Oh, Possibilities
By infinitykat
Part 3: Double the Trouble
"I'm looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don't look different, but you have changed.
I'm looking through you, you're not the same."
A/N: Thanks for all the positive reviews. Enjoy this next chapter. (I'm such a slacker! Lol.)
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Padmé let out a painful yelp. Anakin winced as she gripped his hand even tighter than she had been for the last hour.
"Milady- just give me one more, one more push is all…" the midwife gently commanded.
Anakin closed his eyes and fell into the Force, trying to free his love of pain.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard a tiny cry. He opened his eyes and watched as the midwife gave the child to her assistant.
But, Padmé could not share his relief. She let out another yell and squeezed his hand again. The midwife whipped around and tried not to show her surprise.
"Uh- Just a few more, Milady-"
A second small cry met Padmé's ears and she slumped back into her pillows, exhausted. Seeing this, Anakin quickly grabbed a cool cloth from the bedside table and dabbed her forehead with it.
"Are you alright?" Padmé smiled weakly.
"Sure."
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"So, what are we going to call them?" Anakin asked. He held the boy in his arms. The baby giggled as Anakin stroked his chin and grinned.
It was several hours later. The sheets had been changed and Padmé and Anakin were now in their sleeping things. They sat together in her bed chamber, holding their children and trying to get used to the fact that they were parents.
Padmé thought about it for a moment.
"Well…I've had a little while to think about it…" she chuckled softly, "And my great-grandmother had this beautiful name. Leia."
Anakin looked down at the baby girl in her arms and tilted his head slightly.
"Leia." He said it simply and Leia looked at him, as to say, "What?" He grinned.
"What about him?" Padmé asked, nodding to the baby boy. Anakin sighed.
"Hmm…something simple. Like…like Luke!" Padmé laughed.
"Luke and Leia it is."
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The next few days were pretty uneventful. Padmé spent most of her time in bed, the birth had really taken it out of her. Anakin rarely left her side. There was no place he'd rather be. Reclining with his angel and their children was like a dream come true.
But of course, dreams end eventually.
It was Dormé who came to the door.
"Artoo has a message for you?"
"Alright."
Anakin stood and followed R2-D2 into a storage room where he could have a private conversation with the messenger.
"Okay, show me the transmission, Artoo."
A small hologram of Mace Windu appeared on a crate in the middle of the room.
"Anakin, the council requests your presence on Coruscant. Something has happened…
to be continued, of course. :D
Post Note: Sorry it took me about 500 years to finish this. School is so annoying. Anyway, review please!