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Anakin had gotten suspicious of Padmé lately. Every time he would go to touch her, she would pull away and then apologize. After that, she would act differently, speaking to him in short, nervous words. A week after it had been going on, Anakin had finally worked up the courage to ask her what was wrong when he set his hands on her hips and she pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Anakin. I-" Padmé said, but Anakin interrupted her.

"Okay, what is going on?" He paced the floor around them slowly, thinking to himself. "Every time I go to touch you, you pull away. Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No! Why would you make me feel that way?"

Anakin have his wife a look. A look that said Really-I-thought-by-this-point-you-would-tell-me-the-truth.

And Padmé knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Fine," she said. She tremulously stepped forward and laced her arms around Anakin's neck, looking up at him. "Anakin, I have something to tell you. Something that I've been hiding for too long now."

"And exactly how long has that been?"

"Two months."

"Continue," Anakin said, holding Padmé's delicate face in his hands.

Padmé almost couldn't deliver the news because of her husband's features. His soul-sucking ice-blue eyes that stole her heart every time. His unforgettable grin. The voice that dripped with temptation; a way to pull you in. He didn't even realize how desirable he was.

"I-I um... well..." Padmé was at a loss for words. A loss for words from looks and a cutting-edge personality.

"What is it, Angel? Just tell me." The calmness of his voice was...

"Huh? Oh, right... Anakin, there's something I have been needing to tell you for a long time now."

"You already said that."

"I did? Right! You're right, I did." Here goes nothing... "I'm pregnant, Ani."

A grin--the grin--made it's way across Anakin's face as he took in the news. "That's... Padmé, we're..." He took in a breath and laughed. "I can't believe it. I can't wait."

"Me neither!" Padmé laughed and embraced her husband, burying her face in his shoulder. Anakin held his wife close to him and nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent. "Padmé," he breathed, smiling into her shoulder.

The couple took in the fact they were going to have another child together. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled at each other, happy to be together and alive again. Maybe they could go a few months without being injured or almost killed. Maybe.