Anakin walked slowly back to the Jedi temple and back to Obi and his rooms. His master was sitting watching a holovid. Anakin walked past his master and sat in his room. He lay back on his bed, trying to clear his mind of the angry thoughts filling his head. Obi Wan knocked and entered to the sight of his grief-stricken pupil lying on the bed.
"Anakin, are you O.K.? You're emitting some very strong feelings through the force!" Obi Wan asked gently, "It's Padmé, isn't it?"
Anakin looked up at his Master as if considering whether to tell him something or not. "I've thought about her everyday since we met. She is the angel in my dreams. I love her, Obi Wan, I would die for her."
"Don't let emotions make you weak. You know nothing of love and you know nothing of dying for love." His master replied, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"And now she's pregnant. I love her; she is my strength. Sometimes I think of all I've lost, my mother, my friends, and I feel like never waking up again but then I think of her and I know why I should stay in this universe, but what hope is there for love amongst a universe full of evilness and anger."
"You're strong. Love survives no matter what, but you, Anakin, you have sworn you're life to the Jedi, you cannot break that commitment."
"One look in her eyes and you forget the rest, everything and the galaxy becomes whole and for one moment your life is perfect. Have you ever been in love, master?"
"Once," Obi Wan admitted, "I was very young, Master Qui Gon was meeting with Master Laro and I met his apprentice Paro. She had the most beautiful golden hair, blue eyes! Of course, I taught myself to forget her, and you will forget Padmé too."
"I will never forget her!" Anakin replied.
"Not if you tell yourself you won't," his master responded, "you must be willing to forget."
"It's not I that wants to forget!" Anakin retorted.
"Anakin, a Jedi cannot love."
"Humans love, Master, and I am human. I won't have everything dear to me pushed away until I am just some obedient droid kept to follow commands until death."
"Of course not, Anakin. You're spirit will always remain. A spirit which will help you forget Padmé. Anakin, it could never be," Obi Wan said standing up.
Padmé woke up next morning to find herself lying on the sofa with a velvet dress rolled around her body. She stood up cautiously only to be greeted by the now familiar feeling of nausea. She groaned and went into the fresher. After she had emptied the entire contents of her stomach she climbed into the shower and washed her hair.
She then put on a baby pink summer dress and went into the dining room to have breakfast.
She ate with Montée, Sabé, Latté and Etré. Padmé listened to the chitchat and playful banter between her handmaidens. Padmé however did not join in with them as she buttered her toast. She thought about Anakin and wished he had listened to her like a mature adult. She considered going to the Jedi temple to talk to him later but she never got to make the decision as at that moment a blaster ray hit solidly into the side of the table. The last thing Padmé remembered before going into a black sleep was a small movement in her stomach.
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