Hi! Now that I've fixed my stupid error, I think you all deserve a new proper chapter!

Anakin tossed over in his blankets, a groan emitting from his lips. He had been trying to get himself to sleep since the early hours, ever since…oh, he was not even going to think of it.

He slowly began to open his ice blue orbs, that was, until he saw a girl sitting in the chair nearby. A yelp came, as he immediately shoved the blankets up against his bare chest.

"AUBREE!" he shouted, the girl giggling as she walked over to him.

"Good morning to you, too," she greeted with a smirk. "Now that you've waken me up officially, can I ask what we're doing today for my Mom?"

Anakin frowned, confused for a moment. "Aren't we here to just sort of protect her?" he questioned, his eyebrows raised.

Aubree gasped, leaping onto the bed beside him. "You don't know what today is?" she asked in a hushed tone, as though he had spoken of murder.

"No…" he replied, expecting her to explain. She smacked a pillow, just barely missing him. "Hey!" he barked, knowing that her reaction was inappropriate.

"Wake up and smell the dahlias, Anakin! TODAY IS MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY," she said with hushed anger, as she double-checked to make sure the door was still shut.

Anakin mentally punched himself, realization hitting him. "You're right…I need to do something," he whispered in awe.

Aubree grabbed him by the shoulders. "Yes, you do. Now listen up. I understand if Jedi don't know how to cook. I do. I can make breakfast, and you, being the little crushing Jedi, can deliver it. And I already have plans for you two," she explained hastily.

Anakin had to admit, her plan sounded good. Especially about the cooking thing…he had tried one time on a mission with Obi-Wan and the nice way to say it was that the room got a little crispy. "Okay. But can you at least tell me the other half of your plan?" he questioned. The girl simply smiled, as she stood up and walked towards the door.

"It just happens to involve a romantic scene along with me being quite distracted at the times," she said with a wink, as she walked out.

"Later, Lover boy."

Anakin stood in front of the doors leading to the master bedroom suite, hesitantly knocking. Aubree stood behind a plant, thumbs up directed at him. He nodded as he tried to fight the nervousness that had built in his chest. He had known Padme since he was a child, so why was he so nervous?

Padme opened the doors, as she greeted Anakin with a smile. "What's this?" she asked, surprised by the tray.

Anakin stumbled over his words, his tongue-tying. "I…Aubree and I made you this," he said, trying to force words out of his mouth. She looked so beautiful…her robe covering her silk nightgown, the curls tumbling down her shoulders. And those eyes…

"Anakin?" a voice snapped him back into reality, as he shook his head violently. Padme had sat down in the room, a confused expression on her gentle face.

"Yes?" Oh, he would do anything for those eyes…those kind eyes. She smiled, as she motioned for him to come in. He obliged, sitting on the foot of the bed.

"You know…this is really good," Padme remarked, picking up a piece of bacon and munching on it thoughtfully. Anakin grinned, as he accepted a bite from Padme.

"Yeah…your daughter is great at cooking," he remarked. Padme paused, almost spitting out her food.

"H-How did you-" she began, until he interrupted.

"She told me. Yesterday, after you…" he faded out, as he stared at the floor.

"Oh…" she replied, as she rested a hand on his shoulder. "Aubree is a great girl. I just…"

"You just what?" Anakin pressed, wondering what she meant. Padme sighed, as she stood up and sat beside him.

"I just wish that I had waited. I love her with all my heart, but I wish I had not chosen to make that mistake. I loved her father but…I don't think I loved him enough to give myself away to him. That's why I am where I am today," she said quietly, tears forming in her eyes.

Anakin wrapped an arm around her shoulders, half-smiling. "You turned out amazing, Padme. Aubree is a sweet, kind girl just like how you were when I met you. And I know that whoever you loved…that there was no doubt that he did. I mean, who could not?" he replied, immediately regretting his last words. Padme turned towards him, narrowing her eyebrows.

"What did you say?" she asked. He shook his head, mumbling incoherently. She nodded, as she stood up.

"So what did you want to do today?" he asked as Aubree walked into the room. The girl wore instead of her blue pajamas green tunic-dress wither darker green sleeves.

Padme sat there thoughtfully, as Aubree came to sit on her other side. "Morning, sweetie," she greeted, kissing her daughter's dark hair. The girl smiled as she hugged her around the waist.

"Good morning! Did you like our breakfast?" she asked with a grin. Padme wrapped her arms around her, smiling warmly.

"Yes, I did. I can't decide what to do today…any ideas?" she questioned. Aubree tapped her chin thoughtfully, though Anakin could sense her mischief.

"The meadows," she said finally. "I wanted to see them, the ones with the waterfalls that I used to see in paintings."

Anakin sought confirmation from Padme, who had smiled more vibrantly than he could ever recall.

"That sounds wonderful, Bree. We can go as soon as I'm dressed," she said, as Anakin stood up and walked out.

"That may take awhile…"Aubree whispered to Anakin as they walked out, the Jedi Padawan forcing himself not to laugh. As they stepped out, they could hear Padme bark at them, "I HEARD THAT!"

And much to neither of their surprises, the two burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs. Much to their surprise, Padme was ready within twenty minutes. Anakin almost passed out at the beauty standing before him.

Padme wore a golden dress with her hair in messy buns and a curly ponytail down her back. Wild flowers danced across the patterns, and he found himself resisting not to sweep her off her feet. Only Aubree pinching his arm prevented him from drifting off into madness.

"OW!" he yelped, as Aubree shook her head at him.

"Relax, it's my mom. If you act natural, then it won't matter if you're tripping over your feet on the inside," she whispered with a feisty grin. "And Tip One: She loves a good listener. She can talk about anything, and nothing pleases her more than a good listener and a polite response."

Anakin bowed his head curtly, as he motioned for them to walk towards the boats. This was going to be a long day…

Aubree skipped through the fields, her dress twirling in the breeze. A simple green tunic with sleeves was perfect, the length just barely long enough to consider a real dress. She had been going off many meters, leaving Anakin and Padme space. After all, if she was going to play matchmaker, she needed to leave them the room and let the pieces fall where they may.

She glanced over at the couple, fighting her laughter. They were wrestling on the ground, their own delight expressed. Aubree watched them from the distance, seating herself down on the meadow floor.

She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes, as she lay back against a boulder. She was about to doze off until she heard a loud roar erupting from a distance. She gasped, lifting herself up on top of the boulder supporting her.

All she could recall were crimson, hunting eyes and the glow of a cereulean blade before darkness engulfed her.

You haven't been too good about the rule. But I figure since it's the school year, I'll lower it to 4 reviews. K?

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