A/N: Hello! First chapter! I was going to write a oneshot, and then if you liked it write a sequel, but then I thought, why just write a sequel? I can write a story! So here it is. Every chapter will have a a song that it is based on. The first one is "A Boy Like That/I Have A Love" from the musical "West Side Story." I know, I know...West Side Story? A musical? But the other songs won't be from musicals. Anyway: please enjoy.

Dude -- thought -- STAR WARS AS A MUSICAL!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or the song.

(Underlined lyrics are sung by Anita, who will be Padmè's mom. Bold is sung by Maria, who is Padmè)

A boy like that will give you sorrow,

You'll meet another boy tomorrow

One of your own kind, stick to your own kind

A boy who kills, cannot love!

A boy who kills, has no heart!

And he's the boy who gets your love and gets your heart

......

I love him

We're one

There's nothing to be done

Not a thing I can do

But hold him, hold him forever

Be with him now, tomorrow, and all of my life!

-"A Boy Like That/I Have A Love" from West Side Story

"Padmè?" Jobal Noberrie walked into her daughter's room. It was a rare accurance that her daughter was home, what with Senatorial duties, and when she was home in Naboo she was welcome in her old room. She'd never really moved out, she had Senatorial headquarters but nothing else, really, so Jobal always considered her home her daughter's home.

But now she was not thinking about her daughter's residence. She was staring at a piece of paper, not really believing what it said, but knowing the words it said were true.

"Yes?" Padmè turned from her bed to look at her mother. She had been unpacking the things she'd brought with her, even though the comfort of her own home required none of the dresses she usually wore.

"What is this?" Her mother studied her face closely, her eyes solid as she searched for an answer that she did not want to hear.

Padmè was taken aback at the hard look in her mother's eyes. "What is what, Mother?"

Without a word, Jobal thrust a small piece of paper at her daughter. With one glance her face paled and her eyes dropped downword, away from her mother's stern gaze.

"Explain yourself, Padmè Amidala."

Padmè handed the piece of paper back to her mother. It was her marriage liscence, stating her maritial bonding to Anakin Skywalker.

Tears dripped down her face. "Everything it says is true."

"Padmè! How could you do this?" Her mother said, her own tears sliding down her face. "You are one of the most powerful people on this planet, let alone galaxy! Why not another Senator? Or someone from Naboo? Someone you have something in common with. Why?"

Without pausing to let her daughter defend herself, she plowed on. "Do you realize what you have given up by doing this? Your planet's peace could be disrupted now! Did you not know of the many young men who have asked for your hand? We did not force them on you because of how busy you were. But now we cannot make alliances to ensure your planet's safety, as you're already married!"

She fairly spat out the last words. Then her eyes widened as she thought of something else.

"He's a Jedi," she breathed. "He's not allowed to love. To have attachments. Do you realize the trouble he'll get in? For being married? They'll make you annull it. Either that or they'll expell him. Do you really want that for him?" She took a step towards her daughter.

"He's trained to fight, Padmè," she said. "Do you realize how violent he is? He'll hurt you! Give him up, Padmè. You'll find someone else! Find someone who is like you. Someone you can love openly! You won't have to hide!"

She almost stopped when she heard a sob come from her daughter, but anger flared inside her and she continued on.

"Why do you love him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jedi may be to keep the peace, but to do so they must despose of those who disrupt it! He has killed, Padmè! Someone who has taken a life cannot give it. He cannot love you in the way that you need! That a woman needs! And yet you give everything to him. You do realize that now, even if the marriage is annulled, no one would have you unless they were completely wooed by your mind and not your body? Because your body is no longer clean, if you get my meaning."

Padmè glanced up at her mother to meet a cold hard gaze. "You have made a very rash decision, Padmè."

"He cannot love. Once he's gotten what he wants he'll leave you, and you'll be lonely. You already are! At night you have to sleep without your husband, without the warmth of him beside you. That is not how marriage should be! You should have him with you every night. He should be giving everything to you. If he really loves you he should give up being a Jedi! But he won't do that. You're not important enough to him. He'll leave you, Padmè! He cannot willingly stay with you for the rest of your life! Do you really want to stay with this? To live like that, to live without him most of the time?"

Padmè stood up straight and met her mother's gaze. "Yes, Mother. I love him, and I want to stay with him. Even though we can't tell anyone. Even though it is morally wrong. I can't live without him, Mom! I love him! And you know what?" Defiance flashed through her brown eyes.

"What?" her mother said, the sense of dread evident in her voice.

"I'm pregnant."

Her mother gasped and clasped her chest, as if trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. She stumbled backwords until she ran into the chair at Padmè's desk, which she promptly collapsed on.

"I love him, Mother! We're married! He wouldn't do that to me!" She walked over to her mother and fell to her knees, her hands over her mother's. "Listen to me, Mom," she said softly, pleadingly, "I know what you're saying. I know that life will be hell for us. Especially with a baby on the way...but..." she looked over her mother's shoulders into the distance, not really seeing.

She sighed, and a look of confusion and frustration passed over her gentle features. "At first, I wouldn't. I tried to ignore my feelings...but...my heart took control. I just couldn't imagine...living without him." She paused between the words, trying to describe the raging war between her mind and her heart.

A wistful look flashed through her mother's eyes, and her arm twitched as if to lift up, but immediatly snapped back to her side as the situation came back full force. The wistful look vanished.

"How can you be this way, Mom?" Padmè Amidala stood back up, tears filling her warm brown eyes. "Every night since I can remember, you'd always tell Dad you loved him. If you really know what love is, how can you deny me this chance?"

She started to pace, while her mother stared stonily at the ground. "If you insist on not giving me your blessing, how do I know that you really love as you say you do?"

Another gasp escaped Jobal's lips as, finally, her eyes locking with Padmè's. "Padmè..."

"Mom..." she stopped pacing and came to stand in front of her mother, holding her gaze with her own, refusing to let her look away.

"Even if it is wrong...even if he's not allowed, and it's ruined my planet's chances at making a marriage match, and even if I might not be able to take his name for my own or my child's..." she gulped, "there's nothing I can do. There's nothing you, or anybody, can do. Right now...with this clone war..." Tears once again filled Padmè's eyes. "I love him so much, Mom. And he loves me back. Right now it's all I have. I need him, no matter what other people say. No matter right or wrong." She took a deep breath. "Even if we have to live in secrecy."

She paused, her gaze on the ground, thinking. Then she looked up into her mother's eyes again, and said boldy, "The impurity you spoke of? How my body was no longer clean?" Her eyes flashed and Jobal's cheeks flushed lightly.

"That 'impurity' keeps me bound to him, Mother," she fairly spat out, and her mother flinched. "According to what marriage, and that act that made me 'unclean', implies that our souls are one. Legally, he is mine. Legally, I am his."

The fire at the injustice of her mother's statement died out. "Every pain he feels, I feel. Everytime he is sad, I am too. Everytime he is happy, I am. If I am in pain, he feels it. When I am angry, happy, anything, he knows, and he feels it too. Everything he's ever wanted, I want for him. No matter what it is, I want him to be happy."

"And as long as he's happy, I'm happy."

"Really Padmè? Is that why you married him? Because you want to make him happy?" Jobal looked up into her daughter's eyes. Deep, down inside her, she knew the truth. But she just...couldn't... believe it.

"No, Mom," Padmè responded, a patient air to her voice and posture that had clearly come from her term as Queen and was used to cover irritation. "I married him because I love him. I've told you that. And he loves me! You haven't seen him, Mom. He didn't have a father. He had to leave his mother at a young age. And now his mother is gone! I'm all he has left. He needs me just as much as I need him!

"He knows what this is putting us through, he knows how wrong it is. So do I. But we want it anyway." Her voice had faded to naught but a whisper as her eyes pleadingly searched her mother's.

"How will you handle the future, Padmè? How will you explain to young suitors why you can't marry? How will you explain the sudden bulging of your figure, and all the symptoms of pregnancy? How will you raise a child in complete secrecy?"

"Just go a day at time, I guess," she answered. In truth she wasn't worried about what would happen. She was worried about getting this child safely in the world and having her husband by her side as much as possible. "When we married we were saying to each other that we would accept the consequences, accept the challenges. All I can do right now is savor every moment I have. When he's with me, all I can do is hold him. Be with him when I'm given the chance. Not having him with me all the time...just makes me charish what I do have even more."

She looked down at her stomach, which had not yet begun to change size with the little life inside her. "It makes me appreciate this little person inside me...not only as my baby, but as something of him when he's gone..."

"Oh, Padmè," her mother cried. She jumped up and embraced her daughter. "Padmè...I know you're in love...it's just...hard to...accept..." Tears slid down her face, mingling with her daugher's on the floor.

"I know what you're feeling," Jobal sobbed. "How everything is perfect, even if it's not. Right and wrong are just words, meaningless to your love-struck mind. The feeling inside you...guides you. And so does this little person." Through her slowly drying tears, she smiled and patted her daughter's stomach.

"Padmè? Hey, I got a leave fro -- What's going on?" Anakin stopped short when he saw his wife and his unknowing (or at least to him, unknowing) mother-in-law hugging each other tightly with tears streaming down their faces.

Padmè's mother untangled herself from her daughter and immediatly latched on to Anakin. "Son!" she cried, hugging him and laughing and crying at the same time.

Akwardly, he patted her on the back while shooting Padmè a questioning look.

She laughed as she came up to him and kissed him lightly. "Ani, have we got a lot to tell you..."

He smiled, although confused, at his wife's outward emotion. Thinking about it for a split second, he decided he'd find out soon enough, and shrugged. Then he swept his wife into his arms next to her mother.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want more? Want to spit on it and set it aflame? TELL MEH! Please?