Padmé had been far to focused on her duties as a Senator to even be home half the time. What with Anakin never there, she had to do something or she would have been driven mad. Having spent quite some time with the Chancellor speaking of politics. He had kept her company and his words suddenly swayed her judgement. She made her way back to their home, shoes clicking against the stone of the halls. She longed to simply be rid of her uncomfortable attire, and to sit before the fire. It hadn’t been used much as of late. This wasn’t Naboo after all.

   As she pushed the door open, she removed her cloak and folded it gently over her hands. Braids cascading down her back as they swayed with her movements. Her gaze caught that of her husband who sat stoic on the couch in the dark of the room. Her voice was quiet and curious, “ Anakin… ? Why do you sit in the dark so? You frightened me,  “

   She made her way to him dropping her cloak atop the couch next to him. Her hands ending at a gentle touch atop her swollen belly.

            the sight of his wife caused anakin to rise, tossing back his
            cloak clumsily next to hers. dark eyes brighten, arms reaching
            for the warmth of her body to encompass in his hold ( a feeling
            of content overtakes him, worry evaporating completely. ). her
            swollen belly presses against his torso, and for a brief moment
            he savors the moment of solidarity he has with padme ( after
            such long periods of time without ). he dreaded being so far, so
            busy with the jedi council. 

                          “ i’m sorry. i was waiting, and thinking. both
                            for you. i was going to wait all night if that’s
                            what it took. “

            his body leaves hers, though hands remain clasped to her arms.
            anakin searches for the beauty of her eyes, yearning to look into them.

                                              “ i didn’t mean to frighten you. “ 

            his voice is a whisper, soothing. rosy lips press to her forehead,
            lingering there briefly. lilac and vanilla intoxicate his nostrils, the
            smooth porcelain of her skin tingling where his flesh touched. a
            murmur of words escape from him, laced with curiosity.

                          “ where were you to be out so late? you know
                            we should be careful around those in the council.
                            i hate to be skeptical, but there’s a rumor of a sith
                            among us, and we wouldn’t want to talk too much
                            until the truth is discovered. “