Laurel 2011

At the beginning of March, Padmé got another pendant for her charm bracelet, no, she got two. There were two letters L, like Luke and Leia. She wondered what was next, but she didn't want to ask, she didn't want to spoil the surprise for Anakin.

"Luke and Leia, our twins. I'm looking forward to the babies now, but I'm so scared, Ani."

"No Angel, don't worry, I'm here with you, always with you and also as a doctor. No worries."

As a doctor, he knew that twin pregnancies were risky, but he didn't want to think about it, nothing could happen, he couldn't imagine losing her, he recently lost his beloved mother. He wouldn't survive another loss like that.

But everything seemed to be fine, she tolerated the pregnancy well now that the nausea no longer bothered her. She went to work and didn't complain. Anakin knew she too would grit her teeth and carry on, she loved her work.

In fact, she loved her work so much and in no way would she say that she finds it increasingly challenging to get up early in the morning, she would love to sleep a little longer. It became more and more difficult to stay on her feet for too long, she had to carry a lot more weight. It became more and more annoying to have to go to the bathroom more and more often, the babies pressed on her bladder. Not only that, but it was not easy to bend over with everything she had to do at home, the belly was getting bigger and bigger... and there were many more things that made her life difficult, she wondered how she would last until the end.

Anakin was always there for her, every step of the way and as a doctor he knew about every problem, so as a husband he was desperate not to be able to help her. He relieved her of every possible household chore and made sure that she was comfortable at home and that she could rest from her work in Congress.

They continued to go to prenatal exercises together and swim on Saturdays. The dinners afterwards in Washington D.C. were becoming increasingly rare, Padmé couldn't sit for long and was somehow restless. Anakin understood.

At the end of March, she told Anakin that she didn't like going out anymore, that she didn't feel comfortable going out with all the beautiful, slim women who were devouring him, her husband, with their eyes and looking at her condescendingly. Anakin, of course, thought this was ridiculous, but didn't say so. He just said that he doesn't care how or who looks at him, the only thing that matters is how she sees him. He didn't just say it, he meant it too.

At the beginning of April, it was time again for a new pendant. Anakin has already planned it for every month. Now there should be two angels, their two angels. This time Padmé was surprised and happy.

Baltimore 2011

In mid-April, she took a day off and had to go to Baltimore. The examination indicated that everything was fine, both were happy.

Washington D.C. 2011

That afternoon, she met Sabé for shopping; she needed new maternity clothes.

"Tell me, why are you buying such expensive maternity clothes, you won't be able to wear it later?"

"Maybe so." Padmé laughed

"Is not true ! Do you want to get pregnant again this year?"

"You never know…"

"Oh my God, Padmé! Are you now reducing yourself to a birthing machine?"

"No, but I want to have more children with Anakin...just thinking that the children will be as beautiful as he is."

"Or like you…"

"I am nothing special."

"Damn Padmé, where is your self-esteem? Ever since you met Lord Adonis, you've almost given up on yourself. You are an intelligent, successful and beautiful woman."

"And he is perfect."

"Perfect? Nobody is perfect, Padmé, not even Anakin. Tell me, did he implant a chip in you or something? You have made him a god."

"No I haven't. I'm just content and happy with him. He has a heart of gold; he gives more than he expects to receive. He helps wherever he can, including everyday things like putting away dishes or taking laundry out of the dryer. It's not always about sex, yes I know, sex is the essence of a marriage and if it's not right, everything else can't be right either. I've often wondered why such a handsome man remained a bachelor for so long, but I'm glad that it was the case. That I met him, even if it was pretty late in my life, it was good. If a false individual had crossed my way, I would have gotten married out of frustration.

"WOW!"

"WOW what?"

"You're crazy about him."

"Yes I am."

"And the many children you want to have with him, is it common for the English nobility to have so many children, I mean because of inheritance and carrying on the title? What's your son's name again?"

"Luke Anakin Skywalker Baron Skywalker of Hoth….one day. So long Anakin is alive, only Lord Like."

"Oh God, you can't even say that, let alone remember it. Who chose the name?"

"I chose Luke, middle name is his father's name, last name and title are passed on to the male firstborn."

"And the daughter?"

"Anakin chose the name, Leia and my mother's middle name, Alexsandra, which is then Lady Leia Alexandra Skywalker."

"That's all? What about the title?"

"That is reserved for the firstborn son."

"As in the Middle Ages."

"In England, some things actually haven't changed since the Middle Ages. You should have seen how submissive his servants were to him, yes My Lord, very much My Lord and he, he was quite snooty, said it had to be that way, but he was far from condescending or unfair."

"I see you've already adjusted."

"You're pretty snappy, girlfriend. What's wrong, are you frustrated…about Ben?"

"As sorry as I am, I don't think anything will come of us."

Padmé now didn't know how she could get to some important points in her friend's slowly failing relationship without breaking the thread. "Are these silly little things still the point of contention?"

"Not really, Padmé. I think he is not ready or still can't forget his wife. I really try hard."

"I still hope for both of you." Padmé couldn't say anything more in fact, she thought the relationship, or whatever it was, was lost.

Laurel 2011

That evening, she told Anakin about her conversation with Sabé. He said it would be a shame, but they can't do anything, the two of them have to know whether they can get along or not.

"And you really told her you wanted to have more children with me?" he laughed contentedly, "….you changed your mind?"

"If all children grow up to be as beautiful as you, then...then I want more than these two in my stomach."

"I love you, Padmé. All our daughters will be as beautiful as you."

Washington D.C. 2011

For Anakin's thirtieth birthday, which was a Tuesday, they decided to invite Sabé and Ben to dinner at Fiola, an upscale Italian restaurant. They all loved Italian, Anakin especially, and said he hadn't eaten so well or much in a long time. The evening wasn't exactly pleasant for Padmé and Anakin, Sabé and Ben were relatively quiet, it was noticeable. They didn't sit for long, as everyone had to go to work the next day.

Padmé let cufflinks be done for Anakin by a goldsmith. The template was a sheet with the coat of arms from the book of the Skywalker family that they brought with them from London. Anakin didn't expect this, didn't even suspect it. He was deeply touched. He wore the cufflinks that evening.

Laurel 2011

"I'm not surprised that Sabé didn't see it, maybe she doesn't know what that means...but Ben, he should have seen it."

"I think they were both somehow...distracted, Ani, each so quiet, it all seemed forced for both of them...I don't know, perhaps I'll find out more tomorrow. It's a shame, but I have a special gift for you."

"Yes? I'm waiting…" he looked at her.

"In the bedroom."

"Oh, I love gifts like this. Am I getting what I think I'm getting?"

"When you think about the right thing, you get exactly the right thing."

"I hope I understand correctly, but just to be sure, how different are British English and American English?" Anakin joked.

"Besides the pronunciation, which is obvious and audible, there are differences in grammar, vocabulary and spelling, which you probably learned in your boarding school." She laughed, "…as a living language, English has evolved in its country of origin. The settlers, who came to America, kept and preserved the language they spoke. Consequently, we Americans, as descendants of these not high educated settlers, speak a simple language that has not evolved since the sixteenth or seventeenth century, but if I told you right now that you wouldn't get a blow job because of your teasing, you would probably understand that, or?"

"Acoustically yes, but I don't understand the meaning...and we English are sometimes difficult to understand."

"OK. , I tell you, come with me."

They took a quick shower and went to bed.

"Angel, I love these word games with you. I've never spoken to another woman this way, I even think it's partly because of your legal training, but joking aside, I don't know how seriously you meant all of that, you have to believe me, I don't consider you in any way less valuable than I am. English, American, German, Indian or Chinese should not be judged by where they come from or how powerful their country is or was. I value people as individuals and judge them based on their character. You have a noble character and I love you, you are my whole world, Padmé. Uh… do I get my present now?"

"I was joking, Ani. I love you too and know that you appreciate me because I am the way I am, but with the blow job, it won't work that way anymore..."

"Do you have problems?"

"Yes, I can't kneel between your legs like that anymore, my stomach is tight… but let's try something different. I lie flat on my back, and you come up to my mouth."

"Like I want to ride you? OK. I'll hold on to the headboard, don't worry."

When he was at the right height, he slowly slid into her mouth. She grabbed his shaft so he couldn't plunge the whole length in, but he was okay with that, she shouldn't choke. He came to his high point with slow movements, although it took a little longer. Then he lay down next to her and kissed her a hundred times, as usual. After a few minutes, he wanted to return the favour. "Now it's my turn. I lie on my back and come to my mouth...I want to examine you with my tongue." He winked.

"That feels so good, Ani, keep going."

"As my lady wishes."

"Ani, don't joke, I can't come like this if I have to laugh."

"Sure you can, I'll get you to do it….professionally."

Of course, he got her to do it and finally the spooning position was enough until the next morning.

Best regards from Germany