Padmè's mind raced as she rode the lift up the floors to her own suite of rooms. She was actually grateful she had nothing else to do today. How was she supposed to concentrate in political meetings after the news she was just given? She stayed silent as she walked through the rooms and sat on her bed, away from anyone. She didn't speak a word to her handmaid, and best friend, Dormè Any requests from C-3PO were gracefully ignored as she glided through the apartment. Once the door had slid shut behind her she sighed in relief. What was she supposed to do now? It was great news obviously, brilliant news. A little piece of her and Anakin. But what of the senate? What would Ani do? The Jedi council couldn't know he was the father, he would be expelled from the order. Being a Jedi meant everything to Anakin, she couldn't ruin his dreams. Padmè decided against anything for the moment, hopefully Anakin wouldn't be too long and they can talk about it together. She had stayed in that position, perched on the end of her bed, back straight and a distant look on her face until her husband had arrived home.

Anakin couldn't help but getting frustrated at the clumsiness of his new arm. Any sophisticated and advanced moves that were once simple were now overly complicated. Even a simple move could become disastrous if his metallic hand didn't comply. Obi-Wan had sensed the growing anger in his Padawan, so made sure Anakin didn't have much of rest period between fights. Anakin was grateful for his Master's discretion, Obi-Wan neither spoke of it nor treated him as an invalid. The silence on the topic was reassuring to Anakin, that at least one part of his life didn't have to be dominated by the resentment he felt. However, he could tell his growing impatience was getting on the Jedi Master's nerves, so Anakin promised himself that he would at least try to be more patient, for Obi-Wan's sake. It would be hard though, patience isn't really in his nature.

The two Jedi sat opposite each other, meditating after their training session. Anakin, as usual, was restless as his master enforced a 'calming down' time after the intensity of the morning. Obi-Wan knew Anakin can get emotionally involved in his training, which was part of the reason he was such a skilled fighter, but emotional investments were frowned upon in the order, forbidden. He had started these 'cool-down' sessions almost ten years ago when he first took on Anakin as his Padawan. After the first few sessions with Anakin, the young Padawan caused a few issues. Settling into a new environment would be hard, but the boy would start fights and skip sessions he felt he didn't need to attend, such as the group sessions learning the history of the Jedi. Instead he had preferred to mess with the protocol droids that aided the first stage of lightsaber training, claiming to be 'making them better'. The fights weren't much of an issue in the beginning, the Masters had granted a few exceptions to some rules, understanding that the boy had not been raised as a Jedi, as the rest of the younglings had been, but a few months into his training he had gotten worse. Anakin had put his new fighting skills into action if anything slightly upset him. Mainly questions from the other younglings about why he was attached to a woman he would no longer see, innocent enough questions for a small child who didn't understand the love of a parent or childhood as Anakin had. Desperate to control his Padawan, Obi-Wan tried an old trick that Qui-Gon had used during his own training. The only difference being Obi-Wan had enjoyed these sessions but for Anakin it was for disciplinary reasons. At 19 Anakin found the 'cool-down' sessions a chore, but he knew his master had a just reason for enforcing them.

"Master, if you'll excuse me, I must be going," Anakin said after finishing his meditation. Obi-Wan nodded as Anakin stood but he felt his master's hesitation. "Is something troubling you Master?" he asked, fearful of the reply he would get.

"Be mindful of your thoughts my young Padawan. You cannot keep up whatever game your playing Anakin. It will lead to the Dark Side," Obi-Wan didn't move from his seated position but looked his apprentice in the eye. "Deception is the path to the Dark Side." he finished. Anakin nodded and hurried out of the temple. Careful nobody was watching or following him, he hurried home to be with his wife.

Dormè was used to the Jedi appearing at random times, especially one Jedi in particular. She knew not to ask questions, but she couldn't help but wondering as He appeared in the hallway this afternoon. Dormè was in the main living area, sorting through some notices for the Senator when she heard C-3POs voice.

"Master Ani, how wonderful to see you again,"

"And you 3PO,"

"Master Ani is there something wrong with the Senator?" C-3PO asked, oblivious as only a droid could be. Anakin's head snapped up at the thought of something being wrong with Padmè

"What do you mean? Is she hurt?" Anakin left the droid standing by the lift doors, almost running into Dormè as he hurried to find Padmè.

"Sir," Dormè said politely bowing her head slightly. "Can I help you with something?" She asked politly, but Anakin was in no mood for pleasentries. He hastly demanded to see Padmè. Dormè was rather shocked at such rudeness coming from a Jedi, even if he was just a Padawan. Looking the man in the eyes she directed him to Padmè, but advised against going to see her. Anakin barely stopped to listen past the news that Padmè was in their room, hurrying past the handmaiden to see his wife.

Padmè's head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Seeing Anakin breathless before her almost brought tears to her eyes. She rushed into his arms and buried her head into his chest.

"Oh Ani," she whispered softly, holding on to him tight, her composure broken. She had no idea how she was going to tell her husband the news she had received.

"Padmè, is everything alright?" Padmè's silence did nothing to calm his nerves. "Padmè, please tell me what's going on. You're trembling." Padmè looked up to see the concern written all over his face.

"Ani, I..." She faded out, unsure of hoe this conversation should or would go.

"It's all right, I can't help you if you don't tell what is going on," Anakin prompted.

"Anakin, I'm pregnant..."