Hello random people! Well, maybe not random, more like 'loyal readers.' Whatever! Okay, this chapter is taking a different turn than my original plan, but I'm going to let it take me wherever it may go. I have to warn you that this is a MUCH more humorous chapter than the first one, so if you only like drama and hate comedy, don't read it. I'm sorry that we're getting away from so much drama here, but I can only take so much! I'm a comic person, ok? I couldn't hold it in! Anyway, I proudly present to you, CHAPTER 2!
After a rather peaceful night together, Darth and Lady Vader had fallen asleep. He lay with his arms around her waist, protective of what was his, sighing with content at the soft roundness of her belly. Dawn had just broken, and though his Jedi instincts told him it was time to get up, he savored the feeling of warmth and domination he had right here.
Padme was just waking, in those silent hours (like on weekends ;)) when all seems right in the world, a great dream from the night before is still fresh in your mind, and your eyes are not yet opened to the cold, unfeeling light of day.
He slid his hand from around her waist down to her thigh and caressed her softly. His touch only prolonged her state of half-waking, and a smile crept to her lips. Happily she scooted her back closer to his bare chest, until Anakin began stroking her hair. She shivered as he pushed her hair to the side and she felt his hot breath on her neck. His lips connected with the skin there, awaking her further. Seizing the opportunity, he was now nearly laying on top of her, covering her mouth with his. They stayed there for a while tasting each other. He slowly released his liplock on Padme and gazing into her doe eyes, which were finally fluttering open. Smiling, he said softly, "Good morning."
She smiled wider and backed up to get a better view of him, propping herself up on her elbow. "I love you," she said, remembering the events of last night. He leaned in for another kiss, but she pulled back further, smiling coyly.
"Lord Vader," she said, pulling back the blankets to get up, "I think it's time for breakfast!"
His smile almost left as she pulled away, but her attitude was anything but hostile to him, and he knew she was just playing. Well, he thought, two can play this game!
He got up and grabbed his commlink. "I'm going to call someone who could be very helpful in this plan."
Padme looked at him. "Which plan? I'm sure you have several."
"The galactic domination one. Now, if you'll excuse me." He hit a speed dial button and walked into the next room, sliding the door closed behind him. Padme heard him say, "Hello. Listen, I need you to…" before the door closed.
Just then her commlink beeped. She picked it up, sighing. She hated chatting on the phone before breakfast! Annoyed, she answered it and said, "Hello?"
The voice of her husband came over the line.
"Good morning honey! What's for breakfast?"
She rolled her eyes and grinned, heading for the door of the room he had disappeared into. He would pay for this. She pressed the button to open it, only to discover the devious Lord Vader had locked it! Hearing his laughter at her futile attempts to open the door over the comm, she raised it to her mouth again. "Nothing if you don't open this door, Master Jedi!"
"Excuse me?" came the reply.
"You heard me!"
"What did you call me?"
"Master Je- ANAKIN! Just open the door!"
"Why?" he said, a smile replacing the cold tone in his voice of a second before.
"Because I said so?" Padme answered uncertainly.
"Wrong answer," he said, unlocking and opening the door in one fluid motion, taking her by surprise. Leaning up against the doorframe he said, smiling, "Because I said so."
"And like I said before, what's for breakfast!"
She hung up, not needing the connection anymore. "Well, what do you want?"
He brightened at the question. "Well, let's see, umm, something about, say, three courses? Lets start with some fruit, and then…" He trailed off seeing the 'Are you frickin kidding me you moron?' look on her face. He quickly changed his mind.
"Cheerios are fine."
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Cheerios? Anakin, you don't even like Cheerios. And because of that fact, we don't even have any!"
"Oh. Pancakes?"
"Anything for you, your majesty," she said sarcastically, walking to the kitchen. Remembering something, she popped her head out the door and looked at him. "How exactly am I supposed to help in this 'Galactic Domination' plan if yours anyway?"
"Oh, I'll keep you around, you know? I think you'll look great on the 'Skywalker for Chancellor' posters!"
"The Skywalker for Chancellor posters! Anakin, you can't be serious! Not to be a pessimist, but, umm, your not exactly the greatest politician," she finished, frowning.
"I know. That's why you're running for Chancellor. Why would I put YOUR picture on MY poster? It's YOUR poster! I think you'll make a great chancellor! And this way, I get to be your advisor. It's perfect." He concluded proudly.
Padme was taken aback by this. "So you're making me your pawn? Anakin-"
"No, no, no, NO! Of course not, Padme! I would just advise you on the harder decisions that you might need help with." Whether you want it or not, he thought. "But for now, until the babies are old enough, say maybe, 18 months, I can be the Chancellor."
"Ani, nobody is going to vote for you."
"Which is exactly why I'm appointing myself. Remember I was the Chancellor's second in command. It'll only be for a year and a half or so, and you can advise me if you feel like I need advising." He said this last part rolling his eyes.
Now it was Padme's turn to roll her eyes, "Anakin, you always need advising. Seriously."
"So, where's my breakfast?"
"Anakin Skywalker, did 15 years of Jedi training teach you nothing about PATIENCE! Now go take a shower or meditate or something while I make your pancakes!" she said as she returned to the kitchen.
He stared after her and went to put on his shirt for the day, picking it up off the floor from where it had been flung the night before. He hadn't even succeeded in pulling it over his head when he heard a shout from the kitchen.
"I told you to take a shower! And don't even THINK about putting on a dirty shirt! Give it to me, and I'll wash it later."
"But Padme, that's my favorite shirt!"
She laughed quizzically at him, raising an eyebrow. "Anakin, you have like five of them and they're identical."
"Well, that's my favorite cuz I wear it all the time!"
"How do you know it's this one and not one of the other four?"
"Because I haven't taken it off in a week," he said meekly.
"Eww! Anakin, that's disgusting! Alright, mister, I'm washing that shirt right now!"
She marched into the bedroom and snatched it from him, glaring irritatedly (A/N: Is that even a word?) at him. He watched bewildered as she strode out.
"Hey! But I wanted to wear that one today!"
"Like I said, you have four other ones."
"But-"
"If you don't want to wear another shirt between the time you're done showering and it's clean and dried, than just don't wear one!" She changed her tone and fluttered her eyes at him, "I wouldn't mind."
"Ok, then, I won't! But don't be getting any ideas, woman."
He walked into the refresher, throwing off his pants at the same time. Padme smiled and collected them. They probably hadn't been washed for a while either. The door closed and she heard the shower start, and she walked to the laundry room, smelling his shirt. Ugh, she thought, first smelling the sweat, then feeling it. But it was definitely Anakin's. She could tell it was his favorite, it was so worn. He had obviously been fighting a lot recently, she could tell from the dark, damp spots on the front. She took a last sniff of his shirt and then dumped it in the washer along with his pants. Padme then decided to go make "His Majesty" his pancakes.