The Chosen as Swain. By Kondoru
Standard Disclaimers
Thanks to JP for Betaing.
Um, this story is about You-know-what, or failed You-know-what. If you wanted something detailed, then I'm sorry, this isn't for you. You have been warned.
Part Eleven; Today We are a Couple.
For once in his life, Anakin Skywalker was able to stay overnight with his wife.
At 500 Republica, quite the most exclusive address in the city planet, (Meaning she paid a fortune for things most folk got for free.) Padme greeted her trophy husband. She was wearing a dress made from Corellian velvet that cost probably the years wages of the average city woman, and her jewels outshone most crown jewel collections, even that of her home of Naboo, a homely place of excessive excess.
But Anakin, who owned nothing beyond his clothing, lightsabre, Artoo, and the Twilight, forgave her.
He had even forgiven her for her lavish gold plating of the hapless Threepio. (The egotiscal protocol droid loved it.)
She gave him a big (and owning) hug. "Glad to see you."
Anakin settled on the plush sofa.
Padme handed him a glass of amber liquid.
Alcohol was something he seldom indulged in, but he knew he was perfectly safe here. Today it was 50 year matured brandy.
Anakin smiled, his wife always had a special treat for him. Not even Yoda got to drink such exclusive liquor. He downed it rather too quickly to do the smooth taste justice.
His wife poured him glass after glass of brandy. Yup, there was more of this.
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, felt sleepy. Padme helped him to his feet and guided him to bed.
He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Anakin woke up, mid-morning with a grim headache.
Padme, considerate as ever, had undressed him and put him to bed.
Where would he be without her?
Probably stuck in the Temple drinking pop with his grotty Padawan.
-Two Months Later-
One fine day Padme told him she was expecting
"Expecting what?" Anakin said innocently.
"A baby." She said simply. "OUR baby." Padme qualified. She had that peculiar radiant quality of the pregnant, -that and the attitude that she had personally invented the whole process and believed that others should acknowledge her achievement.
Our Hero looked very perplexed. How had that happened?
And I think I will end this Story Arc here. Thank you all for reading.
