A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while. School is unconstitutional. State mandated torture. Where's my due process? My habeas corpus! I hate President Bush. Wow, was that ever random. I also have a clothespin on my nose like Amy from Little Women. Okay, skipping forward, to the day of Anakin's homecoming (meaning Padmé is about 8 ½ months along.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. All I own is some crummy math homework, this computer, and some clothes. I need some caffeine. I'm going to get some caffeine and then write this pretty story. Wheee. Okay now.
I pull on another robe, over the two I already have on over my dress. There's still an evident bulge. Crap. It is so, so hot. I examine myself in the mirror again. Just a tiny little bulge, I convince myself. I wish I were taller. It wouldn't be so obvious, then. I still haven't talked to Anakin, he's still out in the Outer Rim somewhere. I don't know what we're going to. There's an obvious possibility staring me in the face, but I don't want to think about it.
I cannot quit the Senate. I will not go home to my parents in defeat. I cannot face my sister. It's just…not possible, but then again, that's what I told Anakin about our relationship three years ago. And that got me…well, this. I sigh and gingerly sit myself on the floor, against the wall. Crap, utter crap, now I have to get up.
The day gets even freaking better when I get to the Senate. The Chancellor has been kidnapped by, who else? Count Dooku! (I swear, people should listen to me.) Not that it'd be all bad if he were to be removed from office. Over the past months, Palpatine has taken over more and more of the government. If I hadn't know him since I was a little girl, I'd think he was out to take over the Republic and turn it into an Empire or something. But there is good news, such good news, along with that. Anakin is coming home! All the available Jedi have been sent to get the Chancellor back, and of course, war heroes Anakin and Obi-Wan are at the forefront. Then, though, we move on to regular business, which is thoroughly boring…and the Senate chambers are so, so hot, and suddenly, I am falling, falling, falling…