A/N: Hey! Sorry for the long wait. Been kinda busy. Thanks brooklynturtle, JourneyRocks13, jediAngel001, Lusitana, Phhsdj, and Midnightwolf97 for reviewing. Anyway, there's some Naberrie family cuteness ahead. :D

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Love Conquers All

Anakin had always hated Coruscant. It was soulless. The durasteel skyscrapers and industrialized appearance of the planet suggested a departure from humanity. People went about their business with no regard for anyone but themselves. There was self-indulgence. There was greed. No one cared for each other.

The only thing holding him down to the planet was his Jedi training, and now that it was over there was nothing left for him on Coruscant.

Anakin's most important moments had always involved leaving. Leaving a sort of home that had never been a home. He had done it as a child and as he walked onto Padmé's Naboo cruiser he was leaving once more.

They were both at the controls. She smiled at him and for a moment he forgot all that had happened in the past few months. All the loss and the defeat.

The starship shot to light-speed.

Naboo would be his him home now.

It had felt like ages since they had last been on Padmé's home planet. So distant that the memory was almost like a dream.

It wasn't the Naboo of Anakin's memories. Summer was over and autumn had settled over the green planet. The leaves on the trees had started to fade into the colors of fire, yellows, oranges, reds.

The air was cold, crisp and biting.

Anakin found himself at the Naberrie doorstep once more. There was the slight trepidation of telling her parents, especially Ruwee about the baby.

But otherwise he was happy to be back at her house. It was a place of warmth and love.

He smiled wistfully.

The door opened. Sola was there to greet them.

"Well, look what the bantha dragged in."

Padmé smirked. "Hey, Sola."

Sola grinned wickedly. She turned her face back inside the house.

"Hey, mom! We have some special visitors!"

Jobal rushed to the door and her face brightened immediately at the couple standing at the threshold.

She threw her arms around Padmé. "Oh, I've missed you so much!"

Padmé laughed. "I've only been gone for two months."

"Too long." Jobal replied.

She pulled away and faced Anakin, opening her arms. "Come here, sweetheart."

He laughed and hugged her. He was showered with numerous kisses on his cheeks.

"I'm so happy to see you two."

Anakin smiled. "It's great to see you too." His biting wit was still intact. "I really miss your cooking."

Jobal laughed heartily. "Well, make yourself at home and I'll whip something up."

Anakin and Padmé sat down at the dining room table and slowly drank the tea Jobal brought out for them while she prepared dinner.

"So do you wanna tell them or should I?" Anakin asked playfully.

"You got me pregnant. It's your fault we're in this situation so you should tell them."

"It takes two to create that 'situation,'milady."

She laughed. "You're still telling them."

He smiled impishly. "Fine."

She sat back smugly and crossed her arms. "Fine."

There was a silence and she went to eat her shurra fruit. Her fork hit her plate and the fruit flew into the air.

She looked up at Anakin who was whistling. His attempt at innocence failed.

"Stop it, Anakin."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Stop moving my food around with your powers."

He smiled roguishly. "I'm not doing anything."

She went to stab at it and it flew up higher into the air.

"Anakin, give me the fruit!"

He laughed. "Fine."

It floated down to her plate.

He was still laughing, that is until the shurra fruit hit him squarely in the face.

He clutched at his nose. "You broke my nose!"

She laughed hysterically. "Sweet revenge."

Jobal walked in with a tray full of platters. Anakin looked at her, pointing to Padme childishly.

"She hit me."

"He took my food from me!"

"Settle down you two."

Sola helped Jobal put the food onto the table.

"Don't worry, Anakin. I'll get her back for you."

Padmé replied threateningly. "Yeah. And then I'll kill you."

Ruwee walked into the dining room.

"Such violence." He commented jokingly.

Anakin grinned at Ruwee. "Hello Mr. Naberrie."

"Hello, young man."

It was a rather uneventful meal, except for the occasional threats exchanged by the two sisters. But that was pretty normal for Sola and Padmé.

About an hour later they all went to the living room and played some holo-movies.

Afterwards everyone was ready to go to bed. Padmé hadn't forgotten the reason for their visit.

"Mom, dad. Wait. Don't go yet."

"We're exhausted." Jobal replied.

"It's only going to take a minute."

"What's only going to take a minute?" Sola crossed her arms.

"This has nothing to do with you." Padmé narrowed her eyes.

"Your business is my business. It's time you learned that, Padmé."

Padmé rolled her eyes and then turned her attention back to her parents.

"I have, well Anakin and I have something we wanted to tell you."

"You're moving back home?" Jobal asked hopefully.

Padmé smiled. "Better."

"What could be better than that?"

Padmé looked at Anakin and they both smiled.

"Mom…I'm going to have a baby."

There was a moment of silence..

And then of course Sola had to comment.

"You two don't waste any time, do you?"

Jobal looked overwhelmed with emotion. She crushed Padmé in a hug.

"That's wonderful." Her eyes glazed over with tears.

Ruwee looked over at Anakin with a serious look on his face. Anakin smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry." He said feebly.

Sola started laughing.

"Dad, leave him alone."

Ruwee raised his hands in the air. "What? I didn't say anything!"

Sola smiled. "You don't have to."

Jobal held her daughter's face in her hands, smiling so wide it seemed like her face would break.

"I never thought I'd see the day." She said happily.

"If Anakin didn't pursue me so relentlessly, you wouldn't have." She laughed.

Ruwee raised an eyebrow.

Padmé saw him from the corner of her eye. "He was a perfect gentleman about it, though." She said reassuringly.

There was a pause and then everybody exploded into laughter.

The past couple of months had been trying for Anakin. He had lost two of the most important things in his life, but it seemed that he had also gained some important things.

He felt for the first time in his life that he wasn't out of place.

That he belonged.