"So, are you two considering having more children?" Satine was walking next to Padme through the halls of the Senate, the others senators bypassing them in what felt like slow motion.

She shook her head. "No, we hadn't planned to have any at all, really." Padme smiled over at her, and she knew that one of her oldest friends was in the same boat. Though, the twins, now more than two years old had been a blessing to both her and Anakin. "And Obi-Wan and I are not exactly young." It was true. She was actually slightly older than him, but they were approaching their late thirties. She teased him about it, the slight graying of his temples and slow whitening of his beard. He always had some retort in queue, about how he hadn't been going gray at all until their marriage.

"You still have plenty of time, Satine; although I understand not wanting to have more. Especially with the political conditions of the galaxy." This was what she could most appreciate about Padme, besides her unwavering devotion to those she loved, her sense of allegiance to her political calling that Satine felt matched her own. It was one reason they got along so well, that and the good-natured friendship of their husbands. There had been quiet evenings spent in the company of the others families, watching movies, playing with the children, even nice dinners out with the children being watched by friends. Padme understood how important Mandalore's peace was to Satine, how important it would always remain.

"Qui-Gon is such a blessing already, I simply don't think we should risk too much of what we already have." Padme nodded good-naturedly, typing in an access code to allow them to enter their Senate pod. The pair of them were chief members on a neutrality pact that would, in theory, prevent the onset of further war, and remove unnecessary residual forces from planets that did not need them.

"Anakin said they had a surprise planned." Satine's eyes widened. What surprise he and Obi-Wan could have planned for them during a four-hour committee meeting could not be a good thing. She hoped, with a garish sort of resonance, that Obi-Wan would at least try and reign in his friend so that they would at least not do anything dangerous. The last time she had let Anakin babysit alone, with Obi-Wan attending council meetings all day, she had returned to find Qui-Gon covered in green finger paint courtesy of the twins, and Anakin trying to fashion an old pillowcase into a pair of Yoda ears. She had been very clear with Obi-Wan: no paint, no alone time with his uncle unless it was necessary.

They took their seats around another pod of senators, including Bail Organa of Alderaan, who had been nominated for Chancellor and was head of the post-war humanitarian commission. Padme started a conversation with him before they started, and he politely spoke with Satine as well, not as familiar with her, but very respectful of what she had done to maintain neutrality during the war.

Two hours into the meeting, and things were rolling. They had condensed the legislation, making it seemingly farther than they had ever managed in the gridlock that had evolved around the clones. Even the senators managing the budget aspects were in agreement; they might even get done a bit early. The thought was exciting: her brief days spent on Coruscant, spending short days in the city and long nights in Obi-Wan's temple apartment were some of the happiest she had spent in their married life.

She heard a tapping noise, but when she glanced u, she saw nothing at first. She heard it again, but she looked up again and saw nothing. She decided, since Padme also looked to not be seeing anything, that she must have imagined it. "Duchess?" Senator Organa was looking over at her. "I believe you have some…well some guests." He was pointing, slightly embarrassed, behind her. Both she and Padme turned to see their husbands and children in a tiny group.

The tapping was Qui-Gon, balled in his fist a rattle, made in the shape of the Jedi Order symbol. He had sene here and was tapping on the glass as he squirmed in Obi-Wan's arms to try and get close to her. "Oh goodness…" Padme was saying, and with good reason. Luke and Leia had clearly been at their temple classes from their matching Jedi attire, but also clasped in their hands were two miniature, training lightsabers, the blades short and pink. Anakin was holding each by a hand, and they were having a mock fight in front of their father, laughing wildly.

"If you would excuse us for a moment." Padme was already out of her chair, her face red as she went out to address her husband. Satine watched as Qui-Gon began to purse his lip in confusion, not understanding the glass separation between himself and his mother when she seemed to be so close.

"Of course, I think we all could use a break wither way." Senator Organa said, leaning back in his chair, laughing gently.

She stepped out of the room in time to watch Padme seize both training lightsabers in her hand and start to rebuke Anakin in a hushed tone as Luke and Leia wrapped themselves around her legs. The Jedi Knight just grinned sheepishly, winking up at Obi-Wan who was trying his best to maintain his hold on Qui-Gon, who was squirming wildly now that she was close, babbling and cooing as she got closer. She took him in his arms.

"As glad as I am to see you, Obi-Wan, I wasn't expecting you at the meeting." Qui-Gon giggled wildly, patting the decorative pads of her shoulders and clapping to himself. She couldn't help but smile at him, which he returned as she ran gently fingers over his head through his soft reddish brown hair.

"Qui-Gon just couldn't wait to see you again." He slid an arm around her waist, and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. She blushed slightly, realizing the other senators could still see them through the glass.

"Yes, Qui-Gon seems very vocal about his desires." The baby looked up at his name and patted her on the cheek, shaking his rattle again softly.

"Well, I might have had something to do with it." She looked into his eyes, bright blue and teasing. "After last night, I thought you might want to see me again, too." Her blush deepened, and she sent up silent thanks that the room was soundproof. Although, being this close to Obi-Wan, feeling his arm around her, his voice laced again with suggestion, made her realize how exactly right he was. And, looking past him at the expectant faces of the senators, how much she needed to get back to her job so she could leave and come back to them.

She handed Qui-Gon back to him, the baby pouting slightly at the only brief encounter they had. "Padme?" Her friend was finishing her talking-to with Anakin, and, at the sound of her name, turned and placed the training sabers in Obi-Wan's hand.

"Do not let my husband have those back, please and thank you."

"Of course, Senator." Obi-Wan said, and Anakin rolled his eyes, muttering about how they weren't even dangerous. Padme went inside, and Satine moved to follow her. In an uncharacteristic move of boldness, she took hold of Obi-Wan's arms. "I'll see you later." And she winked, leaving the blushing Jedi Master holding an excited baby who waved good-bye at her with his rattle as she let the door shut behind them.