Hello: Yes I do still remember this story. Anyway I'm lazy and I no longer know how to write (or spell) but here we go! I make up planets...

Disclaimer: As ever, all character, names, etc. belong to George Lucas. Any similarities between this story and real life/other stories are merely coincidental.

Anakin and Padme returned to the ship is silence. There were so many things that could be said but there was no point. There would be no answers to their questions. Once they were safely inside the ship Padme collapsed on the floor.

"I'm so tired Anakin," she breathed.

Anakin sat down next to her and took her hand. "I know my love. Here, lay against me and sleep a little."

Padme gave him a small smile and put her head against his chest. As she lay there she listened to the steady beat of his heart and was soon asleep. Anakin sat rigidly in the dim light of the ship and looked at the woman resting in his arms. She still loved him, he knew that, but the past hour was bound to have taken some toll on her. He stroked her hair. It was soft. He wondered if his daughter's hair was the same.

Padme awoke with a little jolt.

"Ssh you're safe," Anakin reassured her as he looked down at her face. She was so beautiful.

"Have I been asleep long?" she asked.

"Not long. Half an hour maybe? It's alright I like watching you sleep."

"Stalker," she replied jokingly. She cupped his face in her hands. "Should we not get going my dear?"

Anakin looked at her for a moment then said, "You already have something in mind don't you?"

"Have you been reading my mind again Mr Skywalker?!"

"Only when you're thinking dirty thoughts," he shot back flashing her a cheeky grin.

Padme put her hands on hips. "And I thought I was marrying a nice young man. Actually yes I do. Taylon 3?"

"Anything for you my dear."

In a flash Anakin had scooped Padme up into his arms, placed her in the co-pilot's seat and the two were leaving the twin suns –their twin suns- of Tattoine behind.

Padme ran out of the ship and into the broad daylight of Taylon 3. She flashed Anakin a smile then sat down in the giant flower field that was Taylon 3.

"It's lovely here," she shouted to Anakin who was leaving the ship with a little trepidation. Women may like flowers but he wasn't a woman...

"Stop being such a baby," she shouted back. "C'mon it's fun!"

Anakin looked up from under his eyebrows. Fun eh? Was she sure? Padme was dressed in little more than her underwear with a gauzy dress on top. Anakin felt rather over-dressed in his Jedi outfit.

"Maybe I'll go and get changed first," he noted and returned to the ship. Luckily he found some clothes left by the previous pilot and returned to the warm sun in an open shirt and loose trousers. He walked up to Padme who was immersing herself in making a daisy chain. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello sunshine," he joked. She pulled him down next to him and rested her head in his lap.

"I love sunshine," she ran a light finger over her arm. "I could stay here forever."

Anakin traced his hand over where hers had just been. Her skin was so soft. He picked a flower, lifted up her dress and traced it along her bellybutton. Padme let out a little contented sigh.

"I wish we'd had more time like this before," Anakin said quietly.

"Life's too short for regrets," Padme replied poignantly.

Anakin stared at the sky for a second then smiled down at Padme.

"In that case I don't want to regret not making a daisy chain," he laughed at picked up the one Padme had began. It couldn't be that hard could it?

For the next 10 minutes Padme watched as her husband struggled to mould the delicate flowers into a chain. Finally he flashed a self- satisfied face and shoved the chain in Padme's face.

"Ha ha!" Anakin proclaimed. "King on the daisy chain!"

"Well put it on then," Padme replied, stretching out her ankle. Anakin smiled and put the chain around her delicate ankle.

"It's lovely," she said.

Anakin looked at her.

"Yes it is."