Fragments of the Galaxy

Her gaze follows his down, to her stomach. She’s not showing, not yet, but she will be, soon enough. She has the sinking suspicion that Padmé is already planning her wardrobe for when she’s further along. Which... terrifies her, quite frankly. Everything about this terrifies her.

“I... no.” It wasn’t that she doesn’t want him in their child’s life. In her life. But she stills blames herself for the turn of events that led them to Naboo. It’s her fault they’re here. That he’s no longer a Jedi. She reaches out, hesitantly, for his arm. “I want you here.” Force, she wasn’t sure she could do this without him, as much as she hated to admit it. “But... it’s not fair to you. I should have handled things differently...”