He Came Back

Authors Note- Sorry, I needed another breath of Star Wars to get this going again. That, and I fixed the formatting (seriously, I think it took me this long to figure out how to do it). Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Suddenly, she awoke. Padme felt as thought she had suffered endless dream that had finally ended. Eagerly, she glanced around her entire bedroom, remembering everything that had occurred the night before. But every detail of the night before did not match those of her last memory. She still laid in bed, her side, and the balcony doors were still open, revealing a gray day.

But no Anakin.

Perhaps it was a dream, and that was her worse dear, but it seemed to be truthful enough. He wasn't there, not laying next to her as she had last seem him. Padme ran her hand along the mattress, ice cold. Tears dwelled in her eyes, he never came back. Even if he was in pain, and was suffering, that was good enough, she could have helped him.

Even if he had become- someone much worse than Anakin Skywalker.

Frantically, Padme threw on her robe and raced down the hall as fast as her weak legs would carry her. She stood on the other side of the courtyard door, hearing voices. One was Ben she was sure of that, but the other-

She punched in the code and the doors separated. Padme immediately ran into the arms of her husband.

On instant, she began crying the former tears of sadness being overwhelmed on his shoulder. She was practically screaming, pulling at his clothing as her body trembled. But he was calm, gently holding her as she so terribly missed, stroking her back.

" Oxygen, just remember that much" Ben said as he walked past them, leaving the room. The doors closed, leaving them in complete privacy.

Padme tightened her grip on him and managed to choke, " I thought last night was only a dream" through her tears.

His breath slightly hitched, " I didn't mean to scare you".

She felt herself smile, " you could have ran into my room with a light saber- again, and I wouldn't have cared". Finally, before one of them passed out, Padme let go and stood in front of him were he wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. She stared deeply into his eyes, which hadn't changed the slightest shade of blue. Gently, she touched on of the bandages on his wrist and whispered, " what really happened?".

Anakin pressed his forehead to hers, " does it matter?".

She nodded, and as he moved closer into body, she attempted to hold her in her stomach, " yes, I wasn't to know what happened to you".

" Not something that will ever happen again".

Padme pressed her lips against his, feeling the same sensation since the patio on Naboo not too long ago, " I thought you had become a dark lord".

" I could never do that" he whispered.

She placed a chilled hand along his cheek, " where were you?".

Anakin took a deep breath, " everywhere but here".

Her voice trembled, " don't ever leave again".

He cracked a smile, " I won't, I promise".

On cue, Ben made his second appearance into the courtyard, perfectly in the middle of their kiss. He grinned, " so you told him about the baby?". Padme jumped, becoming frozen, " okay, no you didn't".

Anakin mocked an eyebrow, " what baby?".

Padme's jaw fell as Ben quietly snuck away. Her eyes stayed locked on him as she desperately tried to find the words, " I'm pregnant....with twins actually" his reaction immediately began, " I never thought I'd ever get the chance to tell you- and I didn't want to tell you just yet, because of- everything".

He turned away from her, slightly panting, " how long?".

" Six months, until they're born. I'm sorry, I only found out the day after you left- and then Sabe told me it was twins yesterday. I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry".

The council had been angry enough about their ' secret wedding' before he ' turned to the Dark Side', perhaps blaming that on the marriage. But now children, two of them, and she thought she'd be alone. No one would ever have to had known their father was a Jedi, only her. They'd be a constant memory of him, but that wasn't necessary anymore.

" I'm not mad" he finally said, " there's no reason to be".

She inhaled deeply, " you can't handle this Ani, you need to recover from all this, physically and mentally".

Anakin faced her again, gently kissing her, " it's not going to take six months".

Another Authors Note- This is rushed because I wrote it on sleeping pills with the flu. Sorry for the delay, but the pills are kicking in.