A/N: Okay, here is Anakin's arrival home. School sucked. (Duh, when doesn't it?) I missed debate club and I did the wrong vocabulary for English. If my teacher fails me on it, I'll get a C. In English! Me! That's just…wrong. I cannot get a C in English…I'm freaking out! hyperventilates into paper bag. On a positive note, Gilmore Girls referenced Star Wars like 5 times! Yay!

Disclaimer: George Lucas still doesn't want my math homework. Darn.

It is cold and white when I wake up. I'm alone in a small, white room, wearing- to my horror- a hospital gown that shows…well, my condition. Questions flash immediately through my mind – Who brought me here? Have I been examined? Does anyone know?

I am about to have a major panic attack when a medical droid walks- floats- in.

'Hello, Miss Padmé. May I examine you?" it asks.

"No, no, no way!" I yell, pulling the covers up to my chin. "I'm perfectly all right, just overheated. Now, if I could have my clothes back, please?"

"Of course," it says to my surprise and relief. I don my clothes and take an air taxi back to the Senate building, as it turns out, just in time for Anakin's arrival. I see him through the crowd, standing with Obi-Wan and Palpatine. What was once a ship is behind them, still smoking. I shudder, thinking of what could have happened to them, would have happened if Anakin hadn't been aboard that ship, the amazing pilot that he is.

I watch Anakin break away from the crowd, but he is followed by Senator Organa. They are coming toward me, so I slip behind a pillar. I don't want to face Bail's questions about my fainting episode today. I follow them, pillar to pillar, until Ani excuses himself from Bail, wait until he walks away, and then slips into my arms. He kisses me, deep and slow and almost painful with the intensity built of the almost nine months we've been apart. It starts a slow burning through me, warming me up, leaning me toward Anakin like a flower opens to the sun. But, as always, I am the practical one.

"Not here, Ani," I tell him. He grabs for me again.

"Yes, here!" he cries petulantly.

"Anakin-" I try to cut him off.

"No- I'm tired of keeping secrets, Padmé, I don't care if they know we're married!" he says.

"Anakin, you don't mean that. We need you, the Republic needs you," I say, echoing words he once said to me. He reaches for me again, and I can't help it but I'm shaking with the intensity of all the things that have happened in the past months.

"Padmé, you're trembling. What's wrong?"

"No-nothing. It's just that- you've been gone so long- and it's been so hard- I've had to-"

"Is there someone else?" he asks harshly. I pull back, incredulous.

"No! Anakin! Nothing's changed, you still don't trust me!"

"What is it then? Something bad? Are you sick?"

"No, no, something wonderful. Ani- I'm pregnant."

"Wha-?" shock and then joy wash over his face, and he pulls me closer, feeling the curve of my stomach against him. "Oh, oh, I can feel it!" he exclaims in wonder, and I laugh. We will pull through this, together. After all, my Ani is the Hero with No Fear. He can do anything.