So here it is. My new fiction that takes place during ROTS. It starts out exactly like the movie…but then moves on. I hope you enjoy it more than 'The Demise of the Sith'.

Chapter 1: Reunited

Padme stared out into the long hallways of the Senate. As she navigated around each pillar, her mind was racing. She's skipped a meeting, a very important meeting, to be where he could see her. She was supposed to discuss the removal of troops from one of the star systems that had since realigned themselves with the Republic. But now she wasn't discussing anything with anyone, but herself.

Each pillar hundreds of feet high, shrouded her from prying eyes. She was a very well-known Senator. Former Queen of Naboo and pacifist, she knows her duties and her fame. She also knows how to hide a secret.

She tripped slightly on the deep red carpet under her feet and moved more slowly. With a sigh, she finally reached the entrance of the Senate chambers and hid behind on of the large pillars. Padme pulled her long black cloak closer around her and hunched back against the large stone monuments.

She felt it just then. She felt a tiny stirring under her well-hidden hands. It tickled somewhat, but comforted. Each time she felt these little kicks, punches and movements, she felt relief. It was like her baby was reassuring her.

Turning her attention back to the entrance of the Senate, she smoothed her cloak over her stomach. She could see all the Senators, important ones anyway, lining up to meet the ship. Now as she peered into the mid-morning fog, she saw the outline of the ship descending onto the platform. And she freezes in her spot.

"Anakin, I'm not sure we should-"

"Padme, please. It won't be any trouble."

"But we're by a window. Please come away, they'll see you."

"Who? Tell me who?"

He was always so jealous, and tonight was not different. While he called her paranoid, she called him jealous. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders, and his head rested on top of hers. They were looking out at he Coruscant sunset. He leaves tomorrow, Padme thought.

"Don't worry so much."

She shivered at his perceptive statement. His hands stroked her arms and tried to soothe her.

"You'll be fine. So will I."

"But three years Anakin? It's too much. I'm so tired."

Anakin's arms stiffened and he turned his wife in his arms. She blinked up at him, pushing back the moisture. One tear slipped out and Anakin caught it and wiped it away.

"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I want you here."

Anakin's deep eyes bored into hers. Padme had to bend her head back to see into them. They looked angry, hurt and confused. Her small hands reached up and smoothed the now long hair back behind his ears.

"Don't worry about it my love." She sighed and walked away from him and into their bedroom.

"I shouldn't be gone too long," he shouted back at her.

She peeked her head out the door before saying, "Are you coming to bed or not?"

With a grin, he walked right behind her and quietly closed the door.

The door to the transport opened and Anakin hopped out. Peering out into the sun he sighed. The Senate building reflected the early morning sun off and blinded him until he squinted down. Then he noticed that Obi-Wan hadn't hopped down either.

Padme noticed too, and she shifted uneasily on her feet. She could see him, just past the other senators blocking her way, she saw him. His hair was just as long and wild as when he left. His face was turned up looking into the shuttle. She sighed, brokenly. As he spoke a little more into the shuttle, he then pivoted and walked down the hall, with R2 following.

The Chancellor met the crowd first. Along with dozens of others, they all bombarded him with well-wishes and welcome backs. Anakin hung back and spoke with Bail Organa, the senator from Alderaan. Anakin was distracted however, as he felt a familiar, calming presence.

This was their chance to meet. A chance reunion. Padme stepped slightly out of the shadows when she noticed her husbands distraction. She shifted foot to foot again and cleared her throat. Anakin's head whipped around and he paused.

"…spare parts…"Anakin stopped mid-sentence as Bail formed a reply. "Would you excuse me?" He asked before it was too late. Bail nodded and continued on.

Anakin turned to both sides, looked around then jogged over to Padme's side.

Reunited.

Anakin inhaled her sweet smell. He buried his face in her shoulder and picked her up. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done this. And he didn't care about the public spot they were in either.

Thank the force that Obi-Wan hadn't come, otherwise he would've discovered them.

Padme whimpered and buried her face in his long black Jedi cloak. He stroked her back and reassured her.

"Oh, Anakin."

They kissed and briefly pulled apart.

"There'd been rumors, that you'd been killed."

"I'm alright." Anakin smiled and kissed her again. He took a deep breath.

"Anakin…"

"Who knows how long I would've been had the Chancellor not been kidnapped." He tried to kiss her again but her paranoia won out.

"No, not here."

"Yes, here. I don't care anymore. Let them find us. I don't care if they know we're married."

"Anakin, there's something I need to tell you."

"Are you alright," he let her go, "you're trembling." His eyes hardened. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong. Ani…"

Her heart pounded in her chest. She'd waited months to tell him. She'd waited her whole life to be able to say this to the one she loved.

"I'm pregnant."

Anakin's face went blank and he looked down. Gnawing on her lip, Padme stepped further back out of his embrace.

"That's…" he looked up with a grin, "That's wonderful."

Padme closed her eyes relieved. She reached out and grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cloak. He blinked in wonder. He could feel the shape of her stomach, how different it was, and he marveled at it.

"What are we going to do?"

"We're not going to worry about anything just now, alright? This is a happy moment."

Through her clothing he could feel the small movements the child made.

"The happiest moment of my life."

Padme, overcome, threw her arms back around him and held him. He held her, a little more gently, and kissed her. When he let go, she leaned back into the pillar.

"What else do you have to do before you can come home?"

Anakin, who's hands had never left hers, squeezed them.

"Well, I promised Master Obi-Wan I'd go back to the temple and de-brief the counsel, then-"

Padme stiffened and dropped her hands. Anakin blocked her with his body and looked into her eyes.

"What is it?" Then he felt it too. The presence he'd known for so long, the one he'd grown up with. His masters'.

Anakin watched Padme's face drain of all color then her hands move up to her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered slightly. Anakin reached out and half-caught her, then turned into the unblinking eyes of his master.

Master Obi-Wan Kenobi looked at the scene with a slight expression of horror. Then his eyes hardened and his hands went to his hips.

"Well…I-" he couldn't speak. His pad wan was caught. He'd known they might've been doing this, but didn't want to be the one to find out. He didn't want to be the one to stop it all.

"I was coming to catch up with you. I decided to come and bail you out. But…" he threw his hands up.

Anakin helped Padme stand back on her own feet. Some color had returned to her face and she kissed him on the cheek.

"We weren't-," Anakin started but Padme stopped him.

"No, Ani. He knows. It's too late. It's too late, and I don't care anymore." She smiled slightly. "It actually feels good." She walked over to Obi-Wan and kissed him on the cheek and then whispered a thank you.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I don't know what to say. But I'm sure the Council will."

Anakin stepped forward slightly. "Look, the Council doesn't have to know."

"Anakin that's not fair. If you learned something this grave, you'd tell. Or maybe not, given your history," Obi-Wan said.

"Now that's not fair." Anakin glanced at Padme. She only frowned.

"Anakin, please. I told you I was tired. Three years, Ani, I'm tired. I don't want our child to not know his father."

Obi-Wan's head snapped back and he looked down at Padme. She nodded and smiled at him.

"Yes," she said softly, "I'm pregnant. And I no longer care." She turned to Anakin, and took his hands in hers.

"It's too late, Ani. We have to face this, we have to face it or else it will kill us."