Dear A.S.,
I do realize it has been quite a while since I last wrote to you. I have been busier than ever at work. It has been a whole month since the chancellor was kidnapped. I know the Jedi have tried on numerous occasions to hunt the man who took him, Grievous. The Jedi have been to the darkest part of this galaxy and back, and still has had no luck.
In happier news, I spoke to Obi-Wan Kenobi last week; he was delivering me an update on the search for the chancellor as I have been delivering the same statements to the rest of the senate. I asked him if they have had any luck on your search. With bright eyes, he replied "Hasn't anyone told you? He never went missing. He and I have been busy with the Jedi's demands in other parts of the galaxy." I simply smiled as I realized that I hadn't spoken to Obi-Wan in a few months as well. Obi-Wan bowed then said "I must go milady, Anakin waits for me in the outer rim." I wished him luck, and watched him depart from my apartment. I sighed in relief, but was still worried by the fact that you have been in the outer rim alone for the past days.
Lastly, I went to a doctor here on Coruscant who I paid to not tell a word that I am pregnant. The droid ran full tests on my body, and the baby is healthy. I didn't want to know if it was a boy or a girl. I want you to tell me when you arrive home. Maybe you can feel what sex the baby is. What if I am carrying twins? I didn't want to know.
Anyways, I need a nap. Being six months pregnant can take a lot out of someone. I love you A. Come home safely.
Love
P.A.N.S