You all are beautiful people, you know that? Here's the concluding chapter; keep a lookout on my page. I do have half the mind to keep posting stories of the Skywalker family. Most of them will probably be related to this one. I will state so within the summaries.

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Prophecies- Chapter Two: The More the Light Shines Through Me, I Pretend to Close my Eyes

"—Yes mother, I understand. I will make arrangements fairly soon," Padme's voice filled the room. All strength, but perhaps a little worry mixed in. "I shall see you soon." As she ended the call with her mother, she sat there in silence. Other than Anakin, her family was the only ones to know about the pregnancy. When the senator voiced her concerns to her mother, she was informed that it would be in her best interest to head for Naboo immediately. After all, once the mucus plug is completely gone, it is all a waiting game as to when a mother went into labor.

There were pressing matters that had to be taken care of prior to her trip back home. Informing the senate, for starters, something that could end her career forever. Her husband would have to inform the council. Both of them could be without the professions that they oh so held dear. Padme couldn't just leave for Naboo, not without Anakin. He would shout to the stars about his family, if they could hear. He would risk everything just to be there, and she knew that. Which was why the Skywalkers had to do this.

Looking down at her expanding stomach, Padme ran a hand across it with a warm smile coming across her face. Even if she could no longer work on the senate, it would be worth it. She was carrying around the future; something that was worth far more than any job.

The brunette was torn from her thoughts as she heard approaching footsteps coming toward her bedroom. It wasn't a question as to who it was coming in. Anakin gathered with Master Windu in hopes of ridding the galaxy of Palpatine for good. She could only hope that this was a success.

As she lifted her head up, a smile immediately graced her lips. Anakin made his way over to her, but the look on his face was something that caused her own smile to fade away.

"Ani, what's wrong?" Anxiety soon stuck to her chest as he knelt down in front of her, his arms wrapping tightly around her. All Padme could do was run her fingers through his hair. In response, he nuzzled against her stomach.

"I can't lose you, Padme. I can't lose this family," his voice was hoarse. The Jedi didn't even bother to look back up at her. He just burrowed his face in her belly further.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she brought one hand down to hook around his chin, tipping it up so she could look at him. "What is all of this? I thought we had put those thoughts to rest?"

When his eyes locked with hers, she could see the tears that had begun to well up. It honestly just broke the senator's heart.

"I just can't stand the thought of losing you. Even after everything I saw… I still can't help—"

Padme brought her arms around her husband, cradling him close to her. His love for her was always something that bewildered her. Anakin loved her so much; the depths of it were enough to make her shatter to a million pieces. "Anakin, I am not going anywhere. We are going to get out of here and raise our family. Together."

He couldn't express his worries enough. What Palpatine had told him still rung in his ears, no matter how much he knew that he had to ignore those very words. There was still a doubt that resonated through his very soul. What if he was wrong? What if what the Force showed him was just a bunch of lies? The Jedi rose to his feet, scooping his wife up in his arms in the process. He never wanted to let go of her. If he did, he was far too afraid that she would fade away from him.

Taking her back to lay side-by-side in bed, he still had his arms wrapped around her. His forehead pressed against hers, eyes clenched shut as his mind went reeling a mile a minute.

Padme pulled back long enough to look at him. It was so quiet in the room now that all either of them could hear was his rapid breath and erratic heartbeat. She said not a word and moved to rest her head directly over his heart. Part of her wanted nothing more than to hear what happened, but the other part knew that, for right now, silence was all Anakin needed right now.

"Kind of ironic, isn't it? The only life the man couldn't save was his own."

"You need me! I can help you save your wife! I can help you save Padme!"

The Jedi's body was soon wracked with sobs, pressing a kiss to his wife's forehead. He was terrified. There was so much he had to inform Padme of. Palpatine's death. The meeting with the council. But he just didn't have it in him right now.

Windu had found out everything on his own, especially with taking in Palpatine's last words. At that point, there was no need to hide anymore. Anakin had told the council. And, by the grace of whatever deity was watching over him, he was allowed to remain a Jedi.

Anakin could feel their eyes on him, burning with such intensity that he could feel his knees quiver underneath him. Master Windu had informed him on their way to the chamber that he knew what was going on between him and Padme. After asking for confirmation, the younger Jedi knew that he couldn't lie. Couldn't keep the secret any longer.

"You have something that you want to share with the rest of the council, correct Skywalker?" Windu asked, sitting back in his chair. The other Masters glanced between both men, but their eyes prominently landed on the younger of the two.

"Yes," Anakin murmured, clenching his gloved fist for a moment, tipping back on his heels. He looked out to the council, mentally readying himself for what was to come. Ani could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on him more than anyone else's. To be honest, his opinion was the only one of the council that he cared about. "Senator Amidala and I are married. We have been for years now." Hanging back on his heels once more, he could feel the shock going around the room. Little did they know that he wasn't done, not even Windu. The brunet licked his lips with anticipation before adding, "She's pregnant. Due any day now."

Due to the silence in the room as everyone regained their composure, Skywalker was about ready to just unclip his lightsaber and hand it to Master Yoda so he could be on his way.

Yoda himself, on the other hand, had another idea in store. He lifted a hand to scratch at his chin, obviously deep in thought. Regarding the Jedi before him, then back around at the others on the council, he finally spoke, "Complications, there are."

"With all due respect, Master, I'll just leave my lightsaber and be on my way. I shouldn't leave my wife alone much longer—" Anakin spoke, only to be cut off with Yoda raising a hand to stop him.

"Done, we are not. Much to talk about, we have." The Grand Master motioned towards an empty chair, prompting the young Jedi to have a seat on it.

Obi-Wan was the next to pipe up, "Is there anything that we can do to—trick the order?" He didn't even believe what he was saying. This wasn't the Jedi way and yet—the thought of Anakin, his son, his brother, being stripped of something that was his calling, it just wasn't right. They couldn't give up on The Chosen One.

Mace, who let's face it—he never really liked Anakin in the first place, spoke next, looking directly at Obi-Wan. "You and I both know that that cannot be done. He broke the Jedi Code!"

"And you haven't?" Kenobi countered.

Skywalker was taken aback by his mentor sticking up for him. He would have thought that his disappointment would keep him from saying any more.

Comments from the other council members weren't as helpful. Separating the family immediately after birth, Anakin never having any contact with his wife or children again. That was something that he could never do. Everything that he did today, he did it because he wanted his family to remain intact.

"I cannot leave my family," he spoke up with, silencing everyone else.

Yoda had been watching Young Skywalker closely, getting a good feel of exactly what his intentions were. "Compassion, you have. Darkness, you have. Family, keeps the darkness away, does it?"

A soft smile broke out across Anakin's face. "That it does, Master."

"The Chosen One, you still are. Great things I sense from you."

Whether any of them wanted to admit it, Anakin was one of the more powerful Jedi in that room. While he did break the code, letting him go just wasn't an option. After all, Jedi were encouraged to thrive on compassion, opposed to the popular belief.

Obi-Wan then spoke once more, "if I may, Master Yoda, perhaps The Chosen One restoring balance to the order means changing it slightly?"

Yoda just gave a nod, lacing his fingers together. "Right you are perhaps, Master Kenobi."

As much as this pleased Anakin to no end, that was when he began to doubt everything. What if everything was in vain? Fighting to stay with the Jedi and be the proper father and husband he was meant to be. If Padme died during childbirth, what good would any of their attempts be? How could he take care of infant children on his own, and still be on active duty? What if both his wife and children died? So many thoughts plagued his mind. Even on his way back to the apartment he shared with Padme, he still had an overactive mind. It was driving him mad.

Anakin picked his head back up, drying his eyes with the back of his gloved hand. He spoke after what felt like an eternity after that, "I told the council. When Windu and I were coming back, he asked me about something Palpatine said. He had said that he can help me save my wife." His voice was thick now, his flesh thumb strumming against Padme's shoulder as he explained what had happened.

She glanced up at her husband, her forehead crinkling slightly with worry. "What happened?"

"I killed Palpatine. The council is letting me stay. They think I can still restore balance in the order." He gave a nonchalant shrug, a half-hearted chuckle escaping his lips. "But none of that matters if I lose you."

Heaving herself upright, Padme took Anakin's face in the palm of her hand. "You are a powerful enough Jedi. What do you feel when you look at me?"

Anakin swallowed deeply, his blue eyes boring into his wife's dark ones before closing his own eyes. He felt happiness, love. He saw his children running into their room every morning, pouncing on them, just laughing in spite of it. As he opened his eyes once more, a smile stretched across his face. He never tried to dig too deep when it came to his wife. He never wanted to invade her privacy, nor did he want confirmation of his nightmare coming to life. "We're happy. You, Luke, Leia, and me."

Padme smiled back at the names. "At least we no longer have the hassle of going through a book of baby names," she chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss his lips sweetly.

His arms snaked around her once more, trapping her close against him as their kiss was deepened. Once they broke apart, Anakin settled to press a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered down at her.

"And I love you." The brunette tucked her head beneath his chin, closing her eyes. They might still have a long way to go, but at least they had each other through it all.

o—o—o

Anakin might have been able to stay a Jedi. Padme and Queen Jamilla, on the other hand, they both decided that it was in the mother's best intentions to remain at home with her Younglings. The brunette couldn't say that she regretted her decision, either. It wasn't long at all since the decision was made that she went into labor. Luckily, she and Anakin had made it back to Naboo, by then.

Padme would never forget that very moment that she went into labor. The Skywalkers had been in the garden, reminiscing about old times when the pain began to settle in. Her face began to scrunch up as she resisted the urge to double over.

And cue the frightened father. "Padme—Padme are you alright?" He asked, putting a hand on the small of her back for support. No sooner than those words were spoken, their feet were met with a pool of amniotic fluid.

Oh.

Oh.

Anakin couldn't move fast enough to get his wife back into the house. She had decided a while ago that she wanted to give birth at home—a water birth, no less. While he was a little worried that something would happen that medical attention would be needed, he still respected Padme's wishes.

Anxiety was settling in fast when he called out for his mother-in-law, Jobal.

"Jo! It's time!" The Jedi practically tripped over his own two feet as he led Padme to the bathroom. It was getting pretty difficult to breathe, too. "C'mon, Skywalker, keep it together. Do it for Padme. For Luke and Leia."

Jobal made her way over to the expectant couple. She had been in the kitchen upon hearing her son-in-law's cries. She looked cool and collected, just like always. Man, Anakin knew where Padme got her personality from.

"Go ready the bath. I'll get the towels and meet you there," the soon-to-be grandmother spoke, smiling between her daughter and Anakin. "You're going to be fine," she added, reaching over to affectionately stroke Padme's cheek.

Just her mother's touch alone made the former senator calm down some. At least she not only had her, but her husband as well. Things could be so much worse.

Ani did exactly what he was told and led his wife into the fresher, gently setting her down on the toilet so he could help her undress and ready the bathtub.

She slipped her shoes off, leaving them beside the tub. A rather rough contraction surged through her uterus at that point, leaving her with no choice but to put a vice grip on her husband's arm.

"Hey," he murmured to her. "Padme look at me." When her eyes were on his, Anakin added with a smile, "At the age of fourteen, you were the Queen of Naboo. Years later you were a senator. I think you can handle childbirth." He gave her a quick peck on the lips just before helping her undress, leaving her in nothing but her top.

This was why she chose to have a birth at home. Padme wanted no parts of strangers crowding her when she was so bare. She watched as Anakin went over to start filling up the bathtub. In the meantime, the brunette ran her fingers across her stomach, breathing in and out in a steady pattern.

Luke and Leia. They would be here soon. Padme couldn't decide whether she was more excited or terrified. Would she be a good mother? Would she know what to do? Usually, it took quite a lot to unravel her. But the thought of meeting with her children in a matter of hours was quickly bringing her down to size. She began to breathe through another painfully sharp contraction, lifting herself off of the toilet. By that time, the bath was only halfway full. She didn't care, though. Submerging herself in water sounded a lot nicer than perching on a cold toilet.

Anakin watched her closely, not needing very long at all to tell what she was trying to do. He hooked an arm around her waist, helping her ease down into the tub. She took hold of his flesh hand, lacing their fingers together as she leaned back against the wall.

By the time he turned off the faucet, Jobal was entering the fresher, shutting the door behind her. She left the towels on the sink, coming over to check on her daughter.

"How are the contractions coming along, dear?" She asked Padme as gently as she could, cupping the soon-to-be-mother's shoulder.

"They aren't that far apart. That much I can tell you," the brunette breathed, her free hand massaging her belly again.

"Good. Hopefully this will be a short birth, then," she spared her daughter a smile, coming around to sit on the ledge of the tub. "I need to see what is going on down there, if you don't mind," Jobal added, chuckling warmly. Luckily, doing some thorough research kept her from having to bring yet another person in the room. But there were many things that had to be monitored. Dilation, crowning.

Padme obliged, spreading her legs just enough for her mother to check how dilated her cervix had gotten. She looked up to her husband, who was glancing between both Naberrie women frantically. "Ani," the brunette murmured, "are you alright?" She asked, a worn smile stretching across her lips.

He glanced down at his wife, squeezing her hand softly. "Never better. You?" Anakin grinned sheepishly, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Just peachy," Padme replied, stroking the backside of his hand with her thumb. It was a calming motion. Something the both of them needed.

The Jedi still had his worries. With every passing moment, he grew more anxious, glancing between both his wife and mother-in-law. He was just so afraid that there would be complications. But, for Padme's sake, he tried to keep those thoughts to himself. Anakin grinned and bared the vice grip she had on his hand with every contraction, every push. Every so often, his gloved hand would come up to wipe the sweat away from the crown of her head, leaving soft kisses in its wake.

He was just so happy that he could be there.

As that first cry cut the air like a sharp knife, the Jedi was taken aback. He stared in awe at the tiny human in Jobal's arms. The tiny human that he had created. Looking back to his wife, he shared a quick kiss with her.

"It's a boy," Jobal spoke, tears now welling up in her eyes. Grabbing the pair of scissors that were set with all of the other supplies, she handed it over to Anakin, "cut the cord, dad," her face lit up with the most genuine of smiles. One that Skywalker could safely say that he had never seen on his mother-in-law before.

"Gladly." Then it hit him. What if he hurt Luke? Would he cut him in the process? His stomach began to churn at the mere thought. But as he heard his wife straining out another push, Anakin knew that he had to be quick. She needed him. Ever so cautiously, he snipped the umbilical cord away from his newborn son.

Just as Jobal went to start cleaning up little Luke, Padme let out that final push. Her chest heaved rapidly as she held her hands out, waiting for the next contraction to send the second baby out into the world. Sure enough, it was merely minutes when little Leia came. Padme scooped the baby out of the water, holding her close against her chest for a moment. She ran her fingers up and down the newborn's back just before patting it to clear her airway. That was when the second most beautiful sound came to the new parents' ears. Little Leia's cries.

Anakin grinned at the sight, in awe of the whole thing. He took the scissors in his hand once more, doing the same with his daughter's umbilical cord. After it was off, he just stood there watching his wife cradle Leia as close as she could get to her, giving her gentle kisses to the forehead. She knew that her mother needed to clean her up, so she handed the newborn over to Anakin to hand her over, who took her into his arms eagerly.

Looking down at the little girl in his arms, he had to ask himself how he managed to get so lucky. A beautiful wife. Two beautiful children. What did he do to deserve a life so sweet?

Jobal exchanged babies with Anakin after another moment, her next question hanging in the air. "What are their names?"

Anakin shared an all knowing look with his wife, who just smiled back at him in response. "Well," he started, glancing down at the little boy in his arms, "our son is Luke."

"And our daughter is Leia," Padme finished; watching as her mother worked to get their little girl cleaned and bundled up.

"They're perfect," Jobal replied, kissing little Leia on the cheek.

"Yeah," the Jedi nodded his head, another grin stretching across his face. "They are perfect." He handed Luke over to his mother, in exchange for getting to hold his daughter. His princess.

Just how did he get so lucky?

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