Author's Note: I finish National Novel Writing Month! So now I will be getting back to this. This update is really, really short, but I'm just kind of using it as an excuse to let you know that I will be rewriting this thing. Then there is a sequel. So, happy short reading here!
Disclaimer: The Star Wars Universe was created and is owned by George Lucas, this is just my imagination at work, based on the universe he has created. If this story is similar to another, it's pure coincidence.
Note: Thoughts are in italics.
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Padmé woke up the very next morning, rain falling to the ground on the other side of the window. It was a dark and gloomy day, and that worried her. She wondered if it was a sign of what was to come.
Patting her not yet showing belly, she slid out of bed and walked into her closet. She picked out a plum colored dress. It was sleeveless, though there were sheer longsleeves.
As she walked out into the kitchen, she expected Vader to be there in the kitchen as he usually was. She glanced over at the time, wondering if she slept in and he had already left. I'm up early, she thought to herself. Frowning, she took a seat at the kitchen table, all alone.
Seven Months Later
She lay in bed, the pain unbearable. Beads of sweat rolled off of her face as the contractions came and went. Her baby would soon be there, and she could not wait. The past few months she had spoken few words to anyone at all, especially her husband. She didn't even refer to him as Anakin anymore. He was simply Lord Vader.
In fact, though she asked for him to be there with her at this important time, he was not. His role as second highest man in the galaxy was much more important than his of being a husband, or so he acted like. She could only imagine how he would act as a father. She cringed at the thought.