obianidala OneShots

I never made my heart choose (my heart never stood a chance) (3702W)

Padmé's life was going along perfectly until she woke up one morning with her face all over the front page and her secret relationship was outed to the world.

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Anakin was woken up by Padmé striding into their bedroom and throwing the newspaper down on his stomach. “Morning, love.”

“Too early,” he grumbled.

“I know, honey,” she said, sitting down on the bed and passing him a cup of water. “There’s just something I need to do this morning.”

“Wait, what?” he asked, paying attention to the tone of her voice. In response she shifted the newspaper over so he could read it. The headline blared: ‘Padmé Affair-At-Gala’ and was accompanied by a picture of her cuddling up to Anakin’s business partner Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered before he put the water on the side table and pulled her into a tight hug. She pressed her face into his shoulder and breathed deep while he calmly stroked through her hair. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We always manage. We’ll sort it out. Hey, hey, look at me. We’ll sort it out together. This isn’t going to ruin anything.”

“So you’re not mad at me?”

“Why the hell would I be mad at you? For getting caught? I’m just glad it wasn’t me. But seriously look at the photos,” he said, gesturing to the one the right. “That’s our alcove. That’s our quiet place that we go to because it’s hidden. Someone followed you to get that shot. It does explain why it’s such a bad quality picture.” She nodded and he pulled her into another hug. “I’m really not mad. I don’t blame you and Obi won’t either. This was always going to happen eventually. It’s just not on our terms.”

She kissed him then and he held her tight until she stopped shaking.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. You need to remember to let us in sometimes.”

“I can try. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re upset and that hurts me but it wasn’t your fault, okay?”

She shifted so she was lying on the bed, curled up on Anakin who was still under the covers. “I just want to stay in bed all day.”

“That’s not the Amidala way, is it now? Now come on,” he said, nudging her. “Do you want to phone him or shall I?”

“Depends which him you mean. I’ve already phoned Mace to run interference.”

“The man is a saint,” Anakin sat up and pulled Padmé up too. “If you go put the coffee on I’ll do it.”

“Thank you,” she said, sounding emotional and scared younger than her years.

When she was out of the room Anakin flumped back down on the bed with a big sigh. He forced himself back into a sitting position and reached for his phone. He pressed the dial for Obi-Wan and pressed his phone in between his ear and his shoulder as he got out of the bed and went to find his dressing gown and slippers. Just as he had one arm in his dressing gown the call was answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe,” Anakin said, shrugging his other arm through its sleeve.

“How is she?”

“Pretty bad but that’s to be expected considering.”

“How are you then?”

“I’m okay. I hate seeing her like this because I love her and I can’t do anything at the moment to help her.” Anakin scrubbed his hand over his face before answering. “But obviously I haven’t had the worst of it yet.”