As the ship hurtled through space, the Padawan asleep in the med unit, and Obi-Wan asleep in Padme's arms, the senator decided she could care less about the comfort of the Radiant, its smells or its rust. She could care less about a lot of trivial things now. The most important thing was the man in her arms and the love in her heart.
What had she been so afraid of? Not the commitment, at least not on her part. She would give up her life for him, if he asked. And in her heart, she knew he felt the same. That wasn't the problem. It was another commitment, which was the source of her worries: His commitment to the Jedi Order.
It was who he was, just as she was a politician. He was a Jedi. They were both bound by their separate duties, which, she had a feeling, were not always going to mesh.
It may be difficult at times - he may be gone off-planet for months, be assigned dangeous missions, and she would be forced to stay at home, wonder and worry about him. Was he safe? Was he hurt? Or worse? Was he coming back?
The good news was that when Obi-Wan did come back, he would have a place other than the Jedi Temple to come back to. He would have a home. She would always be there for him.
And so it was. There were times in the first year, which were wrought with frustration and worry, but overall their time together was wonderful, joyous, if somewhat unexpected.
Padme wasn't sure how Obi-Wan would react when she told him they were going to have a child. Would he be upset? Was it against his beliefs as a Jedi? Would he even want to be a father?
Once again, her worries were unfounded. When she shared the news, it was the second time she had seen Obi-Wan cry.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Obi-Wan asked her one night while they lay cuddled together on the sofa, his hand making gentle figure eights on her swollen belly.
"Actually, I have," Padme answered. "If it's a girl, I'll name her Leia. If that's okay."
"Leia," he repeated. "Where did you come up with that name?"
"Oh," Padme smiled and snuggled closer, "it belonged to someone who helped me out of a jam once."
"Leia," Obi-Wan repeated once more. "I like it."
"Good," Padme replied, receiving and returning a gentle kiss.
"And what if it's a boy?" Obi-Wan asked.
Padme stilled suddenly, her smile fading, worry etching her brow. "I have no idea!"
Author's Notes: Ha ha. Ending fics is one of the hardest things to do! But there was such a lack of comedy in this one, I decided to end it that way. Hope nobody minds. Now...I wanted to share with everyone who's reading that the purpose of this fic was to warm up my muse, since I haven't been exercising it very much lately. And now that it's all warmed up and some rust knocked of it, I'm going to switch gears and head on over to "Destiny's Promise." See you there! Thanks for reading and if you liked the story, please tell me so. If you didn't...pleast keep that to yourself. ;)