A/N: Ok, so I'm sooo sorry for not updating any sooner. I had this whole schedule planned out, but then school got in the way. I litterally spent the last few days of my summer doing AP assignments. So Now after two months have passed, I'm going to have another shot at this. To those of you who also read my other fic "The Apprentice", I just want to inform you that I didn't forget about it! I just had some serious writer's block for that story. The truth is that I had half of this story already written out, but I wanted to wait until I had my other fic ready for updating so that I could update both stories at the same time. i realized that my other story was no where near ready, so I just decided to update this chapter anyway. I don't know, I'm just rambling now. I guess I'll stop. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I promise to update MUCH sooner next time.

CHAPTER TWO

Threepio didn't know what to do. He was just a droid. The first thing he thought of was to comm Anakin Skywalker, but then he thought better of it. Master Skywalker had an important meeting with the Jedi High Council.

Suddenly, the speeder of Senator Organa of Alderaan appeared on Padmé's landing platform. Threepio shuffled out as quickly as he could to greet the Senator.

Bail jumped out of his speeder.

"Master Bail, it's so good to see you!" Threepio exclaimed.

Bail nodded, "Thank you, Threepio. Is Padmé still awake? Can I see her?"

Threepio nodded, "Right this way, Sir."

The golden droid led Bail to the living room, where Padmé was sitting on the couch looking very uncomfortable. She was beginning to have contractions.

"Padmé!" Bail exclaimed, happy to see his fellow senator.

Padmé smiled at seeing her friend. She began to stand up, and then whimpered in pain as she fell back to her seat.

Bail rushed to her side, suddenly worried. "What's wrong?"

"I—I think I need to go to a hospital."

Bail nodded quickly. He didn't ask any questions. Instead, he helped his friend stand up and led her to his speeder outside.

In a matter of minutes, they were soaring through Coruscant's night traffic, racing towards the nearest medcenter.

Padmé began to breathe heavily, her hand clutching her stomach.

Bail knew that Padmé was pregnant. He had always known. For the past couple of months, he held his suspicions. Padmé's belly would grow larger every week. Bail never said anything though. He thought it might come out rude. So he—along with Padmé's other colleagues—always kept his mouth shut.

Once they arrived at the medcenter, Bail called out for some help. He got Padmé into a hover chair and began running inside towards the front desk.

"Hurry!" Bail exclaimed, catching his breath, "This woman is giving birth!"

The nurse sitting at the desk suddenly stood up and took control of the hover chair, veering it towards the turbolift.

Another nurse approached Bail, "Are you a family member to the Senator?"

Bail shook his head, "I am just a friend."

The nurse bit her lip, "Well, we can't allow you to enter unless you are her family…"

"I don't think she has anyone else!" Bail cried.

The nurse raised an eyebrow, "Surely the father—"

"There is no one else! Just, please, let me go!" Bail pleaded.

The nurse sighed, and then motioned for Bail to follow her.

The Jedi High Council was sitting in their usual seats in the Council chamber. They were discussing Palpatine's treachery and how Anakin had saved the day.

"Well, Anakin," Master Mundi began, "truly noble of you to stand up to the Sith Lord like that."

Anakin shrugged, his mind being elsewhere. "I allowed the Force to guide my decision."

Obi-Wan, who was sitting next to Anakin, smiled proudly.

Truthfully, Anakin couldn't sit through the meeting any longer. He had felt an uneasy disturbance through the Force. Padmé needed him…

None of the other masters on the council felt anything strange.

"I'm not sure how the Senate will take news of this." Mace Windu said, and Anakin immediately turned his attention back to what was at hand.

"We will need to find a deputy chancellor to run things until we can find a suitable candidate to smooth things out. Although the war maybe over, we still have a lot of messes to clean up." Windu continued.

"We still need to hold funerals for the three noble Jedi who lost their lives to the Sith." Shaak Ti said.

The other masters nodded in agreement.

The holographic form of Yoda spoke out, "To the Temple, tomorrow morning I shall be arriving. Late now, it is. Tomorrow morning, things will be discussed."

With a simple nod from Mace Windu, Anakin knew the meeting was over.

Soon, Anakin rushed out of the room. He had to refrain himself from running down the vast corridors of the Temple.

He had to go find Padmé.

Unfortunately, Anakin was stopped by Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan approached Anakin with a huge grin plastered on his face, "Anakin, you have no idea how proud I am of you. The Council feels a lot more comfortable with you now."

"Why? I would have thought they'd kick me off the Council since the only reason I was on it in the first place was because of Palpatine." Anakin retorted.

Obi-Wan smiled at him, "Well, now they may want you on it permanently."

Anakin gave a small smile, "Thank you, Obi-Wan, for always believing in me."

Obi-Wan patted his friend on the back, "Of course, Anakin."

Anakin nodded at him, smiling, and then left.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin leave. He felt that his friend was very uncomfortable. Obi-Wan would have thought that Anakin would be boasting his usual ego since destroying the Sith. What was the matter with his old apprentice?

Obi-Wan bit his lip. It was wrong to follow him… He wasn't his Padawan anymore…

Yet Obi-Wan found himself getting into his speeder and following Anakin's Force signature anyway. His curiosity got the better of him.