Back to the Future
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Spoilers: Possibly some.
"I do hope that you are not displeased with us for waking you up at such an intimate hour, Padme." He had breathed, the weight of abandoned sleep pressed heavily against his broad shoulders.
"I trust that you and Breha have good reason to call me at this time in the morning...and in your nightwear, no less." She had strived to laugh, but found it lost in her throat. She had been dressed no different, though she had found it necessary to pull a cloak over her fertile abdomen.
Breha had sighed, her hand binded to Bail's in a soft accent of love and devotion. Her dark red coils of hair untamed and messed. Her green eyes marked with nightless sleep. Breha had at least thanked the Alderaanian gods that she had at least chosen to wore an appropriate dress to bed.
Bail had been no better than his wife in his appearance. His face stubbled with fresh facial hair that would have been shaven away in the early rays of the morning sun. His dark brown hair knotted by the few hours of leisurely sleep that he had managed to consume.
It had bothered neither one of them, their physical appearance. There were more important things in life than what either one of them chose to wear in sleep or in the days that passed. Their dress was often quite simple, unadorned by jewels or design.
Padme had pressed herself into a seat, opposite of the royal Alderaanian couple. She had noted once that they had made a fine couple. Both strong, ingenius and loving. It had amazed her that two souls so alike could find each other in a sea of trillions.
She heard their love story whispered in the senate, many times. Bail had been a poor servant and college student, and Breha at the time was the crowned princess. It had been fate that drove the two together.
Breha had been going through the Alderaanian court gardens when she had found herself caught between a bushel of blood roses and the suitor that her father had insisted become her husband. Bail had heard the scuffle and arrested the suitor's unlawful attempts to force the princess to name him as her husband.
Breha had promised him anything that his heart desire and Bail had simply asked her for a mere date. They had married not long after.
"The Supreme Chancellor has been successfully rescued from Dooku and General Grevious." Bail stated, getting to the point quickly and efficiently. Craving the leisure of his bed.
He had clutched his wife's hands easily within his own. Her hands were tiny compared to his, as they removed themselves from the couch.
"Cos wants all the senators to be at a victory feast tomorrow for his two heroes...Master Kenobi and Skywalker if I am correct in assuming." Padme had nodded, it was only proper that they be some kind of celebration for the heroes.
Her heart had beated steadily at the sound of her husband's name. Her fingers had wormed over the mass that had taken on her belly. He would be home with her soon, in a matter of hours if he could slip away before the feast. If not then the shadows of night would hide them for a few hours before they were forced to once again part at day break.
Bail and Breha had tiredly stated their goodbyes. Leaving Padme, alone with her thoughts of misery and joy. Her husband was back on Coruscant and for a time that was all that mattered.