakin's message and relief washed through her. He was all right! He seemed so worried about her that she felt she needed to calm him down. She looked at the chrono. Padmé again responded to his letter.

Dear Anakin,

I am glad you are safe, alive, and mostly unhurt. You don't know how much it means to me that you are writing; it has been terrifying to know that one day you might not make it through a battle, and these letters give me the peace I need. There have been so many rumors about you and Obi-Wan and many others that have been killed or missing. I have been worrying if you were all right, but apparently you are, so I am content for now. I hope you are well when you get this Anakin, if anything happened to you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Just know that whatever happens I will always love you and that I miss you. My love, just know that I am thinking about you every day and that I am looking forward to the day that we are reunited. I love you so much, Ani, I just want you to know that.

We have met with Chancellor Palpatine—my fellow senators and I— two standard days ago. I got your message from the Chancellor too. I was so happy that you were alive, but I was suddenly worried that he knew about us. He said that he was working on civilian protection, but I have this strange feeling that he was lying through his teeth. I have the feeling that he is not to be trusted any more.

We also have confronted him about releasing the powers he has gained for the war after the war is over. Again, that peculiar sensation came again, and I had the impression that he did not intend to let go of any power whatsoever. Even though his answers were eloquently given and assured, I still felt that he was deceiving everyone. Should we trust this man like we have the past thirteen years? Should we trust the man that is gaining more and more power over the Republic and is planning to do so until he has absolute control? My love, what should I believe; what should I do?

I have so much to tell you when you get back. Nobody is safe anymore, and I am afraid. But don't worry about me too much, Anakin. I am well protected, and I am sure no harm will come to me. I worry about you the most, though. I am here on Coruscant in the battle of the Senate, of words, but relatively safe. You, Ani, are not. You are out in the galaxy, fighting battles, in the midst of action. I know you love it all, but something can always go wrong. Be careful out there, my love, and some day soon we will meet again.

When everything goes wrong, I think of you, Ani. You are a light in my life that will never go out. It is a type of nova that will explode into brightness so intense that it could blind anyone who saw it. That is our love, and that nova of love will never fade away; unlike a nova in space. It will stay bright and clear forever, as long as our love lasts. I love you, Anakin, and I am awaiting your return.

Love your angel,

Padmé

Padmé sighed again as she saved the message. She couldn't stop him being what he was meant to do, but sometimes she wanted to be a little selfish. For one day take the galaxy's biggest hero for herself. Padmé knew that wouldn't happen. She put a hand to her stomach and looked out the window to the fading daylight. Yes, she looked forward to that day when she could take him for her own.

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