It's Time
POV- Padme
Shmi and I exited the Senate arena into the auditorium and we see Anakin and Ahsoka are there waiting for us.
"He's gone," I tell my husband, as I pull him in for a kiss.
"I know," said Anakin. "Lets celebrate! Lunch?"
"That sounds great. I-" then I trailed off.
"What's wrong?" said Ahsoka.
"I can not tell," I said. "Maybe I just started my period." I looked to Shmi afraid. "Is something wrong?"
Laughing, she grabbed my hand. "No, your water just broke, hun'."
"What?!" said Anakin. "She can't have the babies here! We need to go to a hospital! I'm contacting Obi-Wan!"
"She is not going to have the babies in the next five minutes knucklehead," yelled Ahsoka. "She is going into labor. Geez, haven't y'all had kids before?"
"Anakin wasn't there and Padme had a C-Section. So, they have never done this part before," said Shmi.
I try not to look like I have just wet my pants in the middle of the Senate as Shmi, Ahsoka, Anakin, and I walk down the steps to our speeder. I do not know who is hyperventilating more, me or Anakin. When we get to the speeder Anakin gets behind the driver's seat and Ahsoka slides in next to him. Shmi slides into the back seat, and I almost fall in beside her grateful to rest. As fast as he could, Anakin flies towards the medical facility which is only a few miles from the Senate building. Suddenly I felt like my stomach was cramping up and trying to get something out of my body but could not. I yelled in pain.
"What's happening?" said Anakin.
"She is having a contraction," said Shmi. She grabbed my hand. "Squeeze my hand when it hurts. Alright, Ahsoka start timing this."
"Okay."
I squeezed.
"Start!"
I let go.
"Stop."
"74 seconds," said Ahsoka. "Skyguy, what are you doing?"
"Contacting Obi-Wan and telling him to meet us at the hospital."
"Kenobi here," said Obi-Wan. "I am leaving the Senate going back to Temp-"
"Babies are here!" yelled Anakin.
"What?"
"Padme in labor. Babies coming," said Anakin.
"Well, take her to the medical facility, you moron. I will meet you there," he said and he hung up.
"Oh my god, her bag!" said Ahsoka.
"I totally forgot," said Shmi. "It's in her office under her desk."
"What's Typhos number?" asked Ahsoka.
"487912."
Obediently, Ahsoka typed those into her comlink and waited for him to pick up.
"Typho."
"This is Ahsoka Tano. Padme Skywalker has gone into labor and we have left her bag for the hospital in her office. It should be under her desk. Can one of her handmaidens grab it and bring it to the Medical Unit in Galactic City?"
"Yeah. I will have Miré come by and drop it off. Is Padme safe? I know she had trouble with her last labor."
Looking at Shmi, I saw my mother in law shrug. "She seems fine. The typical labor symptoms."
"That's good. Mire will meet you with the bag. Typho out."
"What is in the bag?" asked Anakin as he was dodging traffic.
"Everything. ID, Insurance, comlink, clothes, food, money, blankets. Everything we need," said Shmi.
"Hey Skyguy," yelled Ahsoka, "for the best pilot in the galaxy, we are not going very fast."
"A galactic hearing to try a Sith Lord just let out! Coruscant streets have doubled their population in the past half hour."
Crying out in pain as fire rips through my body starting in my loins and spreading outward, I feel Ahsoka clutch my hand as Shmi smoothes my hair. I feel the speeder lurches forward and up as Anakin does a possibly illegal corkscrew to get out of traffic and fly above everybody to get to the hospital.
"Woah, Skyguy you are going to dump us out?"
"Look, do you want to trade places? I am trying to get us to the medical center before the kids are here during rush hour after the Senate has tried a major case."
"And I am trying to play midwife when I have no clue what I am doing!"
"Enough!" I screamed. "I am trying to get two people out of my body! Stop it, both of you, now!"
"Okay," mumbled Ahsoka.
"Sorry," said Anakin.
Shmi smiled and looked down at me. "You're going to be a great mom," she said.
The rest of the short ride was pretty uneventful as Shmi helped me focus on my breathing and Ahsoka counted how far my contractions were apart. I was worried that I was going to give birth in the speeder, but soon Anakin pulled up to the medical unit. Carefully, Anakin picked me up and cradled me as he took me inside.
"Help! Please, My wife is having twins!" he said.
"Here, place her gently in this wheelchair," said a nurse.
The nurse wheeled me to the delivery room, where they put me in some scrubs and help me get into bed. Soon Anakin comes in with his scrubs on, smiling that we are going to meet our kids soon.
"Would you like an epidural," asked the nurse.
"Yes," I said, looking at Anakin shyly for approval. Smiling, he kissed me on the forehead. We had weighed the pros and cons about this. Before all of this, Anakin had researched and decided that the medicine did not hurt me or the babies and could get me out of pain, so he was for it.
"Okay, here we go," she said. It did not really hurt compared to the contractions. "We are going to start your IV." She put it into my wrist and started it. "The doctor will be here in a few minutes to check and see how far along you are."
"Thank you," said Anakin.
Quietly, she left the room, and Anakin came over and kissed me. "In a couple of hours, we are going to be parents!"