Padme moved quietly through the dim hallways of Vader's private wing in the Imperial palace, her steps echoing off the cold marble floor as she approached his most private rooms. Her heart twisted with every step, each one feeling heavier than the last. Her mind was reeling. Her heart was breaking. She could barely process the news, couldn't reconcile the thought of him, powerful, unyielding Vader being sick, let alone hiding it from everyone for months.
And not just him – this illness, whatever it was could be inside Anakin! It could affect her baby! Padme couldn't catch her breath. Her frantic mind couldn't make any sense of this. When she reached Vader's bedroom door, she paused, composing herself before slamming her palm down on the receiver and slipping inside. The Emperor sat alone by the window, rigid and tense as he gazed out into the morning light. He didn't even acknowledge her, seemingly worlds away and it sent a chill racing through Padme.
"Vader," she said softly, fracturing the thick silence and when he finally turned around, Padme was struck by how much his face had changed since she last saw him. The shadows beneath his eyes were darker, his skin pale and drawn, almost ghostly. Was this what this virothrax did? Her heart cleaved in half. How was she supposed to be strong enough to face the doctors and hear Anakin and Leia's results in a few days knowing this might be the result? She couldn't bear this.
"Padme," Vader replied, his voice hoarse from lack of use. He managed a faint, guilty smile. "I suppose you're here for my reprimanding? I'd expected you sooner, honestly…"
She approached anger and worry warring inside her. He didn't look well. Was she so distracted by everything going on she just hadn't seen how virothrax was affecting him? Or was he truly a master of hiding things from everyone? "How could you?" Her voice was a low hiss, her hands clenching in her blue skirt. "Months, Vader! Months of keeping this to yourself! What were you thinking?"
He sighed, his gaze slipping away from hers heavily. "There was no point," he muttered, a trace of frustration threading his words. "It's… nothing, I promise. A temporary inconvenience – my medical team will have this resolved before we know it."
"Temporary?" She shook her head, a flash of anguish spilling over her anger. "Your father died of this! Don't sit there and tell me it's nothing when we both know exactly what this illness is capable of!"
How could he suffer in silence? Padme just couldn't understand why he'd want to keep this a secret – didn't Vader want the people who loved him to take care of him? He might be the Emperor, but he was still a human man, he was vulnerable like anyone else. She was so damn angry with him. Padme wanted to smack a datapad across his head! She wanted to slap his stupid face! She wanted… she wanted him to be well again. Tears burned in her eyes, threatening to fall.
When Vader managed to look at her again, his golden eyes meeting hers, the fear in them, the sorrow, made her mouth go dry. "I have a team of the best medical experts working on it. They're close to… something. I'm fine, Padme. You don't have to worry about me."
"You're fine?" she repeated, her voice trembling. She knelt before him, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "You're not fine. This isn't something you can brush off. Why would you keep this to yourself?"
Why wouldn't he come to them? Anakin and Vader were closer than any siblings she'd ever met. They trusted each other as much as any two people ever could… Or that was what she'd believed. Why did Vader feel like he couldn't confide in his brother? Her heart gave a bitter pang. Why couldn't he trust her? She was his… friend. Wasn't she? Padme would have helped him, she would have been there for him if he'd only let her.
Vader glanced down at their entwined hands, the brief flicker of vulnerability in his eyes was almost unsettling. "Because I didn't want anyone to…" He sighed, tearing his eyes from hers to look out the window again, "I didn't want you to see me like this," he murmured. "To see me weak. Afraid."
Padme felt her blazing anger melt into a sorrow she could barely contain. Her eyes burned. "How could you be so stupid?" She whispered, "I would always rather know, Vader, even if it terrifies me. I know Anakin feels the same way! You don't have to face this alone. We want to help you."
For a long moment, he was silent, his thumb tracing circles over her hand, his gaze distant. "I couldn't bring myself to tell either of you," he finally admitted, his voice a faint whisper. "I didn't want you to look at me and see… an ending."
Her heart ached as she leaned closer, gripping his hand tighter. "Don't you understand?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't care about power, or strength, or the Empire. I just… I just want you to be here. You don't have to hide things from me – from anyone! You have so many people who care about you, Vader. Me, Anakin, Sabe, Satine… your wife," her mouth curled, "Let us be here for you."
He closed his eyes and for a fleeting moment, the rigid mask he wore cracked and Padme saw the weight he carried, the fear he hid so deeply from everyone around him. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone and he opened his eyes, lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers.
"Stay with me," he murmured, his voice softened, vulnerable. "Just a little while longer."
Padme nodded, her heart both breaking and resolute, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, she wasn't going to let him face it alone anymore.
Anakin looked down at his bouncing knee, his shoulders tense as he clenched Padme's hand probably a little too tightly. He loosened his grip, clearing his throat and whispered, "I can't let that happen." His voice cracked, trembling tellingly. He brushed Leia's growing hair back, his hand lingering on her soft curls for a moment. "She's still so small, Padme… if she remembers anything, I don't want it to be this."
She was only a baby, just a few weeks away from her first birthday… What if he was like his father? What if this illness was inside him, waiting for its chance to rot him to nothing like it did Sidious? Anakin's chest seized, cutting off his breath for several moments. What if it was already happening? Leia wouldn't even remember him if he died while she was so young.
As if sensing his worry, Leia stirred, wrapping her arms around him, nuzzling her little head more comfortably against his chest. Anakin's heart twisted – he was going to do anything in his power to keep her safe from this. He'd gladly get sick and suffer every day for the rest of his miserable life if it meant Leia was healthy. She was the best of them, truly the only good that had ever come from his blood. She deserved a long, happy life.
"Anakin," Padme said softly, reaching up to touch his face, urging him to meet her gaze. "Stop torturing yourself." Her hand gently stroked his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that had grown during the past few sleepless nights. He'd barely mustered the strength to drag himself into the refresher and shove on clothes every day since Vader told him what was happening, everything else seemed like a waste of energy while they were waiting for the results. "Whatever happens…" She continued, "I'm with you and I'll stand by you until the end. You won't face this alone, my love."
Anakin closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, letting out a shaky breath as the tension coiled tight inside him began to ease just slightly. "I don't deserve you," he murmured. "I don't know how you can stand to look at me with that kind of love… I… It's all my fault… I'm so sorry…" he whispered, the words catching in his throat and he shook his head, willing this nightmare to end. "I'm so sorry…"
Whatever this virothrax was… it came from his blood. His cursed family somehow managed to get even worse and Anakin hadn't thought that was possible. Their precious little girl could suffer because of him. Anakin couldn't stand it. He couldn't look himself in the mirror. Leia deserved so much better than him as her father.
Padme's hand slipped over his, warm and gentle, grounding him from his spiralling thoughts. But her touch reminded him how much he had to lose. If this sickness was in him, if it was lying dormant, ready to tear apart everything they had built for themselves, he was never going to forgive himself for putting her through it. Anakin looked at Padme, his lover, his soulmate, his wife… and felt the agony of her worry as much as his own as it pulsed inside her force signature. He didn't deserve this love, this loyalty, not when he had no power to promise her anything in return.
What good was it to wield the power of the force if he couldn't use it to save the ones he loved?
The words of Vader's lead doctor from a few days ago echoed in his mind. Being Vader's twin increased his risk of carrying the gene, their shared blood and genetics meant they were the same on the inside, sharing the same poisoned blood and biology. Anakin clenched his jaw, suppressing the anger boiling within him at the force's cruelty, at the disease that had already claimed his father and was slowly infecting his brother.
Was this what it meant to be a Skywalker? Constant pain? The forces of the universe dealing constant punishment for the sins carried in their blood?
Padme's fingers tightened over his. "Anakin," she whispered, her voice full of conviction. "None of this means you will get sick. The doctor only said it's a higher risk, not that it's a guarantee. There's hope – we have to hold onto that."
He tried to find that same hope, tried to cling to the comfort in her words. He'd never understand how Padme managed to find light in the deepest darkness, but she was his guide. She truly was an angel sent for him alone. And for her, he tried, he truly tried to rally his spirit, to hold onto faith that everything was going to be alright again. He wanted to be strong for her and Leia…
But the memories of the last time he ever visited his father burned inside his mind. He saw Sidious' frail body kept alive only by machines, his lungs and veins full of poison. And Vader… that shadow of fear he sensed within his brother haunted him. "They're going to find a cure," he whispered, voice raw, his eyes fixed on the door beyond them. "They have to."
Vader and Arievel were waiting outside, strange allies in a strange moment, but his brother's choice of companion made no difference to him right now. All that mattered was the hand that held his and the daughter who was counting on him.
Anakin took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he felt the weight of Padme's gaze on him. He was going to fight this, whatever it took. For Leia. For Padme.
He sat rigid, barely registering Padme's hand beginning to trace soothing circles along his back. His mind raced beyond control, unable to quiet the fears that had taken hold, until finally, the zabrak doctor re-entered the room, datapad in hand, and Anakin's breath caught. Just moments ago, he'd been desperate to hear whatever news the doctor brought, but now… now he was terrified of it. If this disease was lurking inside him or Leia, it would tear their world apart.
"Your Majesties," The doctor gave a respectful bow and settled into the chair opposite them, his gaze steady. Anakin felt Padme's hand slide into his again and he gripped it tightly. He always tried to be strong, to face any storm with unshakable resilience, yet here he was, unable to still the trembling that had taken hold of his whole body. He felt like a frightened little boy staring up at his father again. He couldn't help it… The thought of Padme, or Leia, watching him fade like Sidious – no, he couldn't let that happen! But how could he stop it if this illness was in his blood?
"My sincere apologies for your wait," the doctor said, calm and composed. "These things do take time, unfortunately."
Why was he delaying? Anakin couldn't help but snap. "Have you got an answer or not?" He demanded, sitting upright, his knee bouncing anxiously all over again.
Padme squeezed his hand. "Ani…" she whispered, her voice soft and steady. "Calm down. It's going to be alright. Please, doctor, continue."
He wanted to believe her. But as he clung to her hand, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, couldn't face the hope he saw in her eyes. Not yet. Whatever this news was, he needed to hear it now, needed to face the truth before it blindsided them as it had Vader. Anakin's gaze remained fixed on the doctor, willing him to speak before he lost his nerve and raced out of the room.
"We tested the samples taken from both you and Princess Leia thrice to ensure our results are conclusive," the doctor said, pausing to tap the button that dimmed the datapad's screen. "And I can confirm they are indeed very conclusive." His hands clasped on the desk and Anakin's breath hitched. Padme's thumb brushed over his knuckles in a steady rhythm, a gentle anchor. No matter what, they were going to face this together. "Neither you nor Leia carry the gene inside you," the doctor said, his words calm but certain as he gave a soft, understanding smile. "I am very glad to assure you both of your perfect health."
Anakin exhaled, the weight of days of fear and dread lifting in an instant. He clutched his daughter with an indescribable sense of relief. "Thank the force," he whispered, his voice thick and breathless. "Thank the force…" His little girl was going to be fine. She was safe! Whatever he'd done to earn the force's good graces, he'd gladly do it again and again. He'd do anything to thank the universe for Leia's safety.
Tears slid down Padme's cheeks and she pressed a hand to her mouth, her laughter and relieved sobs mingling as she looked at him with unrestrained joy. "Ani, I told you!" she laughed breathlessly. "I told you it was going to be alright!"
As he held Leia, feeling the steady warmth of her heartbeat against his, Anakin thought of nothing but the precious reality in his arms. They were safe, both of them. And for a fleeting, blissful moment, he allowed himself to forget the shadow that still loomed over his life, that Vader was still sick, and the cruel truth that they had no idea how to make him better.
Three weeks later.
In the living room of his private wing, Vader found Satine reclining on the sofa, her long blonde hair flowing freely in icy tendrils he longed to run his fingers through. With her back turned to him, the Duchess remained blissfully unaware of his arrival. He shrugged off his black cloak, draping it over the edge of an armchair near the doorway. Force, it felt incredible to have someone waiting for him at the end of the day, someone who genuinely missed him as the hours slipped by. His own wife was little more than a stranger, a companion in public but nothing more behind closed doors, where she preferred to shut herself away these days.
Finally, he had something of his own.
Smiling, Vader leaned down to press a soft kiss to Satine's pale cheek. "How was your day?" he asked. Usually, he returned to find her amid a projected meeting, several volatile voices clamouring for her attention as advisors sought her guidance to restore order in Mandalore. The growing threat of Death Watch loomed, demanding a strong hand to secure stability and ensure the Kryze lineage endured. More than ever, her system required strength – one voice to command the rest.
Yet Satine declined any Imperial support he offered, and having given up pressing her on the subject, Vader savoured these domestic moments with her instead, damn what people had to say about it. Soon enough, some other scandal would distract the masses, a new affair to capture their interest and the whispers about them would fade.
Satine gave a restrained sniffle, halting Vader in his steps behind her. For the first time, he noticed she was still wrapped in the soft green robe he had seen her wearing that morning – a rarity for her. "What's wrong?" he asked gently. After a moment, she turned to face him, her piercing eyes reddened and swollen, her usually flawless skin blotched and flushed. He had never seen her so dishevelled.
"Obi-Wan contacted me today," she began, shaking her head. "He's fighting the divorce. He… he said he won't allow the children to come here, under any circumstances. And… my advisors agree with him! They're unhappy that I'm with you, no matter the reason. Any other man, they said, and there would be no issue. But you're the Emperor of an Empire Mandalore simply cannot align itself with while maintaining our neutrality and independence. As Duchess, the laws decree that if I do not return and end this relationship, I must step down and allow my sister to rule in my place until my eldest turns sixteen. And we both know Bo would turn control over to Death Watch at the first opportunity, robbing my family of their birthright. That cannot happen."
Hardly surprising. Vader had been anticipating this since Satine had appeared in his bedroom. Mandalore was a stubborn system, torn between peace and chaos at its very core. It was going to take someone stronger and firmer than her to force it into submission again. If Satine were forced into an abdication, Kenobi and the children were no match for an army of warriors desperate to seize control. The Kryze family was a fraying thread with a shorter lifespan than he imagined.
"I understand the politics of it," he sighed, leaning his weight on the sofa. "Your advisors don't want your heirs coming here, risking capture or the allure of my illicit charm tempting them into Imperial control."
"This isn't a joke!" Satine cried, "Isn't there something you can do? There must be a way you can help me make them see sense!"
Vader narrowed his eyes. "You and your family have ensured Mandalore's continued independence from Imperial rule for two generations, Satine. Unless you sign a treaty bringing your system under my control, I have no power to force your husband and council to send the children." Gaining control of Mandalore was a victory his predecessors could only dream of. If he could only convince her… The other independent systems would soon follow. It was time those worlds kneeled to his crown – if he could do it without the Death Star…
"You know that's impossible!" Satine whimpered, rising onto her knees and throwing her arms around Vader, her soft cries muffled against him. He held her, gently stroking her hair as her sobs shook her. After a few moments, he found his gaze drifting to the ceiling, stifling a grimace. Truthfully, he was tired of the constant turmoil surrounding Satine's fractured marriage. The children she had left behind barely crossed his mind. If they came here, they'd only become an inconvenience he'd have to tolerate to keep her content.
Ironically, despite the misery and loneliness he'd endured before, Vader was beginning to appreciate the absolute quiet his solitary life had provided. Maybe the absence of such romantic company had been a gift he hadn't fully valued until now.
When her sobbing finally subsided, Vader quietly thanked the force. "Feel better?" he murmured as Satine lifted her tear-streaked face from his chest, nodding faintly and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Vader. Thank you for being so understanding. I just… if I stay here with you, how am I supposed to live without my children?"
"We'll find a way," he forced himself to smile for her sake.
Coruscant's afternoon sun was gentle and warm as Padme sat with her handmaidens and Sabe in the open living room of the apartment, the fresh air from the veranda kissing her face as feminine laughter filled the room. A few small holos of Leia at different moments flashed within the frame sitting on the table and her heart warmed as she traced her finger along the edge of one with Leia's wide-eyed, gap-toothed smile.
"We don't want anything too extravagant," she said softly, looking at the women around her. "Anakin and I agreed – just family and close friends."
It hardly felt real to be planning Leia's first birthday party. Padme felt like she blinked and her baby was morphing into a toddler. Time was going so fast, she wished they could slow down and enjoy this time a little more before her little girl was all grown up. It didn't help that her adorable little babbles were getting closer and closer to sounding like actual words, her heart couldn't take it.
Sabe, generously sparing her limited time to offer a helping hand today, smiled knowingly. "I never thought I'd see myself agreeing to avoid a photo-op…" She laughed, "But it's our little Princess' first birthday. She should be able to enjoy it without flashing cams everywhere… But I will need a new picture to release, though… Sorry."
Padme smiled, relieved Sabe understood. She'd been afraid the aide was going to push for something public and flashy. "Leia deserves a day that's all about her."
Dorme tilted her head thoughtfully, flicking through inspiration images on her datapad carelessly, her sea-blue sleeve slipping up her delicate wrist. "I was thinking maybe we could have it in the garden? The reports are claiming beautiful weather and the blossoms we had planted are in bloom, it'll be very beautiful."
Padme's smile widened. "That's perfect! And we could set up a small tent, with soft colours… and something for Leia to play with, there's only so much grown-up talk she can tolerate before getting bored and fussy."
Teckla, who was usually more reserved, cleared her throat, "What if we decorated with some delicate lights, like the ones at your wedding? The um, the real one. Nothing too bright, just a little touch for the evening as it starts to get dark."
Padme nodded, her mind whirling with ideas. If everything came together like this, it was going to be perfect. That's exactly what she wanted, a beautiful, perfect day all about her little girl. Gods knew her family needed something positive and exciting to look forward to after these last few weeks. She felt her heart tighten, Leia and Anakin might have been spared virothrax, but Vader was still suffering until they found the cure. They needed something to take everyone's mind off the subject. "I love that idea. Leia adores the lights, she's always trying to grab them when they're twinkling. She'll be so excited when she sees them. Oh, and for food, I was thinking simple. Finger foods, fruits, small cakes… Maybe some wine for the adults?"
"Aww, we should get a small cake just for Leia!" Sabe grinned. "Have you seen the pictures on the holo-net of babies smashing their own cakes, getting themselves covered in it? I love it! That should be the picture we release – the media will go insane!"
Padme laughed softly, she could practically see her friend's brain whirling away, planning and drafting releases right here. In an ideal galaxy, she'd like to avoid releasing any pictures of her baby at all, but she supposed something could be shared on such a special occasion. "I'm sure Anakin will love that idea…" She trailed off, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "He's been so excited about this. He's so much more sentimental than people realise."
Her handmaidens shared a knowing smile and Sabe rolled her eyes. "Oh, he's not as subtle as either of you think. Everyone sees how he melts around Leia."
She laughed in earnest, conceding that Sabe was probably right. Anakin was a proud father, for all his battle prowess and fierce power, commanding the Imperial army like it was nothing – he was powerless against Leia's smile. Padme couldn't blame him, she was hardly any better. Her cheeks were beginning to ache, but she just couldn't stop smiling! Her heart felt full to bursting with pride and love for the little family they created. If only her past self knew the happiness awaiting her in the future… "I just can't believe she's growing up so quickly," she sighed, "I just want her to remember… no, not remember, I want her to feel how much she's loved."
Dorme reached out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I promise she will, Padme. We're going to make this day perfect for her."
"You know, speaking of Anakin," Sabe sat back in her seat, "Where is he? I haven't seen him since I arrived."
That was true, Padme felt her smile fall into a frown. It wasn't like him to not come greet his friend, she knew he was home and she'd told him Sabe was coming over today. What could be keeping him so busy? "Let me go find him, he'll want to know what we're deciding anyway."
She checked the office they shared in the apartment, finding it empty, before heading down the hall toward their bedroom. Leia couldn't be up from her nap to occupy her father right now, she was due another half hour – so why was he hiding away? He was really looking forward to planning this party yesterday.
The doors to their bedroom slid open and Padme found Anakin sitting on the edge of the bed, a dimming datapad clutched in his hands. Padme stepped into the room quietly, sensing the heaviness in his silence. He looked deeply lost in his thoughts, frowning at whatever was bothering him. "Ani? What's wrong?" She asked quietly. Sitting down beside him, she gently laid a hand on his tensed shoulder. Anakin blinked before glancing at her, his face taut with worry.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I just keep thinking about my father… the way he was at the end. He was hideous. I…" he shook his head, "I'd stopped visiting him years before he died, but even then his condition was awful. Full of tubes and wires breathing for him… He wasn't even a person anymore." His voice faltered and he looked away, as if ashamed. "I can't stand to think that could happen to Vader. Or… or to me."
Padme reached out, brushing her fingers gently through his hair as he talked. She wanted to comfort him, to make all his worries disappear, but she knew he needed to let it out first. "The doctors said you don't carry the gene," she said softly, trying to reassure him. It wasn't possible for him or Leia to get sick, whatever caused the sickness wasn't inside them the way it had been with Sidious. The way it was with Vader. Her heart stumbled a beat.
Anakin shook his head. "It doesn't matter, Padme. They don't even understand what this is. It could change, mutate… they have no idea how to cure it. What if… what if I do end up like him?" His voice broke and he looked down where his hands trembled in his lap. "What if Leia sees me like that?"
Padme's heart cracked as she saw the glisten of tears in his eyes. She reached out, cradling his face between her hands, running her thumbs gently over his cheekbones as she forced him to look at her. "Anakin," she murmured, her voice tender and unwavering, "No matter what happens, you won't go through it alone. I will always be here with you."
He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as if her words were a balm to his fear. She hated how a hint of anguish lingered, mirroring her own. A sliver of true fear slid into her heart at the thought of Anakin suffering the way Sidious did. He'd been bedbound and unconscious for years. That was no life – especially not for someone like her husband, so vibrant and energetic. Padme swallowed, her voice thick with emotion. "If you were to get sick… I would take care of you and Leia would remember you as the loving, strong father she has now."
He opened his eyes, his anguished gaze locking with hers. "But what if…" he trailed off, struggling to speak and Padme shook her head, her hand tracing gently down his face.
"We can't let this fear control us," she said. "Our future isn't written yet, Ani. Hopefully, someday, we'll be old, grey and surrounded by grandchildren, reminiscing about these days. But if that's not our path… I still want to walk it with you, come what may."
Anakin's lip trembled as her words sank in and she saw the weight lifting, if only a little. She placed a soft kiss on his forehead, her voice a whisper as she reminded him, "Our beautiful, healthy daughter is about to turn one year old. We have so much to live for, so much joy still ahead of us."
A tear slipped down his cheek and he leaned into her, pressing his forehead to hers as he whispered, "You're the light of my life, Padme. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She smiled softly, brushing her lips over his, her own heart filled with both love and an unbreakable determination. "You're never going to find out… Neither of us are." Racking her brain, Padme tried to piece together something as sweepingly romantic as the corny, heart-racing lines Anakin loved to lavish her with. She was never very good at this, preferring to keep to more literal professions of her love, but she desperately wanted to see him smile again. "We… we're… written across the stars, Anakin. Nothing is going to come between us ever."
Anakin pulled her close, holding her as if he'd never let go as he laughed, the familiar deep rumble healing something inside her. And as they sat together in the stillness, Padme felt her love for him strengthen, solid and unwavering against whatever lay beyond.
"And these are for the lady of the hour!" Sola beamed as she placed several beautifully wrapped gifts on the table where Leia bounced in Anakin's arms, enjoying the excitement of the day. "I can't believe she's a year old already!" Seeing the pretty colours and patterned ribbons brought an eager squeal from the baby's mouth and Padme affectionately brushed Leia's curls from her face.
"Oh, Sola, Darred, this is far too much!" Padme laughed, "You're spoiling her – all of you!" For this special day, she and Anakin had already indulged in a little extra spoiling themselves, splurging on gifts that Leia probably didn't need, but it was worth it to see her little face light up as she eagerly tore into the wrapping paper that morning. Now presents from her parents, Dorme, Sabe, Rex, Fives, Cody, Sola and Darred filled the room! Soon, toys were going to be finding their way into every corner of the house!
"Not at all!" Darred replied, capturing Leia's beaming face with a bright flash of his cam. "Besides, we love spoiling her. What else are the fun aunt and uncle for?" Despite his smile, Padme noticed a shadow of sadness in his eyes and her heart sank. In their recent talks, Sola had confided that their doctors were now urging them to consider adoption, a suggestion that still deeply frustrated her sister. They had tried everything they could think of, every method and every hopeful tip, but still no baby. Padme could only imagine the ache of that struggle.
"Exactly!" Ruwee laughed, reaching for his grandchild. Anakin chuckled and handed the baby over. "She's not going to be this small forever," he cooed softly, "enjoy every moment of it while you can."
Padme's heart melted to see such fierce love and pride shining in Anakin's eyes for their baby girl. How had they been parents for a whole year already? She hadn't believed people's affectionate warnings of time flying by could be so true. "Before we know it, she'll be going out on dates and refusing to leave her room," she placed her palm on Anakin's back in time to feel him tense.
"Absolutely not," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, "Not until she's thirty at least."
"Hush, beloved," Padme laughed, exchanging an amused eye-roll with her sister, "Or else you can explain your hypocrisy to my father here and now. We were practically living together before I was thirty years old. Why should Leia not be afforded the same freedoms we enjoyed?" As expected, her husband had no arguments to save himself and their guests sniggered to see him so defeated.
"Welcome to the rest of your life, son," Ruwee freed one hand from holding Leia to clap Anakin's shoulder, commiserating. "You'll be on the losing end of every argument involving these two. I haven't won anything since Padme learned how to talk."
"Oh, I know," Anakin groaned, "I've given up trying to argue with her."
Laughing warmly, Jobal clapped her hands together, drawing everyone's attention to where she stood by the two-tiered pink-and-white frosted birthday cake Threepio had picked up this morning. "Should we cut my granddaughter a slice of her cake?" As if understanding what her grandmother said, Leia reached out with both hands toward the cake, trying to grab a fistful before Ruwee arched away with a laugh.
"Actually, mom, we're going to wait a little longer. Ahsoka and Vader should be coming along soon and I don't want them to think we got started without them," Padme slid her arm around Anakin. They hadn't seen much of Vader since the news that only he carried the virothrax gene. She didn't blame him for desiring space, anyone would feel a little resentful in his position, but she was worried about him. At least he had Satine by his side, regardless of her feelings on their relationship, she was just glad he wasn't alone right now.
"The…" Jobal sounded breathless, "The Emperor will be joining us?"
Anakin chuckled and wrapped his arm around Padme's waist, tracing a small circle on her hip. Vader had met her family a handful of times without ceremony or celebration and yet her mother remained starstruck and nervous around Anakin's twin. "He should be here soon actually," he nodded, "and Satine, of course."
"Oh," her mother lifted her eyebrows and dropped her gaze to the floor, "I didn't know that woman would be here today."
"Mother…" Sola hissed, "Don't start this again!" Dread coiled in the pit of Padme's stomach as her sister threw an apologetic glance over her shoulder. Obviously, there had been some prior conversations about Vader and Satine while she wasn't around.
"I saw the Emperor and… her on the holo-net news the other day," Jobal cleared her throat, avoiding their eyes, "They were attending a performance in the opera house in the royal box. I must say I was surprised he would be so… blatantly disrespectful to the Empress."
Gods help them, Padme winced. "Mother, you know nothing of Vader's marriage or relationships." She certainly had her own reservations about the relationship and the damage it caused, but she knew how sensitive Anakin could be on the subject of his brother. He was already stiff beside her, biting his tongue for her sake. "And where else would he sit? Vader is the Emperor, it's his place."
"You should use the Duchess' name, dear," Ruwee said awkwardly, "to be respectful – especially if she'll be joining us this afternoon."
The gossip holo-mags had been aflame with Vader and Satine's affair since the very beginning, spreading rumours and lies across the galaxy almost daily. There seemed to be a great deal of sympathy for Obi-Wan and Arievel – more so with the Empress' recent displays of generosity. She'd invited Padme to join her in her charitable works more than once, though the public nature always made her a little uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," Jobal held up her hands with a shrug, "I just believe that it's shameful behaviour. It is my opinion and nothing is going to change it. Marriage is a sacred bond – regardless of the reasons it is entered into. The Emperor is – "
"My brother," Anakin growled, "Vader is my brother and you should remember that. I don't want to hear any more talk about this today. His personal life is his own business, not ours."
"I'm sorry," Padme whispered, turning so no one else could hear her quiet words, "I had no idea this was going to be brought up today." It couldn't be easy to hear so much gossip about your sibling. She wouldn't be able to stand listening to anyone talking about Sola in any capacity. Despite his thunderous expression, Anakin gave her hip a gentle squeeze, a silent assurance of his understanding.
"Yes, quite right," Darred nodded, clearing his throat uncomfortably, "Well, anyone for a drink?"
Before anyone could answer, Threepio padded into the room followed by Artoo on his heels. The droids bickered in quiet words and unintelligible beeps until the golden protocol droid gave a small gasp. "Oh my! To say such things on an important day like today – and within earshot of guests? Shameful!" Shaking his head as much as his shining plating would allow, he stepped forward, "Master Anakin, Mistress Padme, his royal Majesty, Emperor Vader and Duchess Satine of Mandalore have arrived along with Miss Ahsoka Tano."
Well, it was certainly fortune timing for the previous conversation's ending Padme thought with a breath of relief. She knew how easily the Skywalker brothers could pick up on thoughts and feelings with their powers. She didn't want her mother's harsh opinions to offend Vader.
Ahsoka was the first to enter the room, racing away from the no doubt awkward interaction with Vader outside. Anakin reached for his apprentice, sliding his hand between the two pointed lekku on her head and shoving the girl affectionately. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming, Snips," he grinned. His obvious affection for the girl always warmed Padme's heart and even though Ahsoka had come far in their training, he still treated her as though she were a child much to the girl's chagrin.
Padme could only imagine how that same protectiveness was going to show itself when Leia grew up.
Dressed in a simple red dress and matching boots, Ahsoka was comfortable and casual enough to pass for any normal civilian, not the trained warrior she was becoming. The togruta rushed to greet Leia whose bright smile lit up her small face to see one of her favourite people. "Leia, you're one!" The girl smiled, "Do you know how many that is?"
Leia babbled something unintelligible and Ahsoka nodded, "That sounds about right."
"I still can't believe my granddaughter is already a year old," Jobal said with a fond smile, reaching out to gently stroke Leia's soft cheek. "Before long, she won't even be a baby anymore! Oh, Padme, you should have another! Imagine having two little ones so close in age running around together…"
Padme felt her breath catch, as though her mother's words had knocked the air from her. Beside her, Anakin shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat as a heavy silence fell over the room, shattering the cheerful atmosphere.
Ever since Anakin had brought up the idea of having another baby, Padme had tried not to think about it. She'd always dreamed of a big family, but the intensity of her physical and mental recovery after having Leia had taken her by surprise, not to mention the strain it had put on their marriage. Maybe things would be easier now they had a better understanding of parenthood and a nanny to help as they juggled their demanding careers. But could adding another child ruin the stability they fought so hard to achieve?
And with virothrax causing issues, would it even be fair to bring another child into the galaxy, knowing they could be at risk?
Across the room, Padme noticed Sola gripping the back of a chair so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Their mother hadn't meant to hurt anyone, she was just excited, but with Sola facing a painful struggle with fertility, her words carried an unintended sting. Darred leaned in to whisper something to his wife, gently rubbing her back. Sola managed a polite smile, but Padme could see it was far from genuine, failing to reach her eyes.
"We're just enjoying Leia for now," Anakin came to everyone's rescue with an easy laugh and dismissive shrug, "Being a small family has advantages we're enjoying before even considering another." After a moment of obvious disappointment, Jobal nodded and smiled again, busying herself with reorganising Leia's ridiculous pile of gifts as Ahsoka laid her own wrapped parcel down on the table. Grateful for the distraction, Padme leaned against her husband, lifting her gaze to mouth a relieved 'thank you' while nobody was looking.
Anakin smiled indulgently, bending to brush his lips against hers for a brief but satisfying moment which ended all too soon as Vader and Satine finally strode into the living room, hand in hand. The Duchess was dressed in her favoured elegant shades of emerald green, though her hair was styled into an easy, sleek bun which sat low on her head without the added glamour of her famed headpieces. Beside her, Vader was dressed in his usual uniform of black trousers and a matching coat with red embellishments. She was struck by how much better he looked today than the last time they saw each other. Colour had returned to his face and the dark circles beneath his eyes had lessened.
Whatever his doctors were doing, it was working!
"Where my little Princess?" The Emperor smiled, releasing Satine to cross the room and lift Leia into his eager arms. The baby squealed excitedly as Vader carefully spun her in a small circle before settling her back into his arms. "She's getting so big!" He laughed, "Force, she makes me feel like an old man!"
"How do you think I feel?" Anakin rolled his eyes, withdrawing his arm from Padme's waist to pick up his drink from the table. "It's all downhill from here, I think." Around the room, everyone laughed as the brothers bantered and Leia settled happily in her uncle's arms. "We'll be old and grey before we know it."
Something flickered in Vader's gaze, a quick flash in the bright yellow of his eyes that vanished before Padme could fully grasp it. Anakin's words, though meant to be warm and loving, struck a painful chord, much like her mother's earlier comment. Vader's future was uncertain, his life wasn't guaranteed to be long. She turned away, fighting down a sudden wave of guilt. It all felt so unfair. Her family was blessed to be free from the gene, yet Vader faced this illness alone.
She had to stop thinking like this. Vader was going to be fine! He had the very best medical experts in the galaxy working tirelessly to create a cure and keep him with them for a long, long time. There was hope. There was always hope.
"Thank you for coming," Padme smiled at Vader and Satine while the blonde Duchess tenderly touched Leia's small hand. "I know you're both very busy. It means a lot to us that you could find the time to come all the way to Naboo."
"Anything for my niece," Vader smiled proudly, "The needs of the galaxy can wait on this special day."
"She really is the sweetest little girl…" Satine cooed, "She looks so much like you, Padme! You must feel so proud every time you look at her. I know when my eldest was born, I certainly – " A soft, breathless sob interrupted the Duchess' fond words as all eyes in the room turned just in time to see Sola's eyes glisten with unshed tears. Her sister trembled so visibly, Padme was afraid she might collapse. Shaking her head, Sola slapped a hand over her mouth and turned to flee, her heels clicking with every frantic step. Silence lingered in the aftermath as Satine glanced between Vader and the space Sola had just occupied. "I… was it something I said?"
As if sensing the discomfort in the atmosphere, Leia whimpered and began to cry in her uncle's arms, wriggling as she attempted to free herself. Anakin stepped forward to soothe her before the uneasiness became a tantrum, but Vader shook his head, readjusting the baby's slight weight. "It's alright, I've got her," he said. "Come on, sweetheart, no tears! I've missed you!"
"Dah-blah!" Leia began to cry, "dah-blah!"
Nodding, Padme touched Anakin's arm. "I'm going to check on Sola." When he nodded, she glanced at Darred, who did the same. She knew Sola needed her more than anyone right now. Bracing herself, she quickly stepped through the same doorway her sister had hurried through, leading out onto the private veranda. Sola was curled up in one of the chairs, sobbing quietly into her hands as the afternoon light softened, painting vibrant streaks of orange and pink across the sky.
"Sola…" Padme approached slowly. "What's wrong?" When she didn't respond immediately, Padme settled into the chair beside her and gently rubbed her back. "Hey… it's alright. Just breathe…"
"I'm so sorry," Sola choked out, her shoulders trembling. "I… I've ruined Leia's party! You must hate me!"
"That's not true at all," Padme reassured her, shaking her head. "Leia's had the best day, being spoiled rotten and surrounded by all her favourite people. She couldn't be happier." Padme knew that first birthdays were mostly for the adults anyway. Leia was enjoying herself, but she'd never remember any of this once she got older.
"I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that in front of the Emperor!" Sola whimpered, wiping her eyes. "The Emperor, Padme! I'll never be able to look him in the eye again. You must be so angry with me. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's okay," Padme said again, "Vader is very understanding. He'll know there is a reason you're upset – everyone has a bad moment now and again." Sola came willingly into her arms, sniffling and trembling. Their childhood felt like lifetimes ago, being girls in the heart of Naboo, swimming in the cool lake waters and picnicking in fields of flowers. Sola had always been the more mature sister, comforting Padme through the stresses of volunteering in several political programs and internships as she worked toward a Senatorial career. Now it was her turn to look after her sister for a change.
After a few minutes, Sola sat up, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. "Goodness, I'm sorry, Padme. What a mess… I've been trying to keep it together for so long, but it just feels impossible today." Her voice wavered as she went on, "The doctors… they said I can't have a baby. They said it with such finality. They've tried everything and nothing works… There's nothing left to try. They said I'll never be a mother." Her lip trembled and fresh tears threatened to spill. "But without a baby, my life feels pointless!"
A hot wave of indignation rose in Padme, though she held her tongue. There was so much more to life than being a parent – fulfilling careers, deep friendships, true love. Many people led full, meaningful lives without children. But this wasn't the moment for that argument, Sola needed reassurance, not a fight.
"Your life is not pointless!" Padme insisted gently, shaking her head. "You have parents and a sister who love you deeply and a husband who would do anything to see you happy. You have so much to live for, Sola." She knew it was easy to lose sight of everything you had when one cherished dream felt out of reach, but if she could help Sola see her worth beyond this pain, it might ease her sister's heart, even if only a little.
"Don't pander to me," Sola shook her head, "You have no idea what it's like to have the one thing you want most in life be impossible to achieve. How would you have felt if after all your work, all the sacrifices you made, you had lost the Senatorial elections? Hm? Can you begin to understand how it feels? Or – or what if your husband never loved you back? How would you recover?"
Padme sighed, withdrawing her arm to give Sola some space as her breathing began to even out again. Everything she described would have been devastating and would have shaken her for a long while, but time healed all things in the end, didn't it? She imagined for a moment, years ago in the morning hours after the Hedsard ball, going to Anakin's rooms only to be turned away… She had already been heartbroken but that final rejection might have bled him out of her heart once and for all. "I would have been inconsolable," she admitted, "but eventually, things would get better. They always do. There would be something else, another path meant for me."
"That's the thing!" Sola began to cry again, "There isn't anything else I want to do, Padme! Being a mother, raising a family and maintaining our home is all I've ever wanted for my life. I've never had any other hopes or dreams, this was everything and it's… I feel like it's being taken away from me and there's nothing I can do about it!"
Padme winced at the agony in her sister's voice. As a girl, she'd always been distracted by her studies or lost in some sweeping romantic story, but Sola spent her days mothering her dolls or volunteering to babysit for their neighbours. Taking care of people had been her passion and though there were other ways to fulfil such things, right now her sister needed to mourn.
"Darred says he's more than satisfied with our life together," Sola continued, wiping at her eyes. "I do everything to make sure the house is perfect, that there's a hot meal waiting when he gets home. He says he isn't missing anything, that we can find something new to make us happy… but…" She squeezed her eyes shut, her face twisted in raw agony. "Padme, I can't be happy with just him. I need more."
"Don't say that!" Padme's eyes widened. "You love Darred – you always have!" They'd been together for so long, almost since childhood. Their love had always been so beautiful, steadfast and true. Padme knew her sister loved him. Surely, this was just the heartbreak talking, a reaction to the intense stress she was under.
"If I knew…" Sola's voice trembled, her whole body shuddering, and a chill prickled Padme's skin. "Gods help me, but if I knew there was another man who could give me a baby…" She shrugged, her face hardening. "I'd leave. I'd do whatever it takes to be a mother."
Padme felt the floor drop away beneath her. This couldn't be real. This wasn't her sister speaking, it was someone else, someone desperate and hurting. This was the devastation talking. In a few days, Sola would surely look back, horrified by the words that had escaped her. But still, Padme couldn't shake the unease settling in her chest.
"Come on," she murmured, squeezing Sola's shoulder, forcing a gentle smile despite her inner turmoil. "Why don't you freshen up and we'll finally cut some of that cake, hm? If we wait any longer, Threepio might short-circuit from anticipation and I don't think Anakin will be thrilled to rewire him."
The attempt at humour was thin, but she hoped it might pull Sola back, if only a little.
"Yes," Her sister nodded, laughing lightly as she sniffled one last time, "That's the last thing we want. I'll meet you inside, okay?"
For a few moments, Padme remained outside after Sola excused herself to the bathroom. She had been so excited for this day for weeks and now it was here, she felt utterly drained and exhausted. Suddenly, she envied Leia's ability to take two naps a day. A quick sleep sounded fantastic right about now… and if she happened to wake up to the guests gone and the party taken care of? Something blissful settled over the Councillor at just the thought.
Sadly, unlike her daughter, Padme had no choice but to go back inside and face their guests and the tense atmosphere. She stood and slipped inside the door, bracing herself for an uncomfortable silence as she stepped into the living room. Surprisingly, though everyone had spread out, quiet, easy conversations hummed throughout the room. Darred, unlike everyone else, lingered alone near the doorway, sipping politely at his drink as he awaited Sola's return. She looked at her brother-in-law and smiled knowingly, after all, all of the pain and heartbreak Sola felt, he carried too, but he wanted to be strong enough for his wife to lean on.
"She's alright," Padme lifted her hand to gently place it upon Darred's shoulder, his green tunic soft beneath her palm. "We talked and she's freshening up. You don't have to worry." Only, she knew he would worry. Darred loved Sola with every part of himself and had done so for years, he would do anything to make her sister happy. She couldn't imagine how it felt to see your loved one so distraught and defeated and being powerless to help.
"Thank you," he nodded, "Things have been… difficult. But we're happy to be here – truly. Seeing Leia is the highlight of our week whenever you're all around." A warm, excited light lit up inside Darred's kind eyes as she smiled. "Between you and I… well, I had always hoped your sister and I would have a baby girl."
Deep in her chest, Padme felt her heart fracture. She knew what it was to long for something that felt impossible. The pain was crushing and the loss of hope… No one should ever have to feel that way. As she slid her hand off of Darred's arm, she nodded, glancing over her shoulder to find her own little girl sitting happily on her uncle's lap as they flicked through one of her holo-mags together. Vader chuckled indulgently, reacting to every little thing Leia pointed out, babbling away in a language unintelligible but utterly adorable. Truly, she had been blessed in so many more ways than she could count.
Sometimes, Padme couldn't help but wonder why her and not others? Would there be a price one day? "Don't lose hope," she managed to smile, "Nothing is impossible. That's what I believe at least."
At that moment, Sola slipped through the doors wearing a painted smile as if nothing had ever happened. Pristine as always, her sister slid up to her husband and wrapped an arm around his body and Padme took her cue to leave the couple be. In the corner of the room, Anakin was busy with her father, playing with Leia's new remotely controlled starship model under the guise of learning how the toy worked. In the week since their daughter had owned the ship, Padme had only ever seen the remote in her husband's hands…
Smiling affectionately, Padme shook her head and glanced at Satine where she and Jobal made slightly less easy conversation by the windows. Whatever they were discussing, she prayed her mother held her tongue and kept her opinions to herself. Satine was no wilting flower, the statuesque woman would have no trouble defending herself against Jobal's underhanded jabs. The woman led a planet whose natural instincts were battle and war into peace – Satine knew how to look after herself.
She wondered if it was that strength that attracted Vader to her all those years ago. Had it been what kept the flame of their desire alive throughout a lifetime apart, separate marriages and children? She looked at the Emperor as he smiled and laughed like any ordinary man while Leia pointed at the hovering images she liked, turning around to be sure her uncle had properly seen them.
He'd made a mistake by indulging her, Padme thought with a laugh, Leia would keep him trapped there for hours and hours until she fell asleep or grew bored of the activity. She and Anakin had been victimised more times than she could count since Leia had gotten big enough to enjoy pictures. Though it was not exactly rare to see uncle and niece together, Vader didn't have the time most people did to spend with his family. She remembered how limited her own free time had been while in the Senate – ruling it meant far more work.
"I hope you're comfortable," Padme smiled, rounding the sofa to meet Vader's golden eyes, "She'll keep you there all day if you let her."
"I'd have no arguments with that," Vader chuckled though his face quickly grew serious, "How is your sister? Is she alright?" There was no judgment or distaste in the Emperor's kind expression, only a genuine concern for someone in such obvious distress. Padme wouldn't blame him for thinking his brother married into a madhouse – she often felt that way from time to time.
"She's…" Padme sighed, shaking her head as she sat by Vader's side, sagging into the soft pillows as a small ache began forming in the centre of her head. "Sola and her husband… They've been married a long time and haven't had any luck having a baby," she said, "I think the stress and disappointment is getting to her, making her say things I know she doesn't mean."
Something beyond her understanding darkened inside Vader's eyes and Padme felt his broad body tense beside her, as if somehow her words had touched a nerve she didn't know existed. Vader looked downward to Leia as she pointed at an image of an actress posing at some event or another in a sparkling silver dress. "Yes, it's very beautiful," he smiled and then lifted his eyes to hers once more, "She has fantastic taste, just like her mother." As she began to smile, Vader stole a glance toward Sola and Darred, "I know – I can imagine the frustration they must feel. The will of the force is strong but I believe we have some power over our fates. I believe your sister will have a child to love one day."
"I hope so," Padme followed Vader's gaze and found Darred arms capturing Sola in a sweetly mutual embrace that felt a little too private for her eyes. Turning back, she stroked Leia's curls as an immense swell of relief and gratitude swept across her body. She was so lucky. She had to take the time to appreciate her family more. "You're very good at this," she smiled at the Emperor, "When the time comes, I think you're going to be a great father, Vader."
This time when he smiled, Vader's expression was bright and excited. "Thank you, Padme. I hope that day comes sooner than later. I always knew that I would be a father one day, it comes with the nature of reigning after all… Well, unless my sickness takes me away first, that is," he laughed morosely.
"How can you even say that?" Padme snapped before she could help herself, "That isn't something you should joke about. We're all worried about you day and night, Vader, Anakin especially. He's tearing himself apart with guilt that you're facing this while he doesn't have to. It's not funny." Didn't he realise how much she – they – cared about him? How worried they were? What did she have to do to make him understand?
Vader had the good sense to look reprimanded. Padme watched as he cleared his throat and glanced downward like a child embarrassed by their own actions. "You're right," he said, "I apologise, Padme, truly. It's only… sometimes, I can't help but think about my father… I don't want that for myself. It's not… I don't want to be remembered laying amongst tubes, barely human anymore. I want my legacy to be everything I have achieved and brought to the galaxy – irreversible changes which forever mark my place in history. I… I can't help but worry now and again… I'm afraid that I've wasted my life waiting for the throne instead of living while I could."
Without thinking, Padme reached for Vader's hand, lacing their fingers together. Her heart bled as he talked about regrets, as beautiful and haunting and utterly infuriating as it could be, the past was unreachable. Nothing could change what had happened even if you wished with every inch of your heart and soul. It was impossible. If she found out that death would come for her tomorrow, she, of course, would have regrets, everyone did. Padme would regret not telling Anakin she loved him sooner. She would regret not seeing her parents as often as she should. She might even regret all the times Bail and Mon had invited her for drinks after long hours in the Senate and she hadn't gone to finish yet another piece of work.
But those regrets were nothing – nothing – compared to the happiness her present life brought her. She had so much to bring her joy, so many things to be grateful for now, what was the point of looking over her shoulder as days slipped by?
"You have wasted nothing," She shook her head, "Legacies aren't only the greatness of accomplishments, but the memories and love you leave in the hearts and minds of the people close to you. Your legacy isn't done, Vader, because you aren't finished yet. You're going to have a long life to make impactful decisions and change the galaxy, but don't forget to enjoy the quiet moments too. Hold your niece and your brother close and…" She forced a deep breath, "And love Satine. We'll let virothrax be our reminder to never take what we have for granted ever again."
Vader gazed at her for several quiet moments until, so very unlike the Emperor he was, he laughed through an exhale and shook his head. "That's…" he trailed off, his eyebrows lifting high upon his forehead as something close to wonder shone in his vibrant yellow eyes. Padme watched him just as closely, analysing the strange emotions swirling within his beautiful eyes. There were no traces of desire or longing in his gaze, but an unspeakable gentleness. "That's…" Vader tried again, "I don't understand how you do it."
"Do what?" Padme tipped her head curiously.
"Everything you have endured, everything you have seen… somehow you only see the good, in situations and in people… Especially those who probably don't deserve it. " Vader began to smile and his expression was soft and tinged with amazement. "Incredible," he whispered, "You are – "
"Dah-blah!" Leia lifted her head suddenly, lifting her little arms toward Anakin where he stood on the opposite side of the room. She never could keep away from her father for long, her daughter was a daddy's girl through and through. Padme couldn't bring herself to mind too terribly, she loved how much their baby loved Anakin and how her husband doted on her. "Dah-blah!" She cried again.
"I think my presence has grown boring," Vader laughed, calling out to his brother, "You're being summoned!" Anakin chuckled and carefully handed Ruwee the remote they had been fiddling with as he made to step around the opposite couch and come join them. As he began to move, stepping further away to come closer, Leia shook her head and whined her objection.
"Dah-blah!" She cried, reaching for her father again as her babbles grew louder in pitch and volume, "Dah-ba…. Dah-da! Dada! Dada!"
Everyone in the room froze and stared. Padme felt her heart leap up into her throat as she watched her daughter wide-eyed. Did she just…? A breathless, surprised laugh tumbled from between her open lips as her surprise became wondrous joy. Leia just talked! Her very first word and everyone they loved was here to hear it for themselves! She looked at Anakin whose own eyes were wide where he'd frozen mid-step. Their baby's first word had been for him, calling to him over everyone else.
"Did she…?" Anakin murmured, taking one small half-step around the couch until a disbelieving chuckle fell from his lips as he looked around the room to their guest's delighted expressions and encouraging nods. Eventually, his startling blue eyes found Padme's as tears welled within her eyes. From across the room, she saw the glisten in his own as Anakin seemed to shake himself free of his surprise and raced around the sofa. Leia was all too happy to finally be swept up into her father's strong arms as he lifted her from Vader's hands and embraced her tightly, kissing her soft little cheeks again and again.
"Her first word…" Jobal held a hand to her heart, "I can't believe she said her first word!"
"To the first of many!" Darred called happily, lifting his drink into the air, a celebratory toast every single guest in the room was all too happy to join. Padme rose from the couch to join her little family, cupping Leia's cheek as behind them, Ahsoka lifted her own glass into the air with a small, telling snigger.
"To Sky-guy never winning an argument again for the rest of his life!"