FINALLY! This my followers, is the plot point I have been building towards since I started writing this story! And after 10 chapters It is finally here! This chapter may jump around a bit but I was dying to get to this part and I just couldn't drag it out any more! I hope you like it!

Happy Reading!

-DFD

Chapter 10

"What?" Anakin asked between coughs as he choked on his drink while he and Padme ate lunch in the cafeteria. He hadn't expected her to say what he thinks she said. And to say it when he had a mouthful of soda no less.

Padme covered her laugh with her hand, and waited a moment for him to recover before she spoke. "You heard me," She said. "I think we should try to have a baby."

It has only been about three months since their wedding and while they had talked about having kids someday, he hadn't expected someday to apparently mean… now. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Not that I don't think- what I mean is… how long have you been thinking about this?"

His wife gave a shrug, "A while. I mean, it's not unheard of to have kids now is it?"

"Of course not," He said, running a hand through his hair, "But… are we even ready for kids?" It was a valid question. While things are obviously going great for them, he couldn't help but worry given how difficult it was for his mother to raise him. True, his mother was alone and he and Padme were in a much better financial situation, but that didn't change his desire to have kids when they actually were ready for them.

"I think so," She said. "And I'm almost thirty-one. The chance of conception is less and less every year after I turn thirty-five."

"That's years from now," Anakin argued.

"Yeah, but if we plan on having more than one we should start sooner rather than later, don't you think?" She was right, obviously. And they had talked about having at least three, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was too soon. "Unless… you changed your mind about-"

Anakin shook his head, "Never," He said. "I just… Are you sure? Absolutely sure?" He asked.

She smiled and reached across for his hand, "Ani, I've never been more sure. There is nothing I want more than to have a baby with you."

He smiled and laced his fingers with hers, "Well, I guess I should make sure I don't have to stay overnight with any patients for the next few weeks," He said with a smirk. "It's going to take a lot of work to make a baby." His wife gave him a smack on the chest but he simply laughed and brought her hand to his lips. He was definitely looking forward to going home tonight.

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Anakin smiled as he walked through the front door of the apartment. The smell of candles assaulted his senses as he threw his jacket on the coat rack and he looked around the dark apartment. The flickering of small lights caught his eye coming from the bedroom which must be the source of the floral scented candles. Kicking off his shoes, he followed the light and the sight that greeted him when he stood in the doorway pleased him immensely. Laying on her side, wearing nothing but a thin red lace nightie, was his wife. She smiled at him and beckoned him towards her with a curl of her finger and he was not dumb enough to refuse her, moving towards her, he crouched on the floor beside the bed, resting his chin on his hand. "You're really in the mood tonight, aren't you?" He asked with a smirk as he reached out to trace the curve of her breast with his index finger.

"Aren't you?" She countered with a raised brow.

He laughed and climbed on the bed with her, laying on his side facing her as he cupped her cheek and slid his hand down the column of her throat, "Always for you," He said, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Her hands wrapped around his neck as they rolled over so he was on his back. Her fingers played with the collar of his t-shirt and tugged on it. Anakin lifted his arms up to help rid him of the material before resting his hands on her hips. He watched with fascination as she sat up, and shifted against him, grinding herself against him and sighing softly. "Fuck…" He muttered, shifting against her as she teased him. He loved her like this. Rarely did she ever go to such lengths for his attention- she didn't really have to- but when she did, when she took charge like this, it got him so hard so fast it hurt.

"Don't worry," She whispered, trailing her hands down his chest towards his belt. "I'll take good care of you," She said, bending low and kissing the fly of his pants while she undid his belt. He groaned at the sight and watched as she looped her fingers around his pants and boxers and gave them a firm tug until they bunched at his knees.

"Padme…" She wrapped her hand gently around his shaft and stroked him with torturously slow and light motions that had him groaning and bucking into her hand. She smiled at him and pressed her lips to this tip before releasing him and sitting up long enough to pull her nightie off and moving to straddle him.

Anakin smirked as noticed she hadn't even bothered with panties tonight as she ground her moist center against him. "Are you ready?" She asked, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

In truth, he was terrified of becoming a father but with how insatiable they both could be, it was bound to happen eventually. And Padme wanted this with him. She loves him and clearly, she thinks he would be a good father, else she wouldn't be asking this of him. With a smile, he took her hips in his hands and leaned up to kiss her softly. "Let's make a baby," He said, forcing the head of his cock up into her. They both groaned as he sunk inside her. And her hands came to rest on his chest as she shifted him around inside her. "I love you," He sighed, letting his head fall back to the mattress.

Padme leaned forward and rested her forehead against his, stroking his cheek lightly with one hand. "I love you so much," She moaned, lifting her hips up before thrusting them back down onto him. His grip tightened and they quickly fell into a familiar rhythm as they raced towards completion. "Oh, Ani!" She cried, her head falling forward to rest on his collarbone, her hips still rising and falling over his while he thrust up hard into her.

"You feel so good," He grunted, "So tight… God, you're perfect."

"Ani… I-I need-" Without needing her to finish, Anakin flipped them over, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist, forcing his cock deeper inside her, making her cry out loudly.

Bracing himself above her with his hand next to her head, he carefully shifted inside her, pushing into her as far as he could. With a sigh, he pulled back before thrusting in harder than before, closing his eyes at the way she cried for him. Her arms came to wrap around him, her nails digging into his back and her heels resting just above his ass, holding him to her. Bending down, he nipped at her shoulder, thrusting into her hard, grunting as he moved. He was so worked up he wasn't going to last much longer and from the way her legs tightened around him and the feel of her walls pulsing against his shaft, he knew she was close as well. Increasing his pace, he sped them closer and closer to the edge. He nipped harder at her neck, trying to maintain enough control to send her over before him. "I'm close…" He whispered into her skin. "So close…"

Her hand slid down between them and felt as she started to play with her clit, the backs of her knuckles hitting his stomach as she brought herself over the edge with a loud moan of pleasure. He didn't last much longer. With one final thrust, he came hard into her, his balls quaking with every burst and a small tremor racing down his spine until he was spent.

His arms shook as he rested above her, her hands cupping his face and moving the locks of his hair that stuck to his sweat stained forehead. "I love you," She whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiled and pulled out slowly, sighing as he shifted to settle behind her, his hand coming to cover her belly where they hoped their child would one day start to grow. Her hands came to cover his as she settled against him, her smile never leaving her face as they drifted to sleep.

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Padme paced the width of the living room as Anakin rummaged through the fridge to make a sandwich. On the coffee table sat a pregnancy test - the fourth one she's taken in five months. She had been feeling nauseous for over a week, fatigue and her breasts had been feeling tender, sure signs she might be pregnant. She hoped she was, but after so many false alarms, it was hard to tell. The first time she thought she was pregnant, she and Anakin sat on the couch talking about looking for a house, decorating a nursery… only to have those dreams crushed when the negative sign came up. And it happened two more times since and each time seemed to hurt more than the last. Anakin didn't seem to have a problem with all the missed attempts. He is supportive and encouraging, promising it will happen soon and that they just need to keep trying. She is starting to have her doubts that it is just a missed opportunity. They have been trying every night they could, taking the night calls at work only when it was absolutely necessary. In her mind, she should be pregnant, but she isn't.

The timer on her phone goes off loudly, jumping her out of her thoughts. Anakin walks quickly over to her as she grabs at the pregnancy test. "Well?" He asked, his eyes focused only on her as she looks at it.

With a shaking breath, she raises her eyes to his and shakes her head no. She immediately finds herself in his arms as he holds her close to him and rocks her gently, whispering the same thing he always says but she isn't listening. He kisses the top of her head and she pushed back, sitting on the couch and throwing the test onto the table. Anakin seats himself beside her and rubs her back in soft soothing motions. "I don't know what's wrong with me," She said.

"Nothings wrong with you," He said, taking her chin between his fingers and forcing her to look at him. "We just need to-"

"-Keep trying, I know," She said, cutting him off. "But that's not working, is it?"

Anakin sighed and leaned back into the arm of the couch, "What do you want to do?" He asked. "Do you want to stop?"

"Of course not!" She snapped, catching herself and taking a moment to calm down. "But… maybe we need help." She said.

His eyes went wide and he shook his head. "What you mean like in vitro? Padme, we don't need that kind of help."

"I meant we see a fertility specialist," She said. "In vitro is only if there isn't a chance of natural conception." She could tell the idea wasn't something he was particularly pleased with and they hadn't really talked about those options before, so she was in uncharted territory with this conversation. "Do you have something against artificial conception?" She asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

Anakin shrugged his shoulders. "It's… never been something I worried about," He said, not disclosing anything further, which worried her a little.

"And?" She said, trying to get him to elaborate but just let out a sigh and remained silent. "What if we did need that kind of help?" She asked, "If for some reason, I needed-"

"-But you don't."

"But if I did," She persisted, "Anakin, it's a valid question. Just tell me what you think."

He shook his head and let out a tired sigh before sitting up and taking her hand in his. "I love you, and… I want a family with you. And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen…" He paused and gave a small shake of his head, "I just… don't like the idea of handing a doctor a cup of my stuff. I'll do it if I have to, I just… don't like it."

Padme raised a brow at him, "Do you think I want to do it that way?" She asked. "Because I don't. I'm just…"

"Tired of looking at a negative test," He finished for her. She nodded her head before leaning against him and taking his hand his hers, tracing the lines on his hands. "We'll figure this out," He promised, holding her close and kissing her temple lightly.

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The patient room of the fertility clinic smelled funny to him. It smelled like overly sanitized leather and floral scented air cleaner products mixed with baby powder. Compared to the surgically sterile environment he was used to, it only made his being their more uncomfortable. Beside him, Padme read through a fertility pamphlet the nurse had handed her, the front of which had one of those obviously fake family photos and the back had several fetal diagrams he would rather not look at. As a surgeon, he is completely comfortable with any patent it didn't matter if they were premature babies or elderly he had the ability to filter everything but his job out of his mind. But sitting in the waiting room with his wife where this was their future child they were talking about, suddenly he felt very uncomfortable.

The door to the office opened and they both turned to see a young woman walk in wearing a white lab coat and carried a file under her arm. "Mrs. Amidala, I'm Doctor Robb, the fertility specialist here," She greeted, extending her hand to her. "And you must be father-to-be," She said, holding her hand out to him as well.

"Yes, my husband, Anakin," Padme answered, her hand reaching for his. He took her hand in his firmly, giving it a squeeze as he sent her his silent support.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Doctor Robb said, taking a seat and looking quickly through the file, "So, why don't we go over your history, shall we?" She started. "How long have you been trying to conceive?"

"Six months," Padme answered.

"And you're under thirty-five, so what brings you in now instead of waiting longer?"

Padme squeezed his hand tightly, "I just want to make sure I'm doing everything I can."

The doctor nodded and made a small note in the file, "And do you have any family medical conditions you know of that could hinder your ability to conceive?"

She shook her head, "None," She said, "Both my mother and my sister had two children and no history of miscarriage. My mother was in her thirties when I was born."

"And what about you?" The doctor asked, turning her question to Anakin.

He blinked at her, understanding exactly what she was asking and slightly uncomfortable by it. "Uh, no," He said, shifting slightly, "No… problems I know of." Beside him, Padme smiled and rubbed her hand along his leg in a manner meant to soothe him. It didn't but he appreciated the gesture.

Doctor Robb nodded and closed the file, "Both of you shouldn't have issues conceiving but I can run some tests if you'd like."

Padme nodded her head, "Please," She insisted.

The doctor nodded and reached into the desk pulling out a clear plastic cup. and placing it on the desk. Anakin groaned and let his head hit the back of the chair. Padme gave him a sympathetic smile while the doctor tried to stifle a laugh. "There's a room in the back you can use. In the meantime, I will take your wife to the room next door and perform a simple exam to make sure everything is as it should be."

He sighed and took the cup, and shook his head before going into the back room. This day could not get any worse.

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By the time Padme returned to the room Anakin had been waiting for close to twenty minutes. "How'd it go?" He asked as she sat down.

"Don't know yet," She said, "She's still looking at the data. I hope everything is okay," She whispered.

Anakin took her hand in his and kissed it, "It is," He said. "You worry too much."

"Then why do I feel like there's bad news coming?" She asked.

He gave a shrug and leaned back in the chair, "Because you think in worst case scenarios. Nothing bad is going to happen, though," He assured her, giving her a small smile to ease her. It worked… until Doctor Robb came back and sat down silently behind the desk with a serious expression on her face.

"There's no easy way to put this…"