Anakin POV
They brought Padme on a hoverchair and led her through the hospital to the maternity ward. The droids were attending to her, taking her blood pressure and her temperature with one of those forehead thermometers, while I was answering the doctor's questions.
"When did her water break?"
"About an hour ago."
"Is she full term?"
"I think so. She is only two weeks early."
"She is having twins, I see. Who is her OB/GYN's name?"
"It is Dr. Di Sol, a Kaminoian, his practice is in the Uscru district."
"No!" said Ahsoka. "Dr. Sol retired and Padme had to find a new doctor, while we were hunting Palpatine. Her new doctor is his daughter, Dr. Mola Ne. Her comlink number is 611241."
"Okay. Is Dr Ne also in the Uscru district?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes. The practice is called Kamino Kare OB/GYN. 'Kare' spelled with a 'K'."
"Alright, I will contact them."
They moved Padme onto the bed, and I went up and grabbed her hand.
"Hey, Angel," I said, kissing her hand.
"Ani, this hurts worse than last time," she said.
"You had children before, Mrs. Skywalker?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes, twins. But I did not give birth. They were a C-Section."
"Yes. That is the difference. Can you rate the pain, ten being the worst?"
"About an 8," she said squeezing my hand.
"How about we start an IV so we can get that down. Now, I am going to close this curtain for privacy, and I am just going to check how far along you are."
Ahsoka stepped out as the doctor pulled the curtain around. I stayed up near Padme's head so I could hold her hand and kiss her. It not that I was grossed out by childbirth or anything, I just knew I would be in the doctor's way.
Suddenly, Padme bit her lip and moaned a little.
"Is he hurting you?" I demanded, ready to fly into a rage.
"I am not touching her. I am just measuring. I think she is having a contraction that is very painful."
Padme nodded, and I calmed down. But I still had half a mind to choke the guy.
"Alright Mrs Skywalker, you can put your legs down and relax."
Padme did as she was told and I could tell that some of the pain leave her face.
"You are already at 8 centimeters. That probably meant that you either did not feel the contractions or you ignored them. Either way, it will not be long now. If Dr. Ne is not here in time, are you comfortable with me delivering the babies?"
I was not, but Padme looked at me and nodded. I sighed and consented. "Yes, we are," I said.
"Great! I will be back to check on you in thirty minutes."
I sat down in the chair beside Padme's bed, and put my face in my hands. I could do nothing now but sit and watch as Padme pushed and screamed. The doctor who knew us was not coming, and this new doctor hardly seemed qualified. It was all I could do not to choke someone.
"Anakin," said Padme.
"What? What's wrong? Another contraction? I'll get the doctor!" I said getting up.
"Ani, I don't need the doctor. Sit down!"
"What?"
"Anakin, I know how you get when people get hurt. But, we planned for this. We want this. This is just one day. I am going to be alright. You are going to have to deal with the fact that you can not protect me for the next few hours, but then we are going to have two children that you can protect for the rest of your life. Okay. So take a deep breathe and let me go."
I sighed and knew that she was right. I wanted to protect her, keep her from any pain or injury. But this was not Palpatine, this was a natural wonderful part of life that was going to temporarily hurt her. I needed to relax if I was going to be of any help at all. I certainly could not kill the doctors.
"Okay. I just can't stand you being in pain," I said.
"I know," she said, reaching for me, and I grabbed her hand. "But you gotta understand that I am not going to die. We are going to go home soon with two beautiful children, and I need your help."
"Alright," I said.
We sit there together just holding each other for the next couple of hours. Every few minutes the doctor comes in and checks Padme's condition. Later, Ahsoka came in with ice chips from the nurses station that Padme can suck on. She said that everyone is here and waiting, but they do not want to come back because it would become too crowded. Finally the doctor comes in and checks Padme, then he says, "You're at ten centimeters, lets go!"
I hold Padme's hand as we race down the hall to the birthing suite. Her contractions are getting so painful that we are breathing in and out together as I run. They arrived at the suite and placed Padme onto the table and hooked up to the monitors.
"Alright," said the doctor, "Push slow and steady."
I let Padme squeeze my hand, and I feel like she is going to break it, but slowly she pushes the baby out. The doctor cuts the cord.
"Its the girl," said the doctor.
"Ashla," Padme says crying.
The doctor hands the baby off to the nurse to clean up.
"Alright Padme, you don't have much time to relax here he comes."
Padme screams and pushes hard.
"No. No. Slow steady," said the doctor.
Padme took a deep breath and tried to push more slowly.
"That's it," said the doctor.
Suddenly, we heard a loud cry.
"There he is," said the doctor.
"Jinn," I said.
The doctor cut the umbilical cord, and gave the baby to the nurse.
"Here is the girl," said a nurse and handed Ashla wrapped in a pink blanket to Padme. Then she turned around and scooped up Jinn and handed him to me saying, "Here is the boy."
I cradled Jinn in my arms and looked down at him. He was asleep, safe and warm inside his blue blanket. His face looked like a small pixie or a small angelic creature from a moon above Iago. Wherever he was from, I could not believe that he was my son.
I looked over to my daughter, Ashla, in her mother's arms. She looked like an angel like her mother as well. Her eyes were wide awake taking in the world curious and wonderful. She had a grin across her face like she found this place fun and exciting. I could tell she was going to be a troublemaker.
Looking over to Padme, I was about to say something. But then her eyes fluttered and then shut all completely. Instead of drifting peacefully off to sleep, she slumped down her eyes rolling backwards in her head. Ashla dropped in her lap. Then the heart monitor started beeping wildly, and I knew something was wrong.