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A/N: Yes, this is the chapter you've all been waiting for.

CHAP 5

Coruscant

Padme didn't know what to do. One minute her husband was standing in the doorway staring at her…and now he was throwing things.

Anakin had always had a temper. That was something Padme had learned the hard way, more than once. But as far as she knew, she had only forgiven him. Which was quite amazing, after some of the horrible things that he'd done. And he couldn't deny them, he had told her himself about the Order and about Palpatine.

What was there to be so angry about?

His eyes weren't blue anymore, that's for sure. But they weren't the yellowish color she had stared into on Mustafar, either. They were a sort of wild-eyed and mad red, and they were more than a little bit frightening. She cocked her head in his direction, and he was lifting his lightsaber up and down with the force, occasionally tossing it around and calling it back to himself.

"You forgive me. You forgive me. You forgive me?" Anakin muttered the sentence over and over, his eyes fixed on the saber he was floating.

"Ani…" Padme was confused. She had obviously upset her husband, but she still didn't fully understand why.

"Ani, I-"

"No it's alright Padme! It's…it's good that I've been forgiven."

Padme uneasily shifted, hearing Anakin snap at her like that. The events on Mustafar were still very fresh in her mind.

"Anakin, what is wrong with you? You're acting like you hate me."

She stared longingly at her husband, hoping to get some kind of clear reaction as to what he was feeling right now.

In truth, Anakin was angry. He didn't know why, either.

Because she forgives me. What have I done to deserve forgiveness? I don't need forgiveness. I haven't done anything wrong!

He thought long and hard about what she had said to him earlier.

I didn't betray you Anakin. I didn't bring Obi-Wan on that ship.

"Padme…did you let Obi-Wan on you ship?"

She blinked rapidly, confused as to why he was bringing this up.

"Anakin what…is that what this is about? Are you still angry at me?"

Her eyes unexpectedly shone with tears.

His did the same.

"Padme…you brought him there didn't you? You thought that I was dangerous. You thought..."

The corners of his mouth curled in an angry smirk. There was something he needed to know.

"You thought that I would hurt your child."

Padme gave Anakin a bewildered glance, then her eyes dropped to her lap.

"I…I didn't bring Obi-Wan on that ship."

Anakin could tell she was slipping around the truth.

"Alright, so Obi-Wan stowed away on your ship, without your knowing. But you still thought I would hurt your child."

Padme desperately tried to hold back her tears, gathering around the bottom of her eyes.

"Our child, Ani. Our child."

Padme looked up and smiled at her husband.

Outside the door where the reunion was taking place, Obi-Wan began to stir. His eyes opened, and he rolled onto his side. Shakily, he used his arms to sit himself up long enough to see where he was. After his eyes began to focus, he realized he was in a medical wing on Coruscant.

But why?

Instantly, his memories came back to him, in a jumble.

The Temple, Anakin a sith, Mustafar, find Anakin, Padme, Anakin's wife, Anakin hurting her, the duel, with Anakin, Anakin escaping, the hospital, Anakin…angry…choking…

Somehow, every disturbing memory of the past day or so was directly linked with Anakin.

Obi-Wan reached up to his neck, remembering their last encounter.

"NEVER speak of her in front of me again."

Why had he been so angry? What had Padme done?

Why was I given the task of training the most naïve, stubborn, and headstrong padawan in the history of the temple?

Obi-Wan really just wanted the painful feeling in his lungs to go away. They felt crushed.

He thought of the person who had befallen the same fate as he had at Anakin's hands.

Padme…where is she now?

He looked in the direction of Padme's delivery room, and caught the faint presence of another person. It took a moment to sink in and for him to react. He voiced his panic out loud.

"ANAKIN!"

He had to get to her. He had to save her. God knows what his corrupted apprentice would do to her in there. He had a habit of indirectly destroying those who he cared about.

Obi-Wan leapt to his feet, and hurriedly rushed to Padme's room.

Anakin had been smarter than he usually was.

Or maybe it had been Lord Vader's thinking.

Either way, the door was locked, and Obi-Wan could only watch outside silently, waiting. He found a chair, and sank into it, wondering what he would do next.

Inside, Anakin was in his usual position on the floor, and Padme was lying in her bed.

She had her eyes locked on her husband, admiring the man she fell in love with. She was disgusted to see traces of the man who had destroyed her husband lingering in his eyes. He had not spoken to her since she had told him that the baby was theirs, not hers. He had caught a sort of moody look in his eyes, and was now just sitting.

Anakin looked up to see Padme staring at him. Their eyes met, and he could see her tense up.

Padme was nervous, their eyes hadn't truly seen each other's in a long time.

Everything that he had been going through with that dream, she had never really understood. She had looked deep into his worried eyes, but never searched for the real truth of why he was so bothered.

"Anakin…" She paused, hesitant to ask the question.

He kept looking into her eyes, not really caring about anything right now.

"That dream you had? What was it like?"

She watched his relaxed form begin to become anxious, and he looked away as he spoke.

"I saw you lying on the table. You looked exactly as you do know. Except…except you were in pain."

He struggled through his sentences, his voice shaky as he relived the dreams.

"You were calling out to me for help…but I…I wasn't there. The baby was crying out in pain. You began to scream…and I could feel your life-force slipping away."

He continued, "Then the next time, your life-force was even weaker. I saw Obi-Wan next to you, telling you not to give up. But you were growing weaker, I could tell. You were struggling, and you told Obi-Wan you couldn't hold in. Then I felt you…almost….you almost…you just couldn't…"

Reliving those dreams were proving to be a problem for Anakin, as his rage began to return, for no apparent reason.

"I would never hurt you Padme. Never."

Padme's eyes widened in shock to this sudden statement.

"What...Ani?"

Anakin, who had been on the other side of the room this entire time, stood up and strode over to her bedside.

He leaned just inches from her face, and his red eyes become a crystal blue.

They were her favorite eyes. They were an electric blue the rivaled some of the most beautiful lakes in Naboo.

He just stared at her, and she could feel the heat from his body radiating onto her.

"I would never hurt you, or our children…Padme Amidala Naberrie."

Padme instantly remembered Mustafar, but let it go. She wasn't going to ruin the moment she had been waiting for.

Anakin had seemed to pick up on her thoughts, though.

"Forgive me..."

His lips curled into a beautiful smile, and he gave her a hopeful look.

She knew he was happy to be near her again, and she knew he was sorry.

Her eyes shone, and she whispered into his ear.

"Padme Amidala Skywalker."

She held up her wedding ring, and it gleamed, because she could hardly wear it.

He grabbed her hand, and held it firmly.

"I'm never letting you go, my love."

Anakin smiled, and thought of something he so desperately wanted to do, but wasn't sure if she was quite ready.

Anakin Skywalker always took the chance.

He leaned in, and pulled his wife into a passionate kiss, his left hand running along her beautiful face, tracing the outline.

Padme pulled away from her husband, beaming.

"Ani, I think my water broke."