Padme POV

They admitted me into the hospital because of my seizure. In my room, 10-311, I had a small bathroom, two chairs for whoever was visiting me, and a sink for the doctor. Out of habit I would watch the Senate debate on the HoloNet, but I would flip it off whenever someone came into the room because I was supposed to be resting. The pretend channel I stuck it on was a marathon of Epoh Trebor movies. These over dramatic soap opera movies were actually funny because that was not how life was supposed to work at all, and Trebor always found some reason to take his shirt. It was so ridiculous, it was hysterical.

They did an MRI on me, which meant that they stuck me in a big tube, and then I heard a violent noise as they examine my brain. I was really nervous about it, and Anakin laughed at me. "You can tell a room full of Senators that they are idiots and power-hungry then just handle the fact that you get threatened. But your scared of a metal tube that can't hurt you." He made me laugh. He could always make me feel more brave because I did the disturbanglily dangerous thing to him, public speaking. Thankfully, at the MRI they did not make me take off the necklace he made me because it was made of wood and plastic chain so I hung on to it while they examined my brain.

Shmi's body could not handle being in the hospital chairs for a long period of time, so Anakin and I already convinced Qui-Gon to take her home. She came in to say goodbye and they had Jinn and Ashla in their arms.

"Oh, you are taking the babies home?"

"Yes dear," she said. "We want them to be in the home and not the hospital so they can get used to their new environment."

"Oh." No! I thought You can not take my children! They are Mine! But instead I smiled and said, "Okay. Y'all can stay in our room. There are new sheets on the bed, I think. If not, there is some in the closet in the hallway. I think we stocked up on food before this happened."

"Yeah. I just went to the store last week. We have plenty of formula for the kids. Its all in the kitchen," said Anakin.

"Okay," said Shmi. "Here, say goodbye to Mama and Daddy." She handed Ashla, who was asleep, to me. I cradled Ashla and kissed her then passed her Anakin. Then Qui-Gon handed me Jinn to me, and he grabbed at some of my hair. I kissed him on his nose, and he sneezed. Anakin handed Ashla to Shmi, then I gave him Jinn. I leaned back and looked at this scene.

"I want to keep them here with me. Be rational!" I scolded myself, "do I feel like getting up to go to the bathroom, let alone breastfeeding two infants?! You can't take care of them, Shmi can. End of story."

"Okay, we are going to go," said Shmi.

Qui-Gon looked at me thoughtfully and picked up on my mood. "They will let you go home tomorrow or the next day, be patient, Padme."

"Of course," I said smiling. "Thank you for doing this."

They walked out of the room with my children. A part of me wanted to scream until they brought them back.

"I am grateful," I thought, "for two in-laws who can help take care of my kids so I can rest. I just gave birth and had a seizure, and I was working up through my water breaking, I am exhausted. The children need to go see their rooms and get to know their grandparents. The fact that Shmi took them home does not change the fact that they are my children. I am their mother. They are not being taken from me. This is hormones!"

Despite all of that logic and truth I was thinking to myself, I started crying. Of course, Anakin noticed immediately.

"What hurts? What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing my hand.

"This was supposed to be different," I said through the tears.

"What do you mean?"

"I died last time. Luke and Liea had no memory of me. This time, I am supposed to be the one who feeds them and changes their diapers, and gets up at 0200 when they cry, and they are being taken away from me because of that stupid seizure."

I was crying hysterically by the time I choked out my words. Anakin hugged me until I calmed down into soft sobs. "Okay," he said "no one is being taken away from you. The hospital is loud. You have been recovering here for a day, and Jinn and Ashla have not gotten any sleep in the nursery. They are crazy sensitive, maybe because they are Jedi, maybe because they are early. Anyway, the doctor suggested we take them home, and I wanted to stay with you, so Mom and Qui-Gon volunteered. We can hologram you singing, or reading a story so that they can get used to your voice and you can hear them. Then after two nights and no seizures, we go straight home, I promise."

"Do you ever get scared we are going to lose everything again?" I whispered.

He stared at me like I grew a third eye. "No, the thought never occurred to me." We both busted out laughing and he kissed me on the forehead. "Why do you think I see Depa? Or hunt Sith? It's the only way I make sure I don't screw this up again."

I leaned back and just relaxed. "God, I don't know how Shmi or my mom did it, going so long without seeing us. I have not seen them for ten minutes and it's like my chest aches."

"Your chest hurts? They told us to look for that. That could be the seizure. I need to get the doctor," Anakin said getting up.

"No. No," I said, grabbing his arm. "I am fine. I just want my kids so bad. I felt like this right after I died whenever I thought about Luke and Leia. I still get that way about them sometimes."

"Oh. Yeah I get that way too. It's why I don't go around younglings. I wonder about Luke and Leia and I can't handle it."

"We can't screw this up again, Ani."

"I know Angel. We won't."