Thanx for the reviews everyone! Yes, Abbé and Palo will try to tear them apart but… We can't have that can we?

/Hint: Imagine Abbé as "Sienna Miller" & picture Palo as "Jude Law"/

·•Sorry to everyone who loves Jude&Sienna but…
I personally dislike them•·

Title: Temptation
Author: May/Juvie
Rating: M
Summary: Anakin Skywalker walks out of the Jedi order to stay with a seven-month pregnant Padmé. ROTS
Disclaimer: I made all this up. All belongs to George Lucas!

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(¸.·´ (¸.·´·Chapter III: Abbé ·•

"So." Anakin drawled. "This is where we're staying?" He asked, looking around the plain beige house.

"Living." Padmé corrected. She smiled at him before walking up-stairs. She admired the burgundy highlighted on the walls and the purple/red marble tainted on the floor. Anakin came behind her and slid his arms around her waist.

"Whaddya think?" The realtor walked into the room. Padmé smiled.

"We'll take it." She said.

The realtor nodded and grinned. "Great. That'll be three thousand credits." He simply said. Padmé and Anakin slumped. I forgot about credits. Padmé thought.

She smiled remorsefully. "Can we have a moment please?" The realtor nodded and closed the door. Padmé whipped her head around.

"Ani! Credits? We don't have any credits whatsoever." Padmé whispered. "The senate took all of my credits."

"Look Padmé, we can find other houses or apartments." He said softly. She looked around the room shaking her head.

"I can't Anakin. We love this house." She said quietly. "It's a big home and the baby will love it as well." She smiled and patted her abdomen happily. Her smile was replaced by a worried frown. "What are we going to do?" She asked. Anakin closed his eyes and dropped his head. He sighed then lifted his head. He gently kissed Padmé and walked towards the door. He closed the door to which Padmé assumed Anakin was speaking to the realtor. After a few seconds, Anakin came in the room, guilt plastered on his face. Padmé became more concerned.

"What did you do?" She asked anxiously. He sighed.

"I used a mind trick." He explained. She looked down and swallowed hard. "Padmé," He sighed. "I did it for"—

"Us." She nodded in understanding. "I know, I know." She nodded slowly. For a very long moment, there was silence. Padmé finally spoke. "I feel like we're criminals. Is this how we're going to live our lives Ani?" He looked down. She bit her lip. He put his arms around her and held her tightly. After a few moments, they seperated and she smiled wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Anakin knew this was still bothering her but didn't want to say anything.

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Now they were strolling in the park, in disguise. Anakin was wearing a brown tunic with back pants and coffee colored boots. Padmé was wearing a heavy gray robe with a hood attached. Padmé kept talking about how the baby needs nurturing, caring, and love. Like he didn't know this before. Shockingly he was interested on the next subject she brought up.

"What do you think the baby's sex is?" She asked. "I'd like a boy." She added.

"How do you know it's going to be a boy?" He asked.

"Mother's intuition." She laughed.

"It's going to be a girl."

"How do you know it's going to be a girl?" Padmé asked.

"Father's intuition?" They laughed. They stopped walking and sat on a bench. Padmé was unsure of this; she had a strange feeling of déjà vu. She tried to ignore it but she couldn't help but notice… Oh no.

She looked at Anakin with concern. Anakin caught her reaction.

"Padmé are you"—

He was interrupted by another voice. "Well, well… if it isn't Anakin Skywalker."

Anakin grimaced. He turned around to see Abbé with hands on her hips. He held Padmé tightly. "What do you want?"

Her lips formed into a sultry smile. "You."

Padmé studied her. She was wearing a strapless white shirt with shorts high above her thighs. Her long blonde hair, her long lean legs, and her strap on high heels made Padmé sick and envious all at once. "Go away, Abbé." Anakin growled. Abbé crooked her head to see who was hanging on Anakin.

"Who's she?" She faked a smile. Anakin had to smile at this.

"Why should I tell you? I'll only hurt you more." He grinned. "So… This is my wife, Padmé Skywalker." He grinned as he held her hand. Abbé snarled at her. Once she saw her swollen belly, she tightened her fists. Abbé blinked.

"Who's the father?" She spat. Padmé just glared at her. She forced a smile.

"Well, nice to meet you… Abby."

"Abbé." She corrected. Anakin stifled a laugh.

"Yes well… we have to get going." Padmé stood with Anakin.

"Well, good luck with your new life. Enjoy while it lasts!" She frowned. Padmé looked away and started walking. Anakin started following her until Abbé grabbed his wrist and leaned closer to him.

"I will get you Anakin." She whispered. "You will love me as I love you." She smiled. Anakin scowled at her then gently pushed her off. He chased after Padmé. Abbé stood there smirking. Sooner or later… You will be mine. Staying with that thought, she walked the opposite way.