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I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS OR YELLOWCARD!

If You Come Softly

Summary: AU, during ROTS. Padme is married to another man under Anakin's wishes. But will her love for Anakin get in the way? And what is Padme's deadly habit? Can Anakin save her?

I'm finding my own words, my own little stage
My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heart ache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
Of friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles
-Yellowcard 'Rough Draft'

Chapter 8

"Because Padme, I loved you."

-:-

"And that is suppose to comfort me how?" Padme questioned as the shock washed over her. Hadn't he just said before that he wanted to be with her?

"It's just that Padme… You were right, we can't be together. But I will always care for you. It is what I will do." Anakin bit at his lip as he watched the woman in front of him. "You were right." He repeated and she starred at him.

"I was right… Of course I was right, I've never been wrong!" Padme said and walked out of the room making sure that he didn't see her crying. Now for sure, she couldn't tell him that she was pregnant and probably with his child. She sighed and sat down on her bed, letting her brown hair fall to her shoulders. She reminded herself only two more days of this before she could go home to Bail. Bail… Maybe she didn't want to see him at all.

How could her life be so screwed up?

-:-

(Two Days Later)

Padme sat at the head of the table and watched everybody around her. Obi-Wan Kenobi sat next to Anakin while all the other senators sat around them. Her eyes kept shifting back to Anakin who was talking to another person.

"Padme?" Sabe questioned and bent down next to Padme's chair.

"Yes Sabe?"

"Bail is here." Padme let a small gasp escape her rosy lips. Anakin could sense something was wrong and looked at her. He gave her a questioning glance, but she shook it off.

"Send him in." Bail Organa walked into the room and smiled as he kissed his wife fully on the lips. Padme could sense Anakin's tension, but he didn't say anything.

"Welcome Senator Organa." Everybody said in unison and Bail waved slightly.

"Hello everybody! How are you all doing tonight?"

"Good." Bail leaned down and his lips were a couple of inches away from Padme's ear.

"Need something?" Padme questioned through gritted teeth. She wore a fake smile on her face along with all the make-up that hid her sorrow.

"We need to tell them."

"Okay." Padme said and stood up. She had told Bail earlier about her being pregnant. If she was going to have this baby, she needed to believe that it was Bail's. Even though she knew that Bail probably didn't think that this baby was his because he hadn't touched her except for kissing her in a couple of months.

"Everybody, attention please!" Padme said and looked at Bail who was sitting down on her right side. Everybody looked up at her.

"Bail and I have an announcement to make." Padme paused as she looked around the table. Her eyes lingering on Anakin. "We are expecting our first child." She let the bomb drop and everybody's mouths were open slightly. Dorme who was sitting near Anakin with Sabe next to her coughed slightly before saying anything.

"When did you find out?"

"Two days ago." Padme confirmed and felt Anakin shift – surprised in his seat. That's the day he had told her that she was right and that they shouldn't be together.

"I am so happy for you!" Dorme said and looked around to everybody else.

"Yes, I am also very happy for you." Obi-Wan said and Padme mouthed a 'thank you' to him, she didn't want to look like a loser up here waiting for everybody when they all stayed silent.

"Well everybody return to whatever you were doing." Bail said and looked in Anakin's direction he knew that Anakin was clearly uncomfortable now. "I have to talk to my wife."

Padme who was now sitting and eating stopped what she was doing. "You do?"

"Yes dear, I have to talk to you."

"Well can't it wait until after dinner? All our guests are here." Everybody had stopped what they were doing and were waiting for them to finish their public argument. "That would be just rude Bail."

"Padme, I need to talk to you, I can talk to my wife whenever I please!"

"Whatever you have to say… You can say in front of the guests then can't you?" Padme questioned and gestured to everybody around them. "If you so desperately need to talk to me and I am not getting up."

"Padme." Bail warned and Padme just shrugged.

"It can wait until later then." Padme decided for them both until Bail grabbed her right arm roughly and dragged her out of the room. "What are you doing?" She questioned as he closed the door behind them. Nobody in the other room was talking.

"I needed to talk to you, you just made me angry."

"I don't deserve this." Padme answered and shook her head. "What is so important that you want to make me miss part of this important dinner?"

"It's about the baby; I think you should get an abortion."

"What are you talking about?" Padme asked clearly surprised, she let a gasp escape her cherry red lips and brought her hand to her mouth to cover it.

"An abortion Padme, you know what it is."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know that baby is not mine!"

Padme stood there in silence. "How?" She simply questioned.

"I don't need to explain myself. You should explain yourself."

"I am not getting an abortion." Padme told Bail firmly.

"You will get an abortion. When that baby is born, everybody will clearly see that that baby is not mine and will be suspicious that our relationship hasn't been going well."

"Well it hasn't!"

"That's why you're getting an abortion."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are." Bail said and brought his hand up and struck her face. Her pale cheek had a red hand mark on it and she cringed in pain. She raised her hand up to her face and stared at Bail. She was defiantly getting a divorce after this.

"I can get a divorce from you. I am going too." Padme corrected herself and Bail just laughed before raising his hand again and striking her again and again.

"If you deicde to do that Padme, then you'll be very sorry. I'll tell the Jedi's about Anakins' affair with you and he'll get kicked out of the order. Do you really want that?" He questioned as he kept hitting her. She didn't reply, she couldn't. "I didn't think so."

-:-

Twenty-two. She was twenty-two, twenty-two years spent in this galaxy. Twenty-two times that he had hit her. She had cried after that falling on her bed and never wanting to come out. She looked towards the closet where her blade was stored. She had brought it along with her. She looked around as she dried her tears and made her way to where her luggage was. She brought out the silver blade and looked at it. She sighed and brought it down to her wrist. She cut open part of her wrist and made the blood ooze out. She let out a small whimper before doing it again and again. She didn't whimper this time, just sat through the pain as her fears were let go.

She remembered why she had been addicted to this before and with that thought lingering in her head, she blacked out.

End of Chapter 8