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A/n: Yet another chapter. Hmmm. I guess this is going to be my last. It's pretty much the epilogue. Yay!
"Lucas, sir, please to meet you." Anakin smiled kindly at the Jedi healer padawan, shaking his hand firmly.
"Lucas is it? Where is your master?" Lucas hurriedly explained, tripping over his words. Anakin nodded slowly, trying to comprehend the excited Jedi's speech. "She's on a mission to Karonia, and you are in charge of Senator Amidala. Did I get everything right?"
"Yes master Anakin," replied the respectful, lanky boy, bowing. Anakin gave him an easy grin, petting him on his shoulders.
"Relax, young one. You said your name was Lucas?"
"Yes master Anakin. Lucas Jader." Anakin nodded again. Lucas looked even older than Anakin's nineteen years, and Anakin felt awkward at being referred to as Master Anakin.
"How old are you, Lucas?" He finally asked, curious, as they made their way to Padmé's quarters.
"Twenty-two, Master Anakin." Anakin glanced at him, a wry smirk on his face. "Please, Lucas. No Master. I'm younger than you. I do not deserve that much respect. And I do apologize for my earlier sentence." At Lucas' quizzical shrug, he explained. "You know, for calling you young one, when I am, in actual fact, much younger."
"No, Master Anakin. You are much wiser. And stronger too. I dare not use my age to compare to your wisdom."
Anakin laughed. "One day you will have as much wisdom as me. And maybe even stronger." As they reached the door to Padmé's quarters, Anakin took in a deep breath. After she had woken up from her coma, she had time and again pushed Anakin away, for goodness-knows-what reasons. He had tried to ask the healers, but all they did was smile uncomfortably at him, and told him to be patient.
Oh, he had tried to be patient. He had already been very very patient, but seeing Padmé suffering quietly cracked his heart, slowly, painfully. Lucas cast him a questioning look, before opening the door. Anakin followed in, standing respectfully at one side as Lucas examined Padmé. Giving her some herbs and medicine to drink, he asked her a few daily questions, to make the medical examination seemed less awkward.
After the usual check-up routine, Lucas turned to Anakin with a nod, before packing his stuff and walking out of the room, leaving the two in privacy. Anakin fingered with the sleeves of his Jedi robes, his black boots shuffling the smooth floor as he headed towards the chair beside her bed.
"Hey," he greeted, with his trademark lopsided grin, giving him a cheerful look. But it was forced, as was his enthusiastic voice. Padmé seemed to noticed, and although she said not a word, her eyes showed a turmoil of feelings. She stared up at the ceiling, ignoring Anakin.
Anakin licked his suddenly dry lips, and sighed. He had enough. It's been weeks (two, to be precise) since she woke up and gave him the cold shoulder. If she was upset, then she should tell him. Damnit! He deserved the right to know why she was hurting him so. He had given her his heart, and it felt as though she was stepping on it. Bloody Sith! He was going to get it over and done with. If she rejects him, then he will gladly leave her, and even wish her happiness with someone else. Anakin was a possessive guy, but he also knew that forcing her would not make her happy. And if she isn't happy, he wouldn't be happy.
Taking a huge mouthful of air, Anakin calmed himself. "Padmé. Did I do something wrong? Please, tell me. Don't keep silent. I beg you; your silence is deafening. If I did something wrong, scold me, hit me, do whatever you want. Don't torment me."
For what it seemed like the first time since she woke up, Padmé turned to him, her huge brown eyes that seemed bigger in her thin and hollow face, studying him. "Torment?" She whispered softly.
Anakin leaned closer to her, and his voice caught in his throat. Slowly, deliberately, he enunciated. "You are in my very soul, tormenting me." He raised his head sharply, and his gaze focused on the door. Using the force, he opened the door, before turning to Padmé again. "There's the open door. You make the choice. If you want me to leave you alone and never bother you for the rest of my life, just say it, and I will walk out that door, and out of your life."
He stared into those lovely brown pools, and he silently begged her to take him back.
"Go," came the soft, hoarse voice.
Anakin nodded, and blinked the unwanted and unexpected tears that threatened to fall down his face. He will not cry. He cannot cry. Jedi don't cry. "All right milady. I've got it. I won't be disturbing you anymore." He reached into the deep pockets of his Jedi robes, and pulled out a wrapped box. "I." He looked down. "You lost the snippet of japor I carved for you," he explained coldly, sounding much like the Jedi protector that had come to protect her so many months ago. "You can throw it away, if you want to," he added, trying to be nonchalant about it.
He placed the box on the table and walked off, his head high with pride and dignity. His posture was stiff and straight and his strides were long and smart. He looked like a typical Jedi. His heart, however, was shattered.
"Ani!" A soft, broken cry seemed to echo around the room, just as Anakin was about to take a step out of the open door. He paused for a moment; he could not believe his ears. Turning his upper body, his eyes sought out the feminine figure on the bed. Padmé was holding on to the snippet of japor, like it was some important jewelry,
The pain seemed to softened and in its place, was happiness and love. He rushed to her bed, and held her tight.
"I'm sorry," Padmé sobbed into his broad chest. "Ani, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just had to keep you away. Away from me."
"Why?" Anakin whispered into her ears, his strong arms wrapping around her small frame, his hands running up and down her spine to calm her.
"Sidious," she said, bursting into fresh sobs. At the particular moment, Anakin wished he had torture the old man before killing him. Padmé buried her head deeper into his chest, and continued. "He said I was the key to turn you evil. I was the one who can ruin your life." She paused, coming up for air. Her tear-streaked face nearly caused Anakin to break down; every tear was like a stab through his just-been-repaired heart.
"I don't want to ruin you," Padmé said quietly.
"Oh Padmé, you couldn't possibly ruin me. I promise you, I will never turn to the dark side. I promise." He held her tighter to him, and he could feel her arms encircling his waist and torso. Giving her his lopsided grin, he kissed her gently on the forehead, before their lips met in a soft kiss, a pledge to their relationship.
***
"Twins!" Lucas announced, carrying both babies into his hand. He handed the girl to Padmé, and the boy to Anakin.
"So, what's the names of the two gorgeous looking babies?" Lucas, now a full-fledged Jedi healer and close friends of the two, asked curiously, comically raising his eyebrows.
Anakin stared at his son; he was so small, but good in the force. Anakin could sensed it, and with growing pride, he whispered to his son. "You'll be a Jedi." He tickled the baby in the chin, before looking up at Lucas, realizing something. Both Lucas and his newborn son had bright, shining eyes.
"Let's call him Luke," Anakin said, with a smirk at Lucas and a glance at Padmé, looking at her for permission. She nodded weakly, having just given birth to two beautiful babies. Looking down at the baby in her hand, she tried to think of a name for her.
"Leia," she whispered. The name came so suddenly to her, and she couldn't help but say it out loud. Smiling at the baby girl that was strugging to get out of the thick blanket, Padmé looked up at Anakin. "She's going to be a strong-willed girl," she said, with a laugh.
"Just like her mother," Anakin replied lovingly, sitting down on the bed, beside her. He gently scooped Leia up, and smiled proudly at his two children. Kissing Padmé lightly on the lips, he smiled his lopsided grin.
"Get ready galaxy! Luke and Leia Skywalker are here!" Anakin shouted, with a laugh. Padmé laughed along, and as if their happiness was contagious, both Luke and Leia broke into bright smiles.
"We're going to make it, aren't we, Ani?" Padmé asked.
"We are," he replied. "Count on it."
***
A/N: And that's the end! Hopefully it's good enough an ending!!! Please please please, seeing that this is the last chapter, REVIEW!!! =P
A/n: Yet another chapter. Hmmm. I guess this is going to be my last. It's pretty much the epilogue. Yay!
"Lucas, sir, please to meet you." Anakin smiled kindly at the Jedi healer padawan, shaking his hand firmly.
"Lucas is it? Where is your master?" Lucas hurriedly explained, tripping over his words. Anakin nodded slowly, trying to comprehend the excited Jedi's speech. "She's on a mission to Karonia, and you are in charge of Senator Amidala. Did I get everything right?"
"Yes master Anakin," replied the respectful, lanky boy, bowing. Anakin gave him an easy grin, petting him on his shoulders.
"Relax, young one. You said your name was Lucas?"
"Yes master Anakin. Lucas Jader." Anakin nodded again. Lucas looked even older than Anakin's nineteen years, and Anakin felt awkward at being referred to as Master Anakin.
"How old are you, Lucas?" He finally asked, curious, as they made their way to Padmé's quarters.
"Twenty-two, Master Anakin." Anakin glanced at him, a wry smirk on his face. "Please, Lucas. No Master. I'm younger than you. I do not deserve that much respect. And I do apologize for my earlier sentence." At Lucas' quizzical shrug, he explained. "You know, for calling you young one, when I am, in actual fact, much younger."
"No, Master Anakin. You are much wiser. And stronger too. I dare not use my age to compare to your wisdom."
Anakin laughed. "One day you will have as much wisdom as me. And maybe even stronger." As they reached the door to Padmé's quarters, Anakin took in a deep breath. After she had woken up from her coma, she had time and again pushed Anakin away, for goodness-knows-what reasons. He had tried to ask the healers, but all they did was smile uncomfortably at him, and told him to be patient.
Oh, he had tried to be patient. He had already been very very patient, but seeing Padmé suffering quietly cracked his heart, slowly, painfully. Lucas cast him a questioning look, before opening the door. Anakin followed in, standing respectfully at one side as Lucas examined Padmé. Giving her some herbs and medicine to drink, he asked her a few daily questions, to make the medical examination seemed less awkward.
After the usual check-up routine, Lucas turned to Anakin with a nod, before packing his stuff and walking out of the room, leaving the two in privacy. Anakin fingered with the sleeves of his Jedi robes, his black boots shuffling the smooth floor as he headed towards the chair beside her bed.
"Hey," he greeted, with his trademark lopsided grin, giving him a cheerful look. But it was forced, as was his enthusiastic voice. Padmé seemed to noticed, and although she said not a word, her eyes showed a turmoil of feelings. She stared up at the ceiling, ignoring Anakin.
Anakin licked his suddenly dry lips, and sighed. He had enough. It's been weeks (two, to be precise) since she woke up and gave him the cold shoulder. If she was upset, then she should tell him. Damnit! He deserved the right to know why she was hurting him so. He had given her his heart, and it felt as though she was stepping on it. Bloody Sith! He was going to get it over and done with. If she rejects him, then he will gladly leave her, and even wish her happiness with someone else. Anakin was a possessive guy, but he also knew that forcing her would not make her happy. And if she isn't happy, he wouldn't be happy.
Taking a huge mouthful of air, Anakin calmed himself. "Padmé. Did I do something wrong? Please, tell me. Don't keep silent. I beg you; your silence is deafening. If I did something wrong, scold me, hit me, do whatever you want. Don't torment me."
For what it seemed like the first time since she woke up, Padmé turned to him, her huge brown eyes that seemed bigger in her thin and hollow face, studying him. "Torment?" She whispered softly.
Anakin leaned closer to her, and his voice caught in his throat. Slowly, deliberately, he enunciated. "You are in my very soul, tormenting me." He raised his head sharply, and his gaze focused on the door. Using the force, he opened the door, before turning to Padmé again. "There's the open door. You make the choice. If you want me to leave you alone and never bother you for the rest of my life, just say it, and I will walk out that door, and out of your life."
He stared into those lovely brown pools, and he silently begged her to take him back.
"Go," came the soft, hoarse voice.
Anakin nodded, and blinked the unwanted and unexpected tears that threatened to fall down his face. He will not cry. He cannot cry. Jedi don't cry. "All right milady. I've got it. I won't be disturbing you anymore." He reached into the deep pockets of his Jedi robes, and pulled out a wrapped box. "I." He looked down. "You lost the snippet of japor I carved for you," he explained coldly, sounding much like the Jedi protector that had come to protect her so many months ago. "You can throw it away, if you want to," he added, trying to be nonchalant about it.
He placed the box on the table and walked off, his head high with pride and dignity. His posture was stiff and straight and his strides were long and smart. He looked like a typical Jedi. His heart, however, was shattered.
"Ani!" A soft, broken cry seemed to echo around the room, just as Anakin was about to take a step out of the open door. He paused for a moment; he could not believe his ears. Turning his upper body, his eyes sought out the feminine figure on the bed. Padmé was holding on to the snippet of japor, like it was some important jewelry,
The pain seemed to softened and in its place, was happiness and love. He rushed to her bed, and held her tight.
"I'm sorry," Padmé sobbed into his broad chest. "Ani, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just had to keep you away. Away from me."
"Why?" Anakin whispered into her ears, his strong arms wrapping around her small frame, his hands running up and down her spine to calm her.
"Sidious," she said, bursting into fresh sobs. At the particular moment, Anakin wished he had torture the old man before killing him. Padmé buried her head deeper into his chest, and continued. "He said I was the key to turn you evil. I was the one who can ruin your life." She paused, coming up for air. Her tear-streaked face nearly caused Anakin to break down; every tear was like a stab through his just-been-repaired heart.
"I don't want to ruin you," Padmé said quietly.
"Oh Padmé, you couldn't possibly ruin me. I promise you, I will never turn to the dark side. I promise." He held her tighter to him, and he could feel her arms encircling his waist and torso. Giving her his lopsided grin, he kissed her gently on the forehead, before their lips met in a soft kiss, a pledge to their relationship.
***
"Twins!" Lucas announced, carrying both babies into his hand. He handed the girl to Padmé, and the boy to Anakin.
"So, what's the names of the two gorgeous looking babies?" Lucas, now a full-fledged Jedi healer and close friends of the two, asked curiously, comically raising his eyebrows.
Anakin stared at his son; he was so small, but good in the force. Anakin could sensed it, and with growing pride, he whispered to his son. "You'll be a Jedi." He tickled the baby in the chin, before looking up at Lucas, realizing something. Both Lucas and his newborn son had bright, shining eyes.
"Let's call him Luke," Anakin said, with a smirk at Lucas and a glance at Padmé, looking at her for permission. She nodded weakly, having just given birth to two beautiful babies. Looking down at the baby in her hand, she tried to think of a name for her.
"Leia," she whispered. The name came so suddenly to her, and she couldn't help but say it out loud. Smiling at the baby girl that was strugging to get out of the thick blanket, Padmé looked up at Anakin. "She's going to be a strong-willed girl," she said, with a laugh.
"Just like her mother," Anakin replied lovingly, sitting down on the bed, beside her. He gently scooped Leia up, and smiled proudly at his two children. Kissing Padmé lightly on the lips, he smiled his lopsided grin.
"Get ready galaxy! Luke and Leia Skywalker are here!" Anakin shouted, with a laugh. Padmé laughed along, and as if their happiness was contagious, both Luke and Leia broke into bright smiles.
"We're going to make it, aren't we, Ani?" Padmé asked.
"We are," he replied. "Count on it."
***
A/N: And that's the end! Hopefully it's good enough an ending!!! Please please please, seeing that this is the last chapter, REVIEW!!! =P