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"Ani?"

Upon hearing the familiar sweet voice of Padme, Anakin's blue eyes lit up. His heart raced as swung around quickly to face her

The sight of the Senator instantly wiped away the smile on the young Jedi's face. He could easily sense something was wrong with his secret wife. Not just from the solemn look on her face, but with the help of the Force.

"What's wrong, Padme?" Anakin asked.

Padme gazed up at him. Her hazel eyes were filling with seriousness that he could tell could not be ignored. Something was definitely troubling her.

"Is the baby?" Anakin asked, glancing at Padme's stomach that was carrying their secret child.

"It's not the baby, Ani." Padme shook her head. "It's you…"

"Me?" Anakin exclaimed, blinking with astonishment.

"I have to ask you…"

Padme paused, took a deep breath, then let out to her husband what she had plaguing her mind.

"What's the real reason you slaughtered all the Sand People?"

At once, Anakin's face filled with rage. His handsome features were tarnished by a deep glare. His robotic hand clenched into a fist at the turbulent memory his wife brought up.

"Why did I slaughter all the Sand People?" he growled fiercely. "Is it not obvious, Padme?"

"Was it because they killed your mother?" Padme asked.

"NO!" Anakin roared. "There's a far bigger reason why I killed them all! And not just the men, but the women, and the children too-"

Padme held up a hand, silencing her husband before he could repeat his rant which she had heard from him before.

"Why, Ani?" she asked calmly. "What was the true reason why you killed all the Sand People?"

"BECAUSE THEY'RE SAND PEOPLE!" Anakin screamed, putting such emphasis on the name of the very thing he intensely detested. "I HATE SAND! SO I HATE SAND PEOPLE! I HATE THEM!"

With his eyes turning a sinister bronze colour as the Dark Side proceeded to corrupt him, Anakin used the Force to pull out his lightsaber. He hollered in rage as he ignited his Jedi weapon before swinging it around, using it to slice through and trash up the lounge in his rage.

Being used to her husband's childish tantrums, Padme hardly batted an eyelid to what he was doing. She simply left Anakin to have his violent outburst as she stepped out onto the balcony of their house. She gazed down at her pregnant tummy - having no idea it was carrying not one, but two babies.

"I hope you don't pick up your father's short temper, my dear," she murmured, gently rubbing her stomach. "I'm sure he'll sort out his anger management by the time your born. Your daddy can't possibly get any worse than this, right?"


The end.