A/N : I know that I haven't done anything on this thread for quite a long time. But this is finally the last chapter before the Epilogue which will be up very soon after this. Just give me a few days. I hope that you enjoy this last chapter.

Anakin rested his hand on the banister and walked along it, feeling the cool material under his palm. He looked down to the first story of the great temple archives. Everything was brand new and the chamber itself gleamed. But it looked nothing like he remembered. He half expected Jocasta Nu to walk amongst the many shelving containing the vast information. But like a great many, she had died. Slaughtered here in this temple like they were animals. Like many times before, Anakin wondered if he was the one to kill that fallen jedi.

He still didn't remember and it had been months since he had been awakened. In the past six months the temple had gone through a tremendous transformation, approaching it's former glory. But the loss would still echo off of the walls. Anakin had spent as much time as he could on the construction, even skipping nights of sleep in order to fix what he had destroyed. He had literally worked himself into exhaustion. But he refused to stop until he had fixed everything.

In the past six months the galaxy had begun to mend. Hard core Imperials had retreated to their own space as revolts rose up against them all over the galaxy, giving the Alliance free reign to rebuild the Republic from scratch. Anakin took note of how many hours that Padmè had worked in rebuilding the Alliance. Anakin had caught her up at all hours working on something that would help shape the New Republic. Now that he had permanently moved in with her, he could take note of her habits. Things that he was sure that in the past he had been made aware of before but for him this was a new experience all together because he couldn't remember a thing about her all. Anakin knew without a doubt that he loved Padmè with his very soul and he knew that he always had.

The sound of clashing lightsabers filled the chamber and Anakin snapped his attention towards it to see Luke and Leia battling each other. Obviously they had started this ferocious battle elsewhere in the temple and ended up in here. If Jocasta Nu were alive, she wouldn't have stood for this. For a moment he just watched as they battled each other, thinking up creative ways to best each other. Over the course of the last six months, he had begun to see what everyone else was saying. Luke and Leia were his children, there was no doubt about it. Not anymore. There were constant hints of it every day. As he watched them, he noticed Luke's lightsaber get dangerously close to one of the new consoles. Anakin knew that he needed to put a stop to this before any damage was done, so he moved along the balcony and instantly descended down the stairs, using the force to call the twins' lightsabers to his hands, catching the attention of the twins.

"If you are going to practice your saber skills then you need to reserve it for the training arenas," Anakin told them strictly.

"We were just following the heat of battle," Luke told him.

"What do you think Master Yoda would say to catching you almost destroying the property of the temple because your were following the heat of battle?" Anakin asked pointedly. Luke and Leia looked at each other and raised an eyebrow. "He would beat you with his gimer stick and assign all kinds of nasty chores to your schedule and that is if you don't destroy something," Anakin told them. He then handed their lightsabers back to them. "Don't be so quick to follow the heat of battle," he warned them. "Now go, do something useful," he ordered.

"Like what?" Leia asked.

There is an entire shipment of supplies that just arrived, go check it and make sure that it goes where it belongs," Anakin answered.

"And what will you be doing?" Luke asked.

"I'm helping Master Yoda settle in the younglings," Anakin answered. "Now go and don't let me catch you fighting each other anywhere other than the training arenas again," he commanded.

Both twins grumbled to themselves as they left the archives going to follow orders. Anakin watched them go until they disappeared around a corner.

"You handled that rather well."

Anakin turned his attention to where Obi-Wan stood, leaning against one of the shelving. "I don't know what I'm doing half the time," he admitted.

"Well, you are doing a well enough job so far," Obi-Wan told him.

"Honestly?" Anakin questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Since when do you know me not to speak the truth?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin didn't answer that. He knew Obi-Wan well enough that his master wouldn't lie to him, no matter how hard the truth would be. "There are days when I feel like I'm about to go insane, sometimes I think that I have and I'm stuck inside some Force induced nightmare inside my own brain," he confessed.

"What could possibly make you feel that way?" Obi-Wan asked concerned.

"I don't think that you would understand, Master," Anakin told him.

"Try me," Obi-Wan said.

"You didn't wake up with twenty-one years missing from your life," Anakin reminded him.

"That is true," Obi-Wan acknowledged.

"It's frustrating, Master," Anakin told him. "One day I'm still a padawan and the next I wake up and twenty-one years had gone by. I find out that I'm a divorced father with no knowledge of how that came to be. And on top of that, I find out that I spent several years as a Sith and I'm horrified at myself."

"I can see how that can bother you," Obi-Wan told him.

"But you don't know what it is like. No one here does," Anakin told him.

"And you still don't remember?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin shook his head. "I took a trip to the healers yesterday. I wanted to know why I couldn't remember. They said that if I hadn't remembered anything by now then the possibility that I'll never remember is far greater than than if I do remember," he told him. "I don't know if that is a relief or not because there are some things that I actually do want to remember while there are others that I'm glad that I can't remember."

"There is a reason for every occurrence; you must trust in the will of the Force. If it is the Force's will that you don't remember then trust it as that, the same goes for if you do eventually remember," Obi-Wan told him.

"How do you handle everything that has happened, being able to remember and all?" Anakin asked.

"I trust in the will of the Force. It took me a while to accept all the horrible events as the Force's will, but I eventually did. No matter if much of it was painful," Obi-Wan answered.

Anakin nodded. "I'll try that, Master," he said.

"See that you do, Anakin," Obi-Wan told him. He then smiled. "I wouldn't keep Master Yoda waiting long if I were you," he advised.

"Why do I get the feeling that he's been testing me?" Anakin asked.

"I think that you already know that answer," Obi-Wan said.

Anakin smiled grimly. "You're right, Master," he said and grinned at the look of surprise on Obi-Wan's face. "Something wrong, Master?" he asked, innocently.

"I never thought I would hear those three words come out of you mouth in that order," Obi-Wan said astonished.

"Well, when you're right, you're right," Anakin replied.

"Amazing," Obi-Wan replied dryly.

Anakin smiled slightly. "There is a first time for everything," he said. "I better get going to the crèche before Master Yoda gets grumpy," he finished.

"If he is surrounded by younglings then the chances of that are slim," Obi-Wan told him.

"Are you sure about that?" Anakin asked dubiously.

"Quite," Obi-Wan told him. "Master Yoda has a soft spot for younglings."

"I'm going to trust your judgment on the matter, Master," Anakin said.

"Wonders never cease," Obi-Wan muttered as Anakin walked away.


When Anakin arrived at the crèche which would be accommodating younglings ranging from ages of eighteen months to three years of age. He found at least twenty younglings, each ranging in species. But that wasn't all that he found, there were Luke and Leia each playing the the younglings and a female Togruta Jedi who couldn't be any older than thirty, maybe, also there holding a crying human child and settling the child down. Anakin got the strangest feeling that he knew her but he couldn't place her. The Togruta Jedi smiled at him warmly now that the child she was holding worked himself to exhaustion.

"Hello, Master," she greeted warmly.

"Do I know you?" Anakin asked.

She just nodded. "I was told that you didn't remember," she said. "I'm Ahsoka Tano, I used to be your padawan during the Clone Wars," she told him.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember," Anakin told her.

Ahsoka nodded. "I know," she said sadly.

Anakin turned his attention towards Luke and Leia when a child's squeal pierced the air. "I thought that I told you two to take care of the supply shipment that just came in," he told them.

"Asked them here I did," Master Yoda said hobbling into the room. His face broke into a smile at seeing how happy the younglings were and to his eyes Luke and Leia still fell into that category. At least at that moment. As he hobbled past Anakin, he whacked him in the leg with his gimer stick.

"What was that for?" Anakin asked as he rubbed his leg.

"Late you are," Master Yoda admonished.

"I was in discussion with Obi-Wan, it's his fault that I'm late," Anakin told him.

"Make excuses, you should not," Master Yoda told him strictly.

"Yes, Master," Anakin replied. "May I ask why you wanted me here?" he asked.

"Ask you may," Master Yoda said.

"I thought that I just did," Anakin grumbled.

Master Yoda ignored this comment and his tone. "A lesson in humility, there is, in taking care of younglings," he said.

"I thought that I already learned that lesson," Anakin replied.

"The hard way, you have learned it. Learn to practice it, you will," Master Yoda told him.

"Yes, Master," Anakin replied. That's when he felt a tug on his pant leg. Anakin looked down to see a little girl with black curls about the age of two looking up at him with bright green eyes. She held her arms up at him and uttered the word "up" a couple of times. Anakin could feel everyone's eyes on him, expectantly. So he bent down to pick the child up who grabbed a hold of his tunic with one of her small chubby hands while chewing on her fingers on her other hand before giving him a bright smile. Anakin looked at her, having no clue on what to do with her. None of the other younglings had come over to him. She was the only one to even take notice of him.

"It seems as though she likes you, Master," Ahsoka said.

Master Yoda looked at him with a twinkle in his eye, not saying anything.

Anakin looked at the little girl who giggled before snuggling closer to him. "I have no idea why she likes me," he said in astonishment.

Luke and Leia looked over at him before glancing at one another. Neither said a word, each thinking the same thing but not wishing to speak it out loud and went back to the game that they were playing, keeping the younglings entertained.

"What is her name?" Anakin asked, looking at the little girl in his arms.

"Ellysa Tanu," Ahsoka informed him. "She was found in an orphanage by Master Kenobi," she finished. The little girl in Anakin's arms turned her attention to her briefly before looking back at Anakin with adoration in her eyes. "And by the looks of it you will be training her next," she couldn't help adding.

The look in Anakin's eyes at the statement was priceless. "I...I'm not ready for that," he said attempting to put Ellysa down but at the mere action, she starting whimpering and crying, clinging to him tighter.

Ahsoka turned to Master Yoda to see his ears drop before turning back to the Jedi she called master in astonishment. She didn't know any of the particulars of what had happened to Anakin Skywalker but this certainly wasn't the Jedi that she knew during the Clone Wars. And this not only worried her but it scared her. "Of course, it would be quite some time before she would be ready for that step," she said, hiding her concerns and hoping that would ease her master's discomfort.

Anakin looked at Ellysa who gave him a big smile. "How high is her midi-chlorian levels?" he asked.

"Not nearly as high as yours," Obi-Wan stated making his presence known. "Her midi-chlorian levels are around twelve-thousand," he informed Anakin. "Enough to make her a powerful Jedi, if she is trained by the right Jedi," he added.

"And what makes you think that I'm the one who is supposed to train her?" Anakin asked skeptically.

"Usually, you feel a little tug from the Force on the matter," Obi-Wan told him. Anakin looked at him dubiously making Obi-Wan smile. "She obviously feels it and if you'll calm yourself, you will feel it too," he said calmly.

Anakin looked back to Ellysa and saw, or rather, felt what Obi-Wan was talking about and he looked at the little girl in astonishment.


Padmè was relieved to be home, at least for now. With a new Republic underway, her workload doubled. However, she was happy to share her work load. Now that the galaxy was reshaping, several systems were siding with the Alliance over the Empire, including Naboo. The current queen had asked Padmè to take on the role of senator once more but Padmè had politely declined after hearing from her youngest niece that she was interested in politics. After elections were posted, Pooja had won the majority of the votes and had instantly traveled to Coruscant along with Jar Jar Binks who was still representing the Gungan population. Between the three of them, the workload was less intimidating. Which gave Padmè more free time to be with her family, and most importantly to rebuild her relationship with Anakin who while very much different than the man he used to be, still loved her with everything that he had. Every now and then, she would see hints of the man she had been married to, she knew that, that was all there was, hints. His foray in the dark side and his memory loss made him a different person entirely. That didn't mean that she didn't love him. She would always love him, no matter what.

Padmè sighed as she entered her apartment, seeing all the distinguished hints that Anakin lived here too. The common room had the remains of a droid or two, Padmè couldn't tell, that was taken apart and halfway put back together. There was even several Jedi artifacts that Anakin had taken from the temple to study, laying about the room. And if she went into the bedroom, she would see even more hints. Yes, Anakin had made himself quite at home here, something that he hadn't done before, even when they were married. And that was the part that saddened her. She had readily agreed when he proposed that they live together, in an effort for them to rekindle what was lost, or for him at least, to get to know one another again. But Padmè wanted more. She enjoyed falling asleep in his arms and waking up with him everyday but she needed more. The old Anakin would have insisted on it, she reflected as she remembered their decision to get married soon after Geonosis. But there was her problem. She was comparing how Anakin is now and how he used to be and she didn't know how to stop. She knew that it was only going to cause her pain by continuing like this and making expectations for her Anakin to magically appear, but he was gone. She needed to accept that and move on.

Noticing the time of the crono, she smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with her time at the moment and walked into the bedroom to change.


Upon arriving at the temple, Padmè was granted instant access to the temple. Being the mother of two of the Jedi Order's most prominent knights allowed her such access. Even though some of the Jedi didn't agree to that. The very few who knew about Anakin's fall to the dark side, condemned her, blaming her for the destruction of the order. She knew what they thought and even though it bothered her, she didn't show it. No one said it out loud though because they followed Master Yoda's orders and thankfully she had the aging Jedi Master on her side. She knew that it bothered Anakin greatly. He was the only reason that she knew what they all thought. Because he could hear their thoughts broadcasted rather loudly and he would pace at night muttering furiously about it when he thought that she was sleeping. The problem is that Padmè didn't know which Jedi felt that way and so far there have been at least seventy to return to Coruscant.

As she stood inside the temple's entrance, at least twenty jedi passed her by, some barely glancing at her but one looked right at her. She was a Togruta and she couldn't have been no older than her early thirties. Padmè stood there as the Togruta Jedi smiled and walked over to her.

"Senator Amidala?" Padmè nodded in answer and the Jedi smiled warmly. "I'm Ahsoka Tano," she greeted.

Padmè recognized that name and smiled. She had heard Anakin talk about this particular Jedi after Master Yoda assigned her to be Anakin's padawan. "I have heard a lot about you, Knight Tano," Padmè told her smiling.

"Really?" Ahsoka asked, her demeanor brightening.

"I am very happy to see that you survived those awful purges," Padmè told her.

"Thanks to Master Skywalker's brief training," Ahsoka replied.

It was then that Padmè realized that she didn't know about Anakin's fall to the dark side and her smile faltered for a moment.

Ahsoka looked at her concerned. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing is the matter for the moment," Padmè assured her.

Ahsoka didn't seem to believe her. "Is there something that you need, Milady?" she asked.

"I'm actually looking for Anakin and my children," Padmè admitted.

"They're busy in the crèche, at the moment," Ahsoka informed her. "I can take you to them if you would like," she suggested.

Padmè smiled. "That would be nice," she said and followed Ahsoka through the temple listening to the jedi's narrative about how she had missed the temple during the days of the Empire and of how much it has changed. Padmè replied when it was necessary and was enjoying the Jedi's pleasant attitude when they reached the crèche, laughing at one of the memories that Ahsoka had shared with her. As they entered the crèche laughing together, three astonished faces looked at them.

Luke and Leia looked at each other and smiled, enjoying their mother's good mood while Anakin looked at her as though she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The sight warmed Padmè. Even more when she noticed the he was sitting down with a two year old little girl curled up and fast asleep on his lap and the gentle manner where he stroked the child's hair. A little sadness hit her as well and she reflected that if it weren't for Palpatine, he would have done the same for Luke and Leia. But hope showed itself as her hand itched to press itself against her abdomen but she didn't dare move it. She wasn't ready to reveal her secret just yet. She was waiting for the right moment when she and Anakin were alone.

"Mom?" Luke questioned turning his attention to her.

Padmè smiled at her son. "I was hoping that the three of you weren't busy," she admitted.

Luke and Leia looked at one another. "How come?" Leia asked.

"Because I thought that it might be a good idea if we could have lunch together. As a family. We have so little time to spend together these days," Padmè answered.

Luke and Leia looked over at Master Yoda who nodded his approval.

Padmè looked over at Anakin. "Will you be joining us, Ani?" she asked.

Anakin looked down to the little girl in his lap. "I'm afraid to wake her," he admitted. "She's sort of attached herself to me and..." he didn't finish his sentence because Padmè walked up to him and gently picked the little girl up without waking her and gently laid her down on one of the cots, tucking her in. "How did you do that?" he asked, astonished.

"Practice," Padmè answered, simply. She then took his hand. "Now you're free for an hour," she told him. Anakin only smiled in reply.


Three days. Three days since Ahsoka had been reunited with her master and so far he hadn't remembered anything. She was hoping that he would remember something about her but he didn't. She had managed to find him and attempted to jog his memory by reminding him of the missions that she had accompanied him on. His reaction to the stories were just that. All they were to him were stories and he would make comments but nothing like he remembered them. He acted like the stories were about her and some other master. This saddened her. But she was determined and stubborn. She made sure to corner him without making it seem like she was cornering him. Today was no different. She knew where to find him most of the time. Her master split his time between categorizing in the archives, working in the hanger or assisting in the crèche where little Ellysa demanded his attention. Sometimes she found him practicing his saber skills in one of the training arenas but those times were few and far between. Ahsoka got the impression that he was afraid to use his lightsaber. What could have possibly happened to him that effected such a profound change in him?

Ahsoka rounded a corner and spotted her master running towards her direction, chasing after one of the older younglings who decided to run around the temple completely naked. Before she could react the youngling ran past her laughing merrily in nothing but a blur. "Do you need any help, Master?" she asked.

"Not now, Snips!" he answered as he ran past her.

Ahsoka's eyes widened in surprised, being rooted to the spot. She hadn't told him about the nickname that he used to call her. Before her surprise turned to glee, he was gone. That was when Master Kenobi appeared.

"Which way did he go?" he asked referring to Anakin.

Ahsoka didn't say anything, she just grinned gleefully.

Obi-Wan eyed her closely. "I haven't seen that look on your face for quite some time, mind telling me what has brought it on?" he asked.

"He called me Snips," Ahsoka said happily. "He remembered!"

Obi-Wan smiled sadly at her. "Don't be too quick to assume that," he said sadly.

Ahsoka looked at him. "Why?" she asked.

"Because it will do you no good," Obi-Wan told her knowingly.

"I don't understand. Why is that a bad thing?" she asked.

"Because Anakin isn't going to recover any of his memories, the healers just confirmed it," Obi-Wan told her.

"But..." that just didn't make any sense to her.

"Occasionally little things will come out of his mouth that could suggest that but all that is, is his instinct. Anakin doesn't know where they come from and it is frustrating him. It is even more frustrating for him when he knows that there are those who expect him to remember and he isn't able to," Obi-Wan told her.

This saddened Ahsoka to no end. "I don't understand," she said brokenly.

"Anakin had been painstakingly speaking to the healers and Barris Offee just figured out why today," Obi-Wan told her. "Apparently when Anakin defeated Darth Sidious, Sidious had made a mental assault on his brain which caused some irreversible damage which was only augmented when he was in a coma for over five weeks afterward," Obi-Wan explained gently.

"So it's permanent?" Ahsoka asked hardly able to accept it.

"I'm afraid so," Obi-Wan confirmed. "Right now, Anakin needs all the support he could get without someone attempting to jog his memories which, sadly, no longer exist," he told her with a small hint of a warning. "Give him time, the detachment that he is feeling around you will go away eventually once you begin to bond," he advised.

Ahsoka nodded. While this news saddened her, she only gave hope that it would get better.


Padmè prepared for bed while Anakin washed up. As she set her brush down, her hand found its way to he abdomen where she felt a distinctive bump. She was going to have to tell him tonight. It was something she both anticipated and then on a small level feared. She remembered well what had happened the last time and she didn't want a repeat. But this time would be different, she told herself. There isn't a sith lord manipulating Anakin anymore and this time they'll be together. With that thought, she smiled. She couldn't wait until the moment arrives when she would be holding this little one in her arms.

Padmè startled out of her ruminations when two strong arms wrapped themselves around her. "You're happy, I can feel it coming off of you in waves," Anakin whispered.

Padmè smiled as she ran her hands along his bare arms which were wrapped tightly around her. "I am," she confirmed.

"Would you mind sharing why?" Anakin asked, brushing her hair aside so the he trail kisses along her neck.

"I'm happy that I have you, here, with me. It's been so very long since I've been this happy," she told him, leaning into him.

Anakin didn't say anything. He couldn't remember when that was and he didn't have the heart to tell her that he never would. "I love you," he said instead. He could feel how happy those three words made her feel. "Come to bed," he urged, helping her to stand. He led her to the bed where he kissed her, deeply, as they laid down together. Before things got anymore interesting, she pulled away before running her palm along his face, lost in thought.

"Is something wrong?" Anakin asked.

Padmè shook her head. "No, nothing is wrong," she told him.

"Then what is it?" he asked.


"Yes," Anakin implored.

Padmè gathered in her head what she was going to say, relaying on how she told him the last time. "Something wonderful has happened," she told him.

"Define wonderful," Anakin said.

"I'm pregnant," Padmè told him. She watched all the emotions dance across his face but he didn't say anything for a while making her smile falter. "Say something," she pleaded.

"I don't know anything about children. I'm struggling with my work in the crèche as it is," he told her.

This was a total different reaction than when she told him about Luke and Leia, one that didn't make her feel any better. "That isn't what you said the last time," she pointed out.

"I don't remember that," Anakin reminded her.

This of course didn't make her feel any better. "I wish you would," she said softly.

Anakin looked down, not meeting her eyes. "I can't," he told her.

"I know in time, you will, but it doesn't stop me from..."

Anakin cut her off. "I'm not going to remember, Padmè. The healers confirmed it today," he told her.

Padmè's heart broke at hearing this. "They could be wrong," she told him.

"Barris Offee uncovered a degree of brain damage from a mental assault. Obi-Wan was with me when she explained it. The only logical conclusion that he could make was that it was Palpatine's doing, that he did it just before I killed him. And Barris told me that five weeks of being unconscious didn't help either," Anakin told her.

Hatred for Palpatine surged through Padmè. She didn't think that he could cause any more damage to this family but he did and this time it was permanent. Heartbreak over came her at such a loss that she began to cry.

Anakin grew alarmed when she began to cry and wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you," he told her.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked between tears.

"Make the best that we can," he told her.

"And a baby just complicates things," she added.

Anakin didn't argue with her. He honestly didn't know where another child fit into their lives. He sometimes didn't even know what to do with Luke and Leia. But he knew one thing; he wouldn't abandon the responsibility that came with a child. He didn't have it in him to do so. In hindsight, this could be the excuse that he needed to do something that he had been wanting to do for a while. "There is just one thing that we should do then," he said.

Padmè looked at him. "What?" she asked.

"Get married," Anakin told her. "It's the best logical solution that I can think of..."

"I don't want to get married just because I'm pregnant," Padmè told him, peeved.

"I wasn't..."

Padmè cut him off. "This isn't a problem that needs to be fixed, Anakin," she told him.

"I didn't say that," Anakin told her.

"There is a baby on it's way and it needs the love and care of both of it's parents, regardless if we are married or not. There is no reason for a solution because there isn't a problem that needs to be fixed," Padmè told him.

"But do you want to be married?" Anakin asked.

"I don't want a marriage based on a baby," Padmè told him.

Neither did Anakin. "But do you want to be married?" he asked again. "Because I do. I want to marry you and not because you are pregnant but because I love you and I can't imagine my life without you," he told her.

Padmè didn't say anything. Those last eleven words reverberated through her brain, echoing the same exact words that he had uttered when he proposed the first time. And for a moment she forgot that he didn't remember but that was the trick. He didn't remember the countless times he had uttered those same words. He never would. That was the painful part. She got to live with the memories knowing that she could never truly share them with him. To Anakin, they weren't memories, they were stories of someone else's lifetime. She loved him but could she live the rest of her life like that?

"I understand if you're not ready," Anakin said when her silence continued. "I've felt this way for a while, I wasn't sure if it was the right time to say anything. But I can wait. I can wait for years if that is what it will take."

Padmè didn't want to make him wait. True, the Anakin Skywalker that she had married years before was gone and he wasn't coming back, that didn't mean that she didn't love who he was now. She would always love who he used to be but that didn't mean that she loved him any less now. She loved him, for better or for worse and she had survived the worst. Come what may, she loved him and she didn't want to wait. His loss of memory was only one more hardship that their love could survive. "I don't want to wait," she told him. The smile that crossed his face warmed her.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Padmè smiled and reached up to touch his face. "Very," she told him. "I love you, Ani, for better or for worse and we've suffered the worst..."

"And obviously divorced," Anakin pointed out.

"Neither one of us wanted that," Padmè told him.

"Then why are we divorced?" he asked.

"Because every time we spoke to each other we ended up in a fight. It was the only solution at the time and I'm partially to blame. I was just so hurt and afraid after you fell to the dark side that when you came back I... but that is history now. We belong together, Ani, and our love survived the worst," she told him.

"I don't want to hurt you," Anakin told her.

"You won't," Padmè assured him.

"I'll try very hard not to," Anakin promised.

"I know," Padmè said.

"So we're getting married?" he asked.

Padmè smiled. "I think that it's expected," she agreed.

"I love you," Anakin told her seriously. He didn't give her a chance to reply before he kissed her, pouring all the love that he had for her in that one kiss while his hand found it's way to her abdomen where he felt the life growing there and he felt something new to him but somehow knew that he felt it before. Love for the tiny life residing under his hand. He loved his children, including this little one and he vowed to be the best father that he could be. To him, this was a new beginning and he would do everything in his power to do everything right.