The medical droid was brought in, and it gave me a pregnancy test. After I completed it, I set the test on the counter. The wait for the results seem longer than anything else in the world.
I might be pregnant? Of all things to happen to me, this is the one? After two minutes pass, I check the test.
Obi-Wan and I have been together officially for a grand total of a few months, and now I'm pregnant. We've only done anything sexual once. It figures, the one time we do it, I get screwed over in two separate ways.
I lean with my back against the wall and slide to the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest. What am I going to do? I can't take care of a child on my own. I didn't even know the damn symptoms for pregnancy. I have no clue on how to raise a child. And it's not like Obi-Wan is going to be a major help, he's barely around with his jedi duties. And it's not like I have my parents or brother to fall back on. But my cousin is still alive and she has kids. She lives on Naboo, so if Padmé wants, she can easily come visit.
I can't raise a child in a small apartment with no job and little help. I also don't want to leave Obi-Wan. He'll either want what's best for me and the baby or to not leave my side.
Someone knocks on the bathroom door, making me pick my head up. "Cattleya?" Padmé calls out. "Leya, can I come in?"
"Yeah," I reply. The door slides up and Padmé walks in slowly. The door shuts behind her, and she walks over to me, kneeling next to me with her big brown eyes wide and concerned.
"I'm sorry," she says in a small voice. "Do you know what you're going to do?"
I take a moment to answer her question. Do I? I know what I want to do, and neither correlate to the other. "I know what I want to do."
She places a reassuring hand on arm. "What is it?"
"I want to go back to Naboo."
Her expression drops. "Why?" she asks. "You met a nice guy, you have a cute apartment. Why do you wanna leave?"
I sigh and brush off her hand. "You don't understand, Padmé. I don't have many options."
"Tell me so I can understand." Her voice begins to sound desperate.
I keep my gaze on the floor, at the solid white tiling. "I can't."
She moves in front of me so I'll look at her. "Why not? You're my best friend. All I want to do is help, and you're not letting me. Please." Her line of questioning is starting to irritate me.
My head tilts to the side as I look into her pleading eyes. "Padmé-"
"Is it something bad?" she questions. She seriously thinks I'd even consider being with someone who is a criminal? Granted, I have never expressed interest in any male, but still. The people I care about should at least give her some clue. "Is he a bad person? I'll still help you."
I abruptly stand, causing her to jump and fall back. "It's Obi-Wan! Okay?" I meet her eyes and her gaze softens, as does mine. Holding my hand out, she grasps it and I pull her on to her feet.
"I'm really not all that surprised," she tells me once she's steady.
My face twists up, confused. "Really?"
She laughs a little. "I remember when I was queen and you two met, you seemed so enamored by him. And you talked easily with him. I realized you kind of liked him when you asked if you could talk to him after Master Qui-Gon's funeral."
"It was actually before the funeral," I point out with a little hand gesture.
She pushes me a little and grins. "Whatever. Like I said, enamored." Padmé walks towards the door and looks back at me. "Come on. Let's go sit somewhere more comfortable than the bathroom floor."
I mock a pouting face. "But it's so comfortable in here."
"Oh, shut up." She rolls her eyes at me and walks out the door. I follow her and take a seat in the chair next to the bed while she sits on the edge of it. She crosses legs and looks at me expectantly. "So, how did it happen? How'd you get together?"
"Well, he came to visit a few times while I was still recovering, and we got closer. And finally we kissed and told each other how we felt."
Padmé shakes her head a little. "So anticlimactic."
I gape at her. "Excuse me?" Anticlimactic. Of all reactions.
She shrugs. "What? He's so focused on jedi tradition and rules. I thought it would have more pizazz."
I shake my head incredulously at her. "It was good to me."
"I know. And I'm glad." Padmé holds a supportive smile as she looks at me. "Although, I still don't know why you want to go back to Naboo. Sure, he won't be around all of the time, but it's better than nothing."
"I have no idea how to raise a child," I explain. "I need help. My cousin has kids, and they live on Naboo. I'm going to ask for her help."
"What about me?" Padmé asks. She gestures to herself for emphasis. "I'll help you. I don't know a whole lot either, but if you stay with me, you'll have Dormé, Threepio, and I to help you."
She'd do that? She would spend her time and resources to help me. This is why I love her. "I'll think about it. But what if people ask questions? I'm not good at lying. They'll ask all these terrible questions. And what if the father's identity does get out? I won't let Obi-Wan leave the Order, and I certainly don't want him to be forced out."
"Cattleya, Cattleya," Padmé repeats, holding her arms out in a placating nature to get me to calm down. "It'll be perfectly fine. I'm a politician, so I'll do the lying." She winks at me, making me smile a little. "Please seriously think about it."
I nod. "I will. I'll call you when I decide."
"Why call when you can just randomly show up with some of your stuff?"
The look of genuine honesty on her face causes me to snort. "You are unbelievable," I tell her, rolling my eyes. "Certainly something."
"Something to be admired, I hope."
I beam wholeheartedly at her. "Definitely."
