A/N: hey guys! Sorry this update took so long. I have been super busy with school and then was gone over the holidays.

Disclaimer: still don't own it.

Chapter 3: Anger Management

Anakin stormed away from Obi-wan; so angry, he was tempted to punch the wall. That would not solve his problems, though, only create more. Right now, the best thing for him to do to let his frustration out was to practice his saber techniques. If he was exercising, he would concentrate strictly on what he was doing and not on the turmoil that raged within him.

With that decision made, he headed straight for the training rooms. He did not pause once on the way to his goal. Once there, he immediately activated four training spheres as he pulled out his light saber. Immersing himself deep in the force, Anakin slowly let his anger slip away.


Obi-wan stared in shock for a few moments at the friend he had not seen in many years. Her hair was longer than when he'd last seen it and her eyes were hardened by years of war, but those slight changes in her appearance did not stop the familiar pang of longing he felt when near her. Noticing the smirk she sported, he quickly snapped out of his daze.

"As I recall, Master Tachi, it was you who usually infuriated people and then left me to deal with placating them," Obi-wan informed his long time friend as he raised his perfectly arched eyebrows. Siri raised her own eyebrows in return before laughing at the truthfulness in his statement. Obi-wan soon joined in, before walking over to her and giving her a hug.

"It is good to see you, Siri," he said as he pulled away. In reality, seeing her was something that was bittersweet. On the one hand, seeing her brought back all sorts of wonderful memories. On the other, it also brought back feelings that he had not dwelled on in a long time. Nor do I plan to dwell on them, he thought to himself.

"I haven't seen you in so long, Obi-wan. Life's been so boring with no one to pick on," she teased. He smiled as they fell into their age old banter. Walking together, they headed towards the gardens.


Kriff, Anakin thought as he hurried to his speeder with the take out. Kriff, kriff, kriff. I can't believe I'm late. He had planned to be home with dinner by six. It was now six thirty. He had gotten so lost in the flow of his practice, that he had totally spaced on what time it was. Now he was rushing to Padmé's apartment, knowing she wouldn't mind his tardiness, but wishing he wasn't late anyway.

When he finally arrived home, she was out on the balcony. She looked beautiful, even though she was pregnant, probably more so because of it. She absolutely glowed with happiness and Anakin smiled when he saw her.

"You are so beautiful, my angel," he said as he walked up behind her. She turned to smile at him as he lifted up the bags of food. "I know we can't go out to eat, so I thought I would bring your favorite restaurant to you."

"Thank you, Ani. It's wonderful to have you home," she told him as they walked back inside. They set out the food and drank juice since Padmé couldn't drink wine. After they finished eating, they began to talk of the baby.

"I've been thinking, Ani," Padmé said as they sat together on their couch. "I want to have the baby on Naboo. I can go back about a month before the baby is due to prepare a nursery at the house out in the lake country. It'll be perfect. My only worry is that you won't be there when I give birth."

"I will be there for you Padmé," Anakin promised, grabbing one of her hands in both of his. "Nothing can keep me from being there for you or the baby." With that fervent statement, he leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. "You are the most important person in my life. Even the Chancellor could not convince me to stay away from you." As he leaned back, she smiled brilliantly at him and he couldn't help but smile back.

"On a lighter note, have you thought about any names you like?" Anakin asked, bringing some levity to the conversation.

"I have, but I haven't found any that I really like," she admitted. "What about you? I suppose you're going to suggest that if we have a boy we name him Anakin?" She tried to keep a straight face, but began to smile by the end of her teasing question. Anakin feigned hurt.

"I am deeply offended by your mocking tone, Senator," he gasped out. "Are you suggesting that my name is unfit for our son?"

"Of course not! I would only like to point out that there are now hundreds of children that are probably named Anakin after the Hero With No Fear," she said through her laughter.

"Well, I would hate for our son to have a common name!" Anakin stated. "Force forbid someone else in the galaxy should have the same name as our son." They shared a good laugh at that before Padmé sobered up.

"I've missed this Anakin," she told him quietly. "I've missed us."

"I have too, angel. There is nothing we can do about it but enjoy the moments we have in this time of war," Anakin said softly. He sighed. "I have to go back to the temple this weekend; Ahsoka is coming back from a mission with Master Koon."

"I understand, Ani," Padmé said comfortingly. "I am happy that you have taken on a padawan." Anakin looked at her quizzically.

"Why?" he asked. She smiled.

"By being her guardian, it has assured you of something I already knew," she told him. He raised his eyebrows in question. "that you will make a wonderful father."