Between Two Worlds-Luxsoka

there there, angel

Padmé Amidala was taken from her sleep with roaring lower abdominal pain.

Sitting up, the Nubian let out a cry, clutching her stomach. It's okay, she thought, it's probably constipation.

Crossing her legs tightly together, Padmé screamed. "Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" she wailed.

She didn't know what the pain was, but she did know she felt pressure down below. It's okay. Maybe I have to push to get this bowel movement.

Rolling off the bed, Padmé attempted to walk to the fresher but fell to her hands and knees from agony. Crawling to just sit on the toilet and hope it would work, hot tears poured down her flushed cheeks.

She hadn't ever felt something like this before.

Finally making it to the edge of the toilet, Padmé hoisted herself up to sit. Looking down to her underwear, Padmé noticed blood; and lots of it.

"ANI!" she wailed through her commlink. "Ani, please help me!" But to no avail, did Anakin answer.
Then she felt something flow out of her, and the pain stopped. She shuddered and continued to cry in anguish.

"ANAKIN, PLEASE! I need you."

Sobbing uncontrollably, Padmé looked into the toilet to see if an organ popped out or anything.

But it wasn't an organ.

It looked like a developing baby.

"NO NO NO NO!" Padmé began to scream hysterically. "This can't be happening!"

Standing up to get a better view, and her fears for the worst were soon confirmed:

She lost the baby.

"Ani please, please come here," was nothing more than a whisper.

Anakin's commlink beeped and bleeped. At first, he was too drowned in his dream of him and Padmé to hear it, but after the third or fourth time, he awoke.

Cursing to himself and wondering why someone would call him at this hour, he got up to answer. It was Padmé.

Nervously clicking it, he heard the distressed voice of his wife: "Ani, please. I know you're asleep but I need you. Please."

Immediately jumping up, he put on his robes and ran out his door. Sprinting to the closest hangar, Anakin ran into a few masters such as Secura and Fisto.

And within minutes, Anakin was on his way to the senate building. Rushing as fast as he could, per speeder limits, Anakin shortly found himself at the apartment he and Padmé shared.

Without bothering to knock, Anakin met himself in and found his angel in the lavatory; in tears with what looked like blood on the floor.

At the sight of her husband, Padmé ran and jumped into his arms for a tight embrace. "Oh, Ani," she started, choking on salty tears.

"Angel, what's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong!"

"The baby!" she howled, pointing to the toilet, "it's in there!"

Peeling himself from the tight grasp of the beautiful woman in front of him, he knelt over to see what she meant.

It seemed like all the happiness in him was wiped away. He felt like his heart shattered into a million pieces. His soul sucked away into a bottomless pit.

"I'm so so sorry," he whispered, holding back tears of his own. Returning to clutch onto his wife, Anakin couldn't help it anymore, and the unsteady tear-flow began.

"It's all my fault! I must've done something wrong!" Padmé sobbed into his chest. "I killed it!"

"No," Anakin croaked. "It isn't your fault. I promise you, Angel, it wasn't your fault."

Holding onto each other, both weeping inconsolably, they whispered to one another it would be okay.

But both of them knew, deep down inside, that it wouldn't be okay.

okay so that was kinda sad.

i feel like if this happened and then she got pregnant again, it would make anakin want to protect them more, you know? so giving into palpy more.