"Is that the end of the story?" The small girl asked as her father brushed his fingers through her dark tresses.
"No, not quite." He answered quietly, grinning at the sight of his daughter's drooping eyelids; a sure sign that she was finally giving up the struggle to stay awake.
"We can finish it tomorrow." Her mother promised. "It's getting late."
"But I'm not sleepy!" Naobi argued, stifling a huge yawn with her hand.
"Just a little more and then you're going to sleep." Padmé informed her, and then continued the tale.
The sunlight cast a prism of brilliant colors across Lake Naboo, the scattered clouds glowing various shades of pink and orange.
The ferry captain known as Mr. Bartel pulled his passenger barge up to the stone landing platform of the Naboo Lake Retreat, but he was not picking up passengers this day, he was dropping them off.
The small gathered crowd milling about the wide, tree-lined portico was called to attention by a Nubian official, who announced that the ceremony was about to begin. The man in long robes signaled to the dark-haired woman standing by the door to the house and she opened it slowly.
The crowd showed their approval of the upcoming union through their applause and the bright smiles on their faces, but none were as bright as the older Tatooine woman holding tightly onto the arm of her husband.
She had been blessed not once, but twice recently. Having found love herself, her only other hope was that her only son would as well.
Shmi Lars wiped away a tear as it escaped down her cheek and was quickly consoled by a tender kiss from her husband Cliegg. The happy couple then turned their attention to the young people strolling through the doorway arm in arm.
Dormé glanced out into the watching crowd and then up into her future husband's face, searching for the courage to step forward. She wasn't afraid of the commitment she was about to take, just of doing so in front of so many people.
Anakin, as always, gazed at her with the utmost confidence and respect, and in addition to the supportive glances from Padmé, her matron of honor, and Obi-Wan, Anakin's best man, she stepped forward in order to take her vows and pledge her life and love to Anakin Skywalker.
"Padmé." Obi-Wan gently interrupted his wife's story. "I think she's asleep."
The senator stopped her tale and leaned forward to place a tender kiss to her daughter's brow. Obi-Wan did the same and then tucked the coverlet about his slumbering daughter's shoulders.
Anakin and Dormé crept quietly from the room, followed by the parents, who paused at the little girl's doorway.
"She reminds me of you." Padmé whispered.
"Of me?" Obi-Wan's mouth gaped in mock denial.
"Yes. She has your insatiable curiosity."
"And your stubborn streak." The Jedi countered with a playful grin.
Padmé smiled smugly as if that were actually a compliment. "True." She stated and Obi-Wan laughed softly, drawing her against his chest, ghosting a kiss into her hair.
"The next time I tell this story, maybe I'll shorten it just a little." Padmé added, checking the chronometer on the wall above Naobi's bed and noting that it was quite late.
"The next time?" Obi-Wan repeated in confusion. Surely, their daughter wouldn't want to hear all that again.
"I'm sure our son will want to hear about it as well," she explained, "and probably with much more detail."
"Probably." Obi-Wan agreed with a nod. "If he's anything like his mother, scrutinizing every tiny little…"
The Jedi Master paused when he noticed the incredulous look on his wife's face.
"Padmé?" He began, swallowing hard. "Are you…are we going to have another baby?"
"Mm hmm." The senator responded with a vigorous nod just before she was scooped up into her husband's arms.
"I guess this means you're pleased." She replied once she regained her ability to breathe and her feet were once again touching the floor.
"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Nine years is a long time between children, Obi-Wan." Padmé reminded him, her voice edged with slight concern. "You're nearly forty-five years of age."
Obi-Wan calmed the worry with a quick kiss. "I don't care if I'm a hundred and five, as long as he looks like you." The Jedi's face beamed with a bright smile. "A son!" He exclaimed quietly so as not to disturb their sleeping daughter.
"Yes. A son." Padmé sighed with a smile of her own. It was a much different response than when she had had told him about Naobi. He was happy then too, but only after he had gotten over the initial shock. At the time, Obi-Wan was concerned with the state of the Republic and training his apprentice. He had been worried he wouldn't have enough time to help her raise a child.
But now. Now the galaxy was at peace and Anakin was a knight and married himself.
Now, they could rejoice equally. Together.
"Come on." She prompted him with a pull on his arm, shutting Naobi's door behind them.
"Where are we going?"
"Well, once we get rid of Anakin and Dormé, we're going to do a little celebrating." Padmé grinned slyly at her husband before they began walking down the hall.
"And what did you have in mind, my dear Mrs. Kenobi?"
"Oh…" Padmé replied innocently. "Maybe a little of that mushy stuff."
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. I'm working on an outline to a more dramatic/angsty fic right now. It's not quite ironed out yet, but is in the works. The title will be "Ambition" and it will be a Padmé POV fic, a bit of AU off of TPM and AOTC, and will include Anakin as well.