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Chapter 7: Warned (Part 2)
For what seemed like too long, Anakin sporadically weaved through traffic, seeking a way to get home a few seconds faster.
He reaches the apartment's luxurious veranda and lands at the private landing-dock that abridges it. R2-D2 and Skywalker jump out of the Jedi Fighter and stay within the lines of the security-boundaries; Anakin looks over to the alarm-pad and uses the force to deactivate it.
He smiled sensing his family as he walks into the grand room.
Another droid, C3PO, teetered in, due to how his programming noticed the alarms have been deactivated.
"Oh, Master Ani, how good you are home so soon," he greeted.
He noded to the golden protocol-droid, but kept walking; the two robots begin conversation with each other, catching up on old news and adventures.
Skywalker went upstairs, following Padme's aura. It was haunting how inaudible he was. So silent, one couldn't tell if he was there until he was right in front of you. He crept into a sitting room that holds doors to the master bedroom and nursery, and then up to the nursery's doorway.
She rested on a couch that faced the cribs, deliberately turned so the warm midday-sun lathered her.
The handheld holo tells him she's reading. From his experience, she was probably flipping through the galactic-news.
She looked very beautiful to him; resting there with the light luminescing her. Her face looked like she was thinking of something that soared her mind away.
He wondered what those thoughts were, and whatever they were, how they could make her look even more magnificent. More magnificent- if that was imaginable, it stood here in front of him.
Whatever the muses were, they were d*** lucky to cause her such grace.
Each new day with her was a gift, and now more than ever, if possible.
He just stood there in the shadows of the other room, watching her with wondrous adulation, taking the image into photographic memory.
Amidala sensed someone familiar watching her and changed her view's scope, that is when Skywalker walked out of his mind, "Hello," he mellifluously greets.
Her eyes darted to his tall figure, a huge grin light up her petite face, "Anakin!" she went into his arms and gave him a welcoming kiss, "I was just thinking of you," she commented as she slid back onto her heels.
'Is that what she looks like when she thinks of me?' he humbly reflects to himself.
"Really?" he asked with amazement.
"Yes," she said in a mocking tone, "Why is it such a hard concept to except?"
He smiled, "It isn't, my love," he answered looking down at her, "It's just…" he losses himself in her, which caused his thoughts to falter and sentence run flat. He swore she's an angel, because she was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy, as the creatures are supposed to be.
When he can focus enough on her eyes, which were beckoning him to continue, he pulled himself to speak again, "I was just trying to figure out what you were thinking of, and how those thoughts made you look so…" he struggled for a word to match; none could reach the high-standard, he sighed going to default words that can never come close, "So- overpoweringly beautiful."
Her face went warm as bashful eyes looked to the side; he took another mental picture of her.
"I swear, my husband-"
Anakin gets a crocked grin, prideful for the privilege of being hers.
"…you know how to flatter me."
His touch started looping around her back, "As you should be, always."
She laughs leaning out of his grasp, he unenthusiastically lets go.
He notices her gimp and becomes rather melancholy. It wasn't much, but it was there from the sprained ankle.
A sharp, little cry sounds.
Both heads turn in unison once the tiny exclamation was heard, and then another. They quickly go to their newborn children. They each pick one up.
"Shh," the father compassionately soothes, "It is alright, Luke, shh…"
Luke was instantly pacified and stopped his wailing. Leia was a little different; Padme had checked all the likely suspects, but the problem remained uncured.
So both parents hovered around and coddled their red-faced baby. Anakin started talking to her, and her volume lowered, he stoked her back with a free hand, again her noise level dropped.
With this discovery, the couple's minds worked in harmony as they made their way to a couch a short distance away.
They sit next to each other, Anakin prepares for Leia by mindfully shifting Luke securely into one arm, and Padme readies Leia for transfer.
After the delicate dance is completed, the father is prudently holding both of his children, which are tucked tenderly close.
The twins are now entirely quiet, content with their newly returned parent.
Anakin's face was fond as his eyes idly grazed around his children's faces.
"How were the twins?" he asks, looking back up at Padme.
Her grin mirrors his own, "They were wonderful; they were upset this morning, but they calmed down a bit," she moves closer to him, cuddling into one of his broad shoulders.
He studies her carefully; she was tired, and hadn't showered yet.
'I should have known that…' he thinks harshly. He wouldn't leave the twins for one second, much less take a nap or shower. When they were both there, they could take shifts, one would shower or relax and the other could easily watch the twins. But without two— and she had dismissed her handmaids before they returned home from the hospital, there wasn't anyone here with her while he was away…
"Padme?"
She rests her chin on him, "Before you tell me I should take a break," he becomes a little embarrassed, "I'd rather be here with you."
He strategically stares, "I'll be here for a few hours."
"Oh, I thought you were only here for a little while."
He nods sideways while smiling, "No, I'm not going anywhere."
"Alright," she sits up and smiles at him, "I am dying to take a shower."
Padme ringed her hair with a towel, dressed in a plush cream-bathrobe, while exiting the humid bathroom. "Feel better?" her husband asked from his seat, even though he could see she did.
She smiles, giving another ring, "Yes, very," she looks at the occupied bassinet close to Anakin, then at him, "How was your day?"
"Fine," he answered too quickly.
Senator Amidala gives him a look.
He caves, "Alright, not so great."
"Tell me about it," she selflessly requests. It was moments like these that made Anakin love her just that much more.
"It's not what happened; it's… this feeling…"
"Feeling?" she asks sitting next to him, now running a brush through her dark hair.
Skywalker seemed hypnotized by the rhythmic movements through her long tresses, "Yes," he comes around again, "Palvertine, something's off about him; or at least I think it is him… The feeling seems to be radiating from him, like a cold breeze just went through you— It reminds me of the dark side, the way it feels," he turns his head and stands up, "I don't know, maybe I'm crazy!"
She goes to try and quell him.
"He's my friend, mentor. He's always had an open ear to me," he tries to counteract, but it's no use, "He's… he's hiding something, Padme, I can feel it, I just don't know what," he sighs, unclenching his fists, "The Temple sent me on a mission, to steal files from his computer," he says quietly.
She becomes slightly puzzled.
Sensing that, he explains more, "He apparently wrote over Galactic Orders, six of them… None of this makes any sense," he sits on their bed flustered and head in his hands, "It's like I am missing something that's standing right in front of me."
Padme went rigidly-frozen as soon as he mentioned the orders. That was far past illegal; there is nothing that gives him that much authority.
This reminded her of the Delegation 2000; it came back to her like a force of nature.
She should tell him…
But, she had given her word, something that has remained unbroken for approximately thirty years.
Anakin quickly sensed her troubling-emotions with his strong empathic-abilities. His head emerged from his palms, "Padme? Is something wrong?"
She bit her lip; never a good sign, or at least, not when she has a force signature like this, "Ani…" she felt so unbelievably torn.
He was her devoted husband and soul-mate, the father of her precious children, and, her best-friend. Not just a Jedi, not just someone you can't trust.
He told her everything about his Jedi business, proof right here. Telling him won't change the universe— he should know. In a way, he has known; when he told her awhile back about how he sensed she wasn't telling him something, and it was true.
"You know when you told me, that you sensed I was keeping something from you?"
"Yes," he answered warily.
She gazed down, "I… I was."
He watched her like she was about to break his heart, "Well—" and everything about the underground work she, and senators: Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and others, were doing was told.
Anakin looked at her when she was done, that was it. She was expecting something, anything.
He let out the air he had kept and smiled— relieved!? She was considered a traitor—a, a-!
He goes up and takes her deep in his embrace, "Ani, why are you so pleased?! I'm a traitor to the Republic!" she declares squirming out of his grasp.
He smirks, "I am, too."
She puts her hands on her hips, "It's not funny."
He shrugs, "I think it sort of is."
"Why?" she nods her head, "Never mind… but, why are you so relieved?" she asked crossing her arms and staring him down, almost daring him to confess.
He becomes nervous, combing his metal fingers through his sandy-blonde hair. He doesn't want to tell her the truth, but he can never lie to her. One way or another, she'll get the truth from him, "Mee tinka chub aim cheeska, mee ree apory, mwa imla," he quickly retorted in Huttess.
She reels in her lips with annoyance, squinting her eyes, "Anakin…"
"Angel, it doesn't matter now; and besides, I gave you an honest answer," he gives her a charmingly devious smile, kindly cupping her face in his hands.
"You won't get away with this," she warns.
He sends her a force wave of his affection, sending so many powerful sensations that were zinging within him to her.
Watching her face react with bright red, he subtly closed the flow that was at a constant for him.
She looks up at him, still feeling tingly and fully understanding why, "I wish I could do that to you," she says wistfully, he looks at her even softer.
"So," she asks uncertainly, "what do you think?" her eyes search his.
He thinks for a moment, mindfully going through all the information given, "I think you are following your gut, and your intuition is never wrong, my love."
"You won't tell anyone?" she requests, feeling uncertain with the secret tensing the air.
"No, I won't, I promise." With that, the secret was dropped into an airtight safe.
She relaxes, fondling her fingers through his hair, "Then, what do you think, on a political scale?"
"I'm not a politician," he bantered.
"I know somewhere you are," she sashays her hands over his chest.
"I don't think the system works," he recycles, bringing coy and vivid memories back to both of them.
Once the memory has been in their minds a few seconds, he spoke again, becoming more serious, "Wherever you place your passions," his eyes held firmness as he rested his hands on her plush-robed waist, "my heart and efforts are placed with them," his eyes dart to the ground as the feelings his words explain caught up with him. He couldn't stop beaming, "That is just about how well I can explain it, from a 'political scale'."
She pleasantly smiles, sitting down on the edge of the bed again, taking up the brush and caringly staring at him.
Anakin takes an ottoman and places it across from her, soon sitting on it.
She is puzzled.
Shortly after sitting, he takes one of her bare feet inbetween his hands, and uses the force to levitate him a lotion bottle from her nightstand. His skillful hands begin massaging the soft soul of her foot.
"Oh… I see," she mumbles as the relaxing sensations take full effect. Somehow he can magically find all the right places.
Lightly setting down the now stress-free appendage, he moves to her other foot. He was careful not to bend or put too much pressure on this one, because of her injury.
"Thank you, Ani. You are a remarkable masseur," she complements, remembering how her sister, Sola, always complained about her husband, Darren, never giving her massages. She lays back on the bed, entirely relaxed.
He smiles, and after lengthy moments, finishes with the foot rubs. He climbs onto the bed and lies next to her.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" she hums as they wrap around each other, both curling to perfectly fit the other.
"Have I ever told you?" he closes his eyes.
With a laugh, she lets out a sigh, and they both start venturing into a pleasant nap.
Sidious' cloaked figure grins overlooking the cosmic city-planet of Coruscant. This was all too easy. Everything was going as he had foreseen.
All he had to do was leave a trail of breadcrumbs and the Jedi will follow.
As soon as Jedi Skywalker decodes his files— he will know everything he wants him to, starting with how he is the Missing Sith. Then, he'll show him he means business with the dexterous bounty hunter, Taitun Erfint. He will send a huge message. And then, Skywalker will begin to panic.
And all this would go flawlessly… It was almost boring, how easy this all was. He'll just have a way to make it more entertaining…
His chuckle cracks through the unknown and shadowy place; twisted ideas gushing through his brain.
After a few hours of dozing in each other's arms, Anakin reluctantly sets out to leaves for the second time.
"I'll miss you," he said before their lips tenderly met. He was careful to arch his back and avoid their son that was sheltered in her bosom.
"Me too," she whispered as they separated.
He stepped one foot into the cruiser, where R2 was waiting for him, and paused, "I love you," he said, looking over his shoulder at Padme holding Luke. The fussy baby made a little whimper.
"I love you too, always."
To be continued…
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