Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Rest. Swallowing hard, she nodded. Yes, rest. Only rest. Taking a deep breathe. She attempted to process all of this information. What if Anakin was right? What if the world she had known, thanks to Anakin's presence in the Jedi, she had learned much from it. She had considered Obi-Wan a brother, the council a good guide for keeping the peace. But Master Windu had acted spontaneously. They had acted quite on the offense. Time was moving quickly and all Padme could hold her hope to was the calmness that Naboo would bring her once the children were born. They would breathe that clean air and live a life hopefully away from the corruption. He gathered his cloak and promised her safety. There was a further notion to be said that no one - himself included - would not enter without her consent. She had remembered Rex. His bravery was unmatched and the two had been close. Padme was grateful that Anakin had close comrades. But for how much longer? What else would push Anakin to the brink? When he told her that he loved her, for a moment she believed it. It had all sounded just as it had from before. Her lip quivered as he turned, her hand outreached. But he was gone. Emptiness. Padme was at her desk within the hour, writing an official note and gently placed it within her cloak as she exited her room, locking it and R2 who had beeped sadly when she said she was leaving without him! within her apartment. It was her usual sweet smell that attracted the Stormtroopers who, now, were nearly lining every wall of every hallway, watching her go by. Padme was stopped at one point, the threat of a BlasTech E-11 blaster rifle pointed a little too close. Excuse me, I only have a note to be delivered. One of them quickly took the note and flipped it over. They both looked to one another. One nodded and the other entered the room they had been guarding and Padme was politely asked to leave. The new Darth Vader would find a little sealed envelope with the word 'Ani' written on it. When unfolded carefully, her careful and lovely writing would read, Come to bed soon. In reality, she would have wanted for him to come immediately to her and maybe he tried. Maybe there were a couple Troopers down, but by the time she reached her apartment and took the time to change and settle in bed, Anakin had not returned. R2 was quietly in the corner, protecting Padme against any unseen threat, perhaps tracked straight to Anakin to alert him should anything have happened in his absence. As she lay down, feeling the empty space of the bed that she had felt for too long as Anakin had always been on a mission or out and about, she turned on her side and hummed gently, stroking her belly. Soon. Soon they would be born. Force, how would Anakin handle being a Father? Was he ready? He could barely keep his cool now. Naturally, much of the duty would fall on her, but she was prepared for it. Padme had always lived some kind of duty. Queen, Senator, wife, now mother. Her dreams consisted of two little fair haired children running through a familiar meadow when she heard a soft voice calling to her. Mm, Ani, she called in her sleep. She was wearing her soft, silky light blue night dress with pearls draped along her shoulders. They fell down a little, revealing her the gentle curve of her breast and the way her dark hair fell in curled masses along her shoulders and spread against the cool blue pillows. Let's make love, She cooed. Again, she scooted forward to the presence in bed. Ani... Ani, you're late... why are you cold? She grumbled and when her eyes opened, she released it was most certainly not Anakin but rather... Ahh! She cried and kicked the golden droid who had hit the bed post, fell when he could not see and ended up knocked over in bed with Padme. R2 immediately sent out a distress signal. If Anakin had been nearby he was no doubt, thoroughly amused. Perhaps he had come after all? Or merely watched her in the darkness? Or hadn't even been here at all and attempted to join his wife in bed properly soon? Padme was scrambling to get up, her face beat red, her body trembling in embarrassment and sudden shock of it all. Oh, dear, C-3PO attempted to remedy the situation but could still not get out of the bed.