A/N:

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Thank you reviewers, favoriters, followers, readers, and those who are reading RIGHT NOW! :D

xpig-in-the-skyx: Thank you again! I hope so too! ;) And if Obi hasn't figured it out yet, he has damage brain, I mean brain damage, sorry, I haven't been the same since the accident… (Just Kidding) :D

Evictus: Thank you! I agree with the emergency services first, in fact it was my first idea. But where is the fun and drama in that? So, I had to try make the circumstances somehow leave Padme calling Anakin first. Hahaha, that was fun! :D

Kate Skywalker: Thank you so much! I am ecstatic I captured that essence of the relationship and atmosphere, I was afraid I wouldn't! *PHEW!*

And, just for a little warning, this is a birth chapter. If you find that kind of gross, or just not your thing, here is your warning.

Okay, all done!

Without further ado, here is Chapter 3: New! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: New

The first hour was chaos and confusion.

Scrambling people left and right; midwife droids redressing her, examining every part of her and reexamining, some nurses wrapping and treating Padme's ankle was after, then more nurses hooking monitors to Padme and each new one attempting to shoo Anakin out of the room, or at least until they realized: one, he would not leave even if hell came for him, and two, their patient wouldn't let them without extreme protest.

So far, they knew she was in active labor, that the babies were in distressed, but then slowly started calming.

Somewhere along the line of nurses and doctors, the information of twins was not communicated to the parents; when they asked about their child, they were told 'Everything is fine… for now.'

Something the facility failed to accommodate was a midwife droid that spoke their language. Apparently, they were out of them.

Skywalker could understand it, but Padme had not experience with the dialect the droid spoke to her. So she had to rely on her husband's translation to know what to do in her first delivery.

After the crowds left, Anakin positioned himself behind his wife to give her all the support he could.

Almost as if someone turned on a switch, the contractions started piling on top of Amidala like constant tidal waves. Hit after hit, scream after groan they came. The word 'mercy' had no meaning to the pain.

Anakin hated it, seeing her like this, but pain killers weren't an option unless they wanted to risk the baby's health, so the rest of this nightmare was going to hurt, a lot.

Nightmare—he kept trying to wash, or bleach, away the visions of her dying in childbirth. He was almost consumed by them, her anguished face and screams only added to his panic. What could he do if things went wrong? Nothing. If things started repeating like the 'dreams'; nothing.

But, while she was here, he would do everything he could. He would have to be stronger them himself for his beloved's sake, whether or not his dreams clashed with his reality.

Time passed slowly when she was in pain and then sped away too quickly once she wasn't. Since time was ticking by, she was relived for a moment. "You are doing great, Padme," he complimented, voice shedding his anguish. The arms holding her close to his body brushed up her arms for comfort.

She grimaced feeling a new sensation, "Ani," she grimaced more and rested her head on his chest, "Soon," she breathed, "soon…" then she moved her body again right as a contraction started.

He recognized her force signature when another contraction was about to begin. Skywalker started swirling his hands on the sides of her stomach, "Just breathe, Angel, just breathe," he said kindly kissing her neck with soft kisses to ease her pain. He didn't know how, but somehow it worked.

Now he sensed her pain get stronger; he reached further into her wanting to take all away. Closing his eyes, and cooing in the back of his throat, he kept reaching further and further. To his surprise, he felt something enter his brain that hurt- it hurt like hell. He instantly pulled out of it, and Padme suddenly moaned louder.

Brain spark.

He inclined into her and entered her body with his force, determined to find it again. There it was, he felt it and his commonsense wanted him to pull back again, but he refused. Taking it over, he slowly felt waves of mental pain attack his mind. Was this what she was feeling? Was this the s*** she was going through? Anakin let it escalate to an unbearable amount, and then let it doubled. He heard her cries quiet down and her body slack. It was working. He continued until his body literally would not let him take any more of it. Sweat rolled down his temple from mental concentration.

"What, are… you doing?" she asked catching her breath.

He forced a smirk, "Nothing I want to stop."

"No… don't do that. I can't ask you to-"

"You're not asking," he gently cuts her off, "this is only a fraction of what you are feeling, I'm a big boy, I can take it. Just focus on your part, my love, please," he almost sounded like he was begging.

Her forehead frowned, she didn't like the idea but didn't want, or have the energy, to object.

As soon as this wave ended, Skywalker slowly let his grasp go allowing out the breath he was holding. He then dabbed her face off with a cool wash-cloth and handed her a glass of frozen liquid-cubes.

More pains past in the same way for about two hours and forty-five minutes. At around the two hour mark, it seemed with every other contraction the distance between lessened.

"Oh!" Padme groaned as pain shackled her body and mind, "A…na…kin…!" she clutches his hands harder.

"I am here Angel, you're doing great," he cheered doing every single trick learned so far. Carefully keeping mental tracking of the time intervals, these were 60-30 seconds apart now.

The time was soon, and they both knew it.

Her body slumped and shook as her breaths entered and exited. "I. Want. To. Push!" she alerted.

He didn't know what to do with that. The midwife droid stayed hovered where it/she was.

"Ani…" she gasped feeling another contraction rolling in. Anakin started the process of all he could do to relieve her of her part.

"Needa minota. Dinda jelm." The droid suddenly spoke up.

"What does that mean?" Padme asked; eyes shut.

"'You're ready; ten centimeters'," he murmured in her ear.

She gasped, "No! I'm not ready!" her breathing quickened, "Nothing is ready; the baby doesn't have a place to sleep!" eyes wide open and scanning back and forth as she remembers.

"It is alright, my love. Everything will be-" to his surprised, she cut him off.

"No! It won't! He isn't even full term yet!" she was going to say more, but the pain had another idea, "Ah!" she crunched over.

"Mieena su," the droid spoke up.

Anakin said, as gently as can be said, reaching into a ocean of force-peace to bathe her in, "You need to start pushing. It's alright. Just one step at a time." He then flowed his gift through her energies and emotions.

She felt something besides pain; it was ease, liberation, peace. Then through the clear vision of serenity she felt her baby's and husband's life serge through her. "I… I can't…" she whispered.

He carefully pulled her back, "Yes, you can. You're so strong, you can."

"Mieena su," the droid repeated.

Anakin didn't do anything except stroke. Seconds of unusual silence passed. Finally, it was broken by a scream mixed with pain and acceptance.

Desperate gasps.

"Len oosman."

Anakin elegantly grinned, eyes closed, "The head is crowning."

Sweltering tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Mieena su."

More rushing pain filled the room, along with another scream.

He cool-dabbed her forehead to add relief.

"This hurts," she cried in a hushed tone. She was growing tired.

"You can do this," he repeated ever so kindly. The man looked as if in deep meditation, but not in a harsh way, in a soothing way. Just trying to lockout the visions.

Pain increased inside her body.

"Wi mieena su."

She just interpreted that as 'push'.

Screams.

Sluggish, agonizing time.

Sharp breaths and a final satisfactory scream.

Fresh, innocent, gorgeous cries.

A creation of love, unseen until now.

Anakin opened his eyes and saw the little squirming mass in the droids hold. His baby.

Padme buckled back into him with a weary grin. She pulled her head up to look at the most beautiful thing in the universe. Her baby. She cried and laughed and never left eye contact with the little body.

"Boydo," the droid informed.

"Oh Luke," she sighs, "my perfect Luke…" her face turns with worry, "Is he alright?"

"Bi." She saw out of the corner of her eye Anakin happily nod.

She grins even larger and glances at her husband. He was smiling the biggest grin she had ever seen, and his eyes sparkled with his joy and new parenthood. His sparkling blue eyes met hers, they were thanking her, and hers were thanking him.

"I love you so much," he muttered with his spell-casting gaze.

She glowed, no; she beamed with all of her flooding passions. You would have to be blind not to see the light she casted throughout the room.

Within a whirling moment, their cleaned son was transferred to his mother's kind, yet eager, arms. "Oh my Luke, my little angel," her voice sung with harmonious joy.

Cautious and kind-hearted hands of the father reached and touched Luke's forehead. Such a small little bundle, such a helpless creature now engraved himself throughout his father's soul. There was no way Skywalker would allow harm's greedy hands on his child. There was no way he was ever letting this inspiring treasure out of his protective sight. The uncontrollable sheltering and parental love overflowed and spilled out of the new father, who was now a hopeless gooing mush.

Luke's skin was the softest feel he has ever touched. His fingers were the most beautiful fingers he'd ever seen. Anakin moved his wary hand to Luke's little hand that was grasping his mother's finger.

"Ten fingers," Padme whispered to no-one in particular moving down to his red toes, "Ten toes," she admired each one with a prideful stare. The couple laughed with their unfelt before love. They couldn't tell up from down; this little red, unhappy infant made gravity nonexistent.

The droid was still posted at the end of the bed, waiting, "Ina seen untamo jik," the droid interrupted.

Anakin went pale, "His sibling?"

Padme's glare shot up with confusion, "Twi…twins?"

"Hom singnas."

"You're carrying twins," he barely repeated in shock.

Padme looked down at her swollen stomach, two in there?

"Two…" her husband breathed in wonder tightening his hold. Wait, she would have to go through this again?

"How soon?" She asked.

"Insa midinak isla seeag yiloo billa."

"'It varies, most likely in the next thirty minutes,'" came her husband's translation.

She looked down at her cradled son. His crying has calmed down; he was so beautiful- so flawless. It… it was worth it for this moment. All of that pain, it quickly made vibrant sense. She could do this; she would do this for the second miraculous gift. She rocked her body gracefully holding onto her son.

Soon enough, another life was eager to enter the galaxy.

The pitiless pains knifed through Padme's body, and the instinct to push was biting at the reins.

"Ina mieena," the droid instructed, or 'Don't push.'

The need to push was hard to ignore, especially when a contraction came to a peak of agony. She cried out trying extremely hard not to cave-in.

"How much longer!" she shouted to the computer, crunching into her husband's body. The droid didn't reply; this frustrated her. As she pulled in air, she felt the sting of another contraction on the way. Her pain increased and she looked up at him, "Tell me something," she ordered trying to reposition herself to feel right again.

He was so misplaced, "What?"

"Anything!" she snarled with her pain.

He searched his frozen brain to think of something to talk about.

"Anakin!" she begged becoming weaker to the fight.

"While I was searching for the root to cure your Blue-shadow Virus, do you remember?"

"Of course I do!" her eyes were shut tight.

"While I was on the mission, I saw the creature 'Angel'."

An eye peeked open.

"They were nice, perhaps beautiful, in a right to the title; but I can't see why those Cantina space pilots thought they were so amazing. The 'Angel' could not stand close in comparison to you," he said thinking about how numb his left hand was.

She rolls her eye while shutting it; as soon as the distraction ended, it was back to the battlefield. Her face cringed and she started fussing.

"Ina mieena," the droid twittered again.

She looked up at her husband desperately, "Kiss me," she said.

His wife must have lost her mind, or maybe he had.

"I am serious!" she grabbed his head and pulled it down to her mouth. He didn't know how to respond to her mouth attacking him. At first, he wanted to find a way to pry himself apart from her, but then he gave up hoping she had reason to her madness. The force impaled his mind as her pain reached its climax; she bit onto him harder scraping his face with her fingernails. He kissed her a little harder, though his side of it was extremely minimal. She kept going towards him, almost trying to suck the pain away. Either she had to breathe, or she got what she wanted as she stripped her lips away from his.

"That did it," she said with a hoarse voice.

"Did what?" he asked tracing his lips for wounds.

"Distracted me," she breathed settling back down.

He didn't have to understand it, or at least not right now, the droid just told her that on her next contraction, she could start pushing.

It started coming on and she began again, "Oh force!" she screamed as the pain ripped through her.

"Keep going," her husband encouraged.

"Mieena boa," or 'push harder'.

"Shut! Up!" she shouted to the droid loosing concentration.

"Almost over, push, Padme, push!" her husband coaxed.

She shot him an angry glare and screamed increasing her efforts. Her eyes went enormously wide as she felt the baby slide out.

"Oydo."

Anakin held his breath as his daughter filled herself with air.

"Leia…" he beamed as Padme nearly collapsed into him. The newborn was separated from her mother, examined, and given to her father's barren arms. He was careful, awkward, and fearful his huge hands and arms could easily crush her miniature body.

She was smaller than her brother, and not as noisy. She was quicker to open her eyes to see the new world too. Her squinted eyes gazed at her confusing environment. Little brown eyes lasered stormy-blue; and that was it. Their unbreakable bound was forged.

He held her closer and she nuzzled into his sheltering chest. "Welcome to the universe, my daughter," he stroked her fuzzed head, "You already have hair…" he marveled.

There was no way Leia Skywalker Naberrie or Luke Skywalker Naberrie was ever going to be left unloved one second.

Anakin stared endlessly at her, Padme wondered if he would ever make eye contact with her again; until, until his overwhelmed, melting eyes met hers with a burning fire. His deep reaching fire warmed her soul's harbor, sending messages of shatterproof, humble, thanking love, "Thank you so much Padme," he starts planting kisses all over her face, "So much."

Padme wearily smiled at his tender affection feeling her body slowly relaxing.

She was tired, sore, and felt just about as strange as she ever did, but it was defeated by her new milestone in life. A path she and her husband carefully crafted had guided her to this irreplaceable moment, nothing could she possibly resent or hold in herself to turn bitter. A long-longed dream was now a reality. Something she never thought would cross her way unexpectedly coiled with her life.

A family.

She had a family to clutch and relish all the rest of her days. And by the look in her husband's eyes, he felt the exact same way.

'Family' was now the most beautiful word in the universe for them.

To be continued...

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Hoped you liked it!

Please review! I would absolutely love it!

Chapter 4: Awaited, will be up, eventually… Unfortunately… there are some major kinks to work out of the rest of the story that I didn't realize existed until recently, and I am changing the ending entirely. Mahahaha! Are you guys in for a ride! ;D

I will work very hard on it to update as soon as possible!

Until Then!