She awoke in a sweat. One thought dominated Padme's mind, like an itch she couldn't scratch. As a reflex, she rolled over to see if Anakin had returned, perhaps he'd slipped in silently while she slept. But all she found were cold empty sheets. Sighing, she turned towards the window, looking out upon Coruscant's three moons that glowed softly, illuminated by the nighttime city life. Since she started showing she was no longer able to sleep in her usual position, forcing her on her side. Coupled with the fact that Anakin was off hunting Count Dooku, her nights consisted of tossing and turning before falling into a dreamless sleep, which was then disturbed by cramping or craving. Tonight was especially bad, she ached for a taste, to lick the salt from the edges. Being wrapped in warmth, feeling the give and pull as she indulged. "If only Anakin was here," she said out loud to her empty room, "He could go out and get them for me." All Padme wanted, all she could think about was some barbecue nachos. Of course it being nighttime in a busy metropolis, she could easily walk down to the open greasy spoon diner on the corner and order nachos to her heart's content. Anakin had given her strict instructions to not leave the apartment at night. Of course he was just being protective of his wife and unborn child, but Padme didn't appreciate being coddled. Knowing that she would be unable to satiate her craving, she tried to think about anything else. Pregnancy wasn't anything like she expected, since she was little she had romanticized beginning a family. But, now having to experience morning sickness, the urge to urinate anytime the baby moved, and the swollen feet all on her own was almost unbearable. She felt like a bloated mess most days, in a kind of twisted way she was slightly thankful that Anakin wasn't here to witness her petite figure double in size. She knew it was petty to feel insecure about her physical appearance, it wasn't like it was anything she could control, and looks fade anyway. She knew that Anakin loved her for more than her outwardly appearance, but she always put in a little extra effort when he was home. Padme wondered what Anakin was doing, she hoped he missed her as much as she missed him. And she also wished he was here to go out and get her some fucking barbecue nachos. With that last sentiment, Padme drifted off to sleep.