A/N: Welcome to Briar Elwood's first published story. Only the brave of heart should tread here.

Sweat rolled down his face and he clutched blindly at the sheets. How she had screamed! How in the end all she could do was murmur: Anakin, I love you…Anakin, I'm sorry…I love you…

He looked over to reassure himself it was only a dream, she was still alive, she was fine. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was all he had needed.

"Ani?" He turned to see Padme standing by the doorway, patient and perfect. He sighed. She wanted to know what had happened.

"It was a dream."

She nodded, understandingly. He bit his lip, blinking back tears.

"Like the ones I used to have about my mother before she died." He walked to her and grasped her small, slender hand. "It was about…you." Her eyes widened and she nodded again, but slower.

"Okay…it was about me."

A pause.

"You die in childbirth."

"And the child?"

Anakin shook his head.

"I don't know." He brought her into a comforting embrace and forced himself not to let the tears flow.

"I won't let this happen, Padme."

She smiled as she looked up at him.

"Of course. That's who you are. You're the hero." She paused, thinking. "What about Obi-Wan?" Anakin frowned.

"What? Don't tell him anything! He's on the Council! He'd have to report me!"

"Well, then what do we do? Obi-Wan trusts you…you trust him…I trust him! If you ask him, ask him as a friend, to keep it a secret…" Padme trailed off. Anakin looked at her, pondering his choices. Finally, he nodded.

"All right…"

Padme smiled.

"I'll think about it."

Padme's smile faded a little bit, but realizing there still was hope, the smile came back slightly.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!