"Anakin, I'm pregnant..."

Anakin stood still in the doorway as Padmè started pacing round the room. All of her fears she had thought about throughout the day came rushing out.

"The Order can't know you're the father, the Queen may not even allow me to continue as Senator. I'm only two weeks, I probably shouldn't really be telling anyone, even you, but we need as much time as possible to sort this out," She paused, looking at Anakin. He was still stood in the same position but a slow grin had crept its way onto his face. A slight chuckle threatened to slip from his lips, juddering his shoulders. "What are you laughing at?" Padmè demanded, slightly cross that Anakin wasn't taking this seriously.

"You Angel, this is a happy moment. One of the happiest moment in our life," he smiled before picking her up and spinning her around. A happy squeal escaped from Padmè's lips as she was spun the gently placed on the ground. She brought her hands up to his face and ran her fingers through his short hair, looping his braid around her fingers, letting it trail loose as she brought her hands back down to his chest. Kissing him deeply she allowed herself to relax into the situation, feeling the comfort of her husband's embrace.

"You wanted to speak to me Master," Obi-Wan said as he approached Master Yoda and Master Windu, bowing respectfully to the Master Jedi.

"Yes, Obi-Wan. Face the trails, Young Skywalker will," Yoda said. Sensing Obi-Wan's confusion, Windu elaborated.

"We feel the best way for Skywalker to progress now is for him to face the trails. It will also be the best way for us to monitor him, how he acts without the control of a Master,"

"Much confusion in him we sense. More clouded his future has become," Yoda mused outloud.

"With respect Master, is this really the best time to put him through that? After everything with his arm, and his mother?" Obi-Wan asked, careful not to disrepect his superiors too much. A healthy debate of opinion was always encouraged amongst the Jedi but there came a time when Master Yoda wasn't to be argued against.

"It is because of everything that has happened that the council decided that your Padawan must face the trials," Windu stated.

"Inform him of our decision, you will Obi-Wan,"

"Right away Master, when his he to take the trails?"

"Ask him to report to the council by this evening," Master Windu said to the young Jedi before leaving, Master Yoda following in his steps. Obi-Wan looked out of the window, stroking his beard.

"I do hope you do nothing foolish Anakin," he pondered outloud, then went to tell his Padawan the news.

The insinstant beeping of his communicator forced Anakin to pull away from his wife where the two had been content just lying in each other's arms. The realisation of how much time they could be spending apart, made them treasure the small, peaceful moment even more. After stepping onto the balcony he answered the call.

"Master," he replied, seeing Obi-Wan's image appear.

"Anakin, the council has come to the conclusion that you are ready to face the trials. You must report to the council immediatly," Obi-Wan cut the transmission after delievering the news. He didn't feel right lying to his friend about the real reasons Anakin was to go before the Masters.

Anakin held the communicator in his hands long after the conversation, (if you could call it that), had finished. His mind was still spinning from the news Padmè had given him, then this? He was still stood there when Padmè came to find him several minutes later.

"Ani? Is something wrong? You don't have to leave do you?" Anakin manages to splutter a quiet 'yes' to which Padmè's heart sunk. He looked up from the communicator to see the dismay in her eyes. Rushing over to her he placed a hand on either arm.

"Not like that. Obi-Wan has just told me that I am to face the trials. I am to report to the council straight away!"

"Oh Anakin, that's wonderful!" she smiled, hugging him tightly before releasing him so he can go to the Temple. Anakin flashed her a boyish smile, full of geniune excitement, and almost ran out the door. Padmè watched from the balcony. Seeing his speeder race off, other thoughts weighted her concscience. With the added... 'complication' to their relationship, and Anakin no longer being a Padawan, hiding their marriage from anyone was going to be difficult. More difficult then either of them anticipated. She shook the thoughts from her head. This is suppose to be a happy day. She had plently of time to worry about everything else. Padmè had always wanted a family of her own, but, even at 24, she knew it would probably be unlikely. Her political carer left little time for personal relationships outside of the Senate, and her attachment to the boy she found on Tatooine would always shadow over anyone else she would meet. Durin her time as Queen, aged just 14, or even as a Senator since then, no-one would ever leave more of an impression them the selfless slave they had freed on the remote dessert planet.

Resting a hand gently on her stomach she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. 'This is wonderful'. Padmè repeated this to herself as she walked inside, the balcony door sliding down behind her. As she made her way into her bedroom she finally began to feel the joy of the prospect of becoming a mother.