Second chapter…the next few chapter will be very romantic. I am such a sucker for romance, so I

can't help but to inject some of it into my fiction. Read and review!

When I arrived back at the Palace, I saw columns of dark black smoke billowing from the Jedi

Temple. Anakin must not be hurt…what if the talisman was not functioning yet. I hurried back to my

chamber, and upon seeing no Anakin, or anyone who could provide me news of his whereabouts, I

changed into a blue dress with a billowing skirt. Anakin always loved the dress…I closed my eyes and

fearfully clutched my stomach. Walking out onto the balcony, I saw Anakin's ship off in the distance.

I anxiously waited for him to exit his ship and then ran into his arms.

"Oh, I saw fire from the Temple, and I was so worried," I sobbed, burying my head into his dark

robes.

Suddenly, I blacked out. All I heard was rushing wind. And then, I saw flashes, unpleasant

scenes of Anakin wielding a lightsaber against a youngling…Jedi being massacred…spewing

lava…two babies…a horribly disfigured and mutilated Anakin, burned almost beyond all

recognition…myself in a casket with flowers in my hair…Chancellor Palpatine standing with a figure in

heavy black robes. And then, I sat up panting…I was somewhere, in a bed. Beside me, I heard

someone else, breathing in and out with quick labored puffs. Could the talisman really have worked? I

shakily stepped out of bed and into the moonlight. My eyes had barely adjusted to the gentle light when

my lips were captured in the most explosive and passionate embrace that they had ever encountered. I

saw my love, my only love, and began to laugh.

"Padme…"

"Ani…"

"I had the oddest sensation…I saw you dead and in a casket," he said, choked with emotion,

"and I was burned beyond all belief. What is going on? The last thing I recall was massacring those

poor young…" he said, unable to finish.

I held him as his body racked with sobs of anguish. Once his sorrow subsided, he looked at me

for some sort of answer. Instead, I gently kissed his lips. He placed his hands on my newly flat

stomach and searched my eyes from some clue, a rhyme or reason to the events that led us here. I just

gently and deliberately pulled him back into bed, where bad dreams were forgotten until morning.

The next morning, I woke luxuriously and happily to the feeling of Anakin's arms around me.

The sun had just begun to rise, so I carefully extracted myself from his grip and found my robe in the

armoire. I padded into the kitchen, where I found that all the supplies I had ordered were delivered.

Let's see if I remembered how to make my father's famous White Clamdoastica and Cream of

Habonana Omelette.

A half an hour later, I plunked tow dishes down on the table in the dining hall. I also poured two

goblets of sweet nectar wine…all I needed now was someone to share it all with. As if by cue, I heard

the shuffling of feet and saw Anakin enter the dining hall star naked. I pressed my hand over my mouth

to suppress a giggle.

"What are you doing?"

"Coming for breakfast. The smell woke me."

"And it smelled so tempting you couldn't be bothered to cover yourself?"

"Exactly," he said, plopping down in the chair and taking a deep swallow of the win. We sat in

an awkward silence for a minute, and then I sighed, defeated. I stood up and removed my robe and then

sat back down.

"Now," he exclaimed, "that's much better. Let's eat!"

We launched into our omelette, savoring the delicious flavors…delicious, if I do say so myself.

"This is wonderful, Padme," Anakin said, looking into my eyes, "Too incredibly wonderful. I

know that I am going to emerge from this oddly realistic dream and return to the inevitably horrible

consequences of my alliance with Darth Sidious. Padme, please know that I did it for you. So...um I

love you always and forever, no matter what, and I'm sorry…so goodbye."

He said this so solemnly, and then rose grandly and in all his glory, left the room. I took the two

goblets of wine and quickly found him back in bed, with his eyes closed tightly.

"Go away, dream Padme. Let me return to the real world."

"This is no dream, Anakin," I said, "I have something to share with you. Something that will

explain everything."

He opened his eyes and roughly grabbed the goblet from my hand, draining it completely. Only

then did he look to me for an explanation. He listened silently for the most part, only interrupting to ask

a question of "When?", "How?", or "Who?". When I concluded, a look of skepticism clouded his

handsome face. But could I blame him? Was I not in my heart slightly dubious of Yoda's gift?

"Padme, if this is true, then what were those images from last night. Of mutilation, darkness,

and of…death?"

"Master Yoda said our places have been resumed by others."

"And our…" he trailed off, gesturing to my now thin waistline.

"They were born, I can feel it. But I suppose they have been taken care of. I know that Master

Yoda will care for them and ensure their safety. I imagine they have been separated to make certain of

this.

"I love you."

"I know…and I, you. And now, love is ours for all our lives."

"Do you wish to repeat the wonderful experiences of last night?" he asked with a devilish glint

in his eye.

"Why else would you come to breakfast with no clothes on? I should have known," I giggled as

he tackled me.