A/N: This is meant to be my first multi chapter Anidala fic. I hope you review so I can see what you think and if I should write more. It's a Modern AU and rated M mostly for adult language.

March, 2016

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"I think I should get going! It's already half past midnight!" Padmé yelled at Dorme's ear over the booming music of the night club.

"Padmé, just relax! It's Friday night and you don't have any lectures tomorrow." Dorme shouted back, her drink sloshing dangerously over the rim of her glass as she kept dancing.

"But I have to study. I made a schedule and if I don't stick to it I'll fall behind."

"Oh please! Don't tell me you're not ahead of it already?"

"Well… A few days but I'll have more time to revise now and I…"

"Would you just listen to yourself, Padmé? You're such a buzzkill. "

"Hey!" Padmé let out an annoyed cry.

Dorme stopped her dancing to focus on her friend. "Sorry but you are. Can you honestly tell me you remember the last time you went out on a Friday night?"

"Yes I can! It was on Sabe's birthday."

"Which was three months ago." Dormé rolled her eyes. "And even then you left at midnight."

"I just have a lot on my plate right now, that's all."

"Don't you think you could benefit from some time off? You'll be dead from exhaustion once the exams start because you haven't been doing anything besides staring at books all day. I'm pretty sure you'd be able to focus more if you had a little fun for a change. Just… let go. For one a night."

Padmé worried her lip as she thought over Dorme's words.

"Well. Maybe you're right. I've been getting more and more headaches lately and some time to reset might do me good."

"There you go! Now let's go get us some more drinks."

Padmé didn't have time to respond before her friend had already grabbed her hand and was dragging her towards the counter. Grudgingly Padmé followed. If she wanted to have fun tonight she needed a few drinks first. Otherwise she would've been overthinking everything like she always did and wouldn't have been able to let go.

Two drinks and one shot later Padmé and Dorme were back on the floor. She was glad she had a friend like Dorme who wasn't afraid to speak her mind and give Padmé a push when she needed one but didn't know it herself.

For example, she was pleased that Dorme had made her wear the short white dress with a v- neckline and string sleeves she had once bought on a whim and had never dared to use before. The white made it seem like she radiated in the middle of the crowd of other dancers dressed mainly in dark colors. And the dress did seem to work like a beacon of light too, attracting a few men towards her to ask her for a dance.

Padmé ended up dancing with two guys. The first one was a tall one with a shaved head and lots of tattoos on his arms. He'd only needed a few minutes of grinding their bodies against one another, to ask her to accompany him back to his place for what he called "the fuck of your lifetime". Of course once she'd pointedly refused him he had left her without a word. The second guy, a cute, brown haired man had luckily been politer but in the end had been snatched up by some blonde woman with a breast size far larger than Padmé's.

She wasn't annoyed though, not yet having formed any deep connection with him. If Padmé wanted to find someone with whom she could get to know better, a night club would be the last place she'd go.

So she was content on being here since finding a boyfriend was the least of her worries at the moment.

"Aren't you glad you stayed?" Dorm yelled to her once she had found Padmé again after accidentally being separated from each other in the thick crowd.

"I can't believe I took your advice on something and not ended up regretting it!" Padmé laughed back.

"I'd be more offended if I wasn't this drunk." Dorme replied, her words now slightly slurring into one another.

"I think I'm not drunk enough." Padmé replied. "I'll go and get another shot."

Dorme's loud "That's my girl!" caught her ears over the music and the people as Padmé was making her way to the counter, politely elbowing people from her way.

Sometimes Padmé just wished she was taller so she wouldn't feel so claustrophobic in large crowds as these. There were moments she feared of being trampled on by people because they couldn't see her properly due to her height. Also some of the time at clubs when she was in a group she felt that it made people accidentally ignore her because it was harder for her to make and keep eye contact with them. There were a few things Padmé hated more than being ignored and she guessed if she was ever going to become a senator she needed to learn how to get other people's attention and respect despite her short stature.

After getting by a few more cluster of people she could already see a glimpse of the bar in front of her. However, that was the moment when someone behind her decided to lose their balance and fall towards her, which in turn pushed her forward like in a domino effect. Of course she couldn't do anything to stop herself from falling over and was already embracing herself for the impact she was going to make with the floor.

Padmé closed her eyes automatically but to her confusion it wasn't the hard floor meeting her poor hands and knees that came next but instead two large hands which came to grip her waist. Next she felt herself being pulled upwards followed by a hard, very male, chest hitting against hers as the man had pulled her towards himself to give her her stability back.

Padmé opened her eyes and quickly adjusted her stepping so her legs were again supporting herself instead of him. She was about to pull out of the stranger's arms but then she made the mistake of looking up and up and up (he was freakishly tall) until her eyes met his, two pools of sparkling blue.

After managing to break free of his hold she took in rest of his features, the short dark blond hair, strong chin and prominent cheekbones. God he was good looking. And fit.

For a moment not a word came out of Padmé's mouth and that was a first. However, the young man seemed to be in a similar state of shock as she was, undoubtedly surprised by the sudden meeting. Both failed to ignore the apologies of the man who had pumped into Padmé and the rest of the crowd which continued dancing like there was no tomorrow.

Finally, it was Padmé herself who uttered the first greeting.

"Thank you."

The man's eyes widened and then blinked rapidly a few times, as if waking up from a stupor. Padmé found herself eagerly waiting what he had to say.

"Are you an angel?"

Well that wasn't anywhere near what she had been expecting. It was Padmé's turn to blink. It also made her realize he still had his arms around her and so she took a step backward and then felt his hands loosen from around her.

Instantly she missed the warm and heavy pressure of them on her waist.

"Uhh.. What?"

The man seemed to now realize his words then and Padmé could see from his expression that he was for the life of his trying to think of something to save him from his self-caused embarrassment.

"Um…I… I mean do you go here a lot?"

She laughed. "You know I think somehow that one's even a more pathetic hit on than the first."

"Yeah. I know, sorry." The man mumbled and to her delight Padmé could see some red rising to his cheek as his hand went to rub his neck.

"It's your white dress and how the light makes your hair glove like you have a halo on your head and never mind how sweet you look and… Oh shit I'm making it worse aren't I? You have to understand I wasn't thinking straight, okay."

Padmé let out another laugh. "It's okay. I've said some pretty embarrassing things myself."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks to you. You have impressive reflexes."

"Yes I do. At least when there's pretty ladies involved." He said as the most dazzlingly cocky smile took over his features.

To her horror Padmé realized she had let out another laugh. What was up with her? Normally such cliché lines would make her roll her eyes and sigh. But obviously he was doing something to her.

"So is this your regular job? Saving women from embarrassing situations in night clubs?"

"Nah. Just part time."

"And is there something you'd like for payment?"

He seemed to think over her words for a second. Padmé really hoped he wasn't going to ask her already back to his place like the other guy had done.

"Well most of the time a simple thank you would be enough but I'm thinking this is a special case so I'll ask for one more thing – your name."

She smiled in relief and was more than happy to fulfill his request. "My name's Padmé."

"And I'm Anakin."

For the next few moments the two of them did nothing but stare each other, as if some invisible force was keeping them locked into their places. It wasn't until the dj switched onto a new song and for the other people to let out a loud cheer as a song with a very upbeat tempo began blasting from the speakers. The music and the people were now so loud that Padmé could only see Anakin's lips moving when he was trying to say something to her but she couldn't actually hear a word that had left his mouth.

"WHAT?!" She yelled to him.

He threw an annoyed look at the dj and then took a step towards her. Padmé gulped when bend closer to her. He smelled fantastic. Apparently this Anakin knew how to apply his aftershave or whatever he used because he didn't reek of it unlike pretty much all the boy in her year of university. Also it wasn't anything generic like Axe. But it was the earthly smell of a man that really assaulted her nose and brain and did funny things to her insides.

"I said do you wanna go to sit in one of the lounges they have here? The music is usually quieter there and we can talk better."

Before Padmé realized she had nodded her head.

A happy smirk appeared on his face following her agreement. "After you milady." He then said and motioned with his hand for her to go first and choose a place for them she liked.

Short while later they found a room with leather sofas and a smaller dance floor than in the main dance lounge. The music was also quiet enough so people could have normal conversations with each other. Before the two could resume their conversation however a waiter came by to ask them if they would've liked something to drink. Padmé ordered a mojito while it took Anakin some more time to browse the drinks menu and choose what he liked.

She took advantage of the situation to study the man better. Well a boy would have been a more suitable term if they didn't happen to be at a night club where the age limit was 21 years. He looked so young though, even younger than her, so Padmé assumed he must've been the same age or one year younger as her, since Padmé herself had turned 22 at the beginning of the year.

But his face was the only young thing about him. The rest of him was just massive. Like his frame which towered over her so much she suspected he was at least six feet tall. He was also wearing a tight dark grey t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination of his physical appearance as his toned arms were all there for her to ogle at.

It was funny. Usually Padmé went for slightly older men as the boys that were the same age as her or younger tended to be too immature for her liking and for the life of theirs couldn't held a decent conversation. Well Anakin now had a good chance to prove her wrong and Padmé couldn't wait.

He ended up ordering just a regular beer and the waiter left them alone after that to prepare their drinks. She found herself again as the center of his attention.

"I haven't seen you here before." He said.

"You wouldn't have. This is my first time. I haven't frequented clubs lately since I'm studying for my finals. I'm graduating this spring."

As soon as the words had left her mouth Padmé regretted them. What a boring topic to talk about. Maybe Dorme was right and she really was a buzzkill.

Anakin however didn't seem to mind.

"That's great. What's your major?"

"Political science. At Harvard."

He grinned. "Yeah I figured. You're just the type."

Padmé mocked offense. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please. Everything about you screams that you're a good girl and an ivy leagues student."

"Alright you guessed right. But what about you? Where do you study? I'm assuming not in Harvard since I haven't seen you there and no offence, but you don't seem like the typical academic male student"

He laughed and Padmé found herself happy it was because of her.

"Well you're wrong there. I'm not at Harvard but at MIT. My major is mechanical engineering."

Padmé gaped at him. She hadn't guessed anything close to that. Most likely she'd thought that he had skipped college to work instead. Not that there was anything wrong with that but he really seemed more of a type that would be attracted to hands on jobs better than sitting at lectures.

Her face must've shown her surprise as Anakin chuckled yet again.

"Yeah you're not the first one who's given me that look after I'd told them where and what I study."

"That's really impressive though. I mean MIT! Wow. What made you decide you wanted to be an engineer?"

"Well I've always been interested in mechanics, to see how things work and how I can improve them. When I was five I had the idea of dismantling our washing machine because it made this weird noise when it was on, and I wanted to find out what was the cause of it. Of course I couldn't and my mom was furious at me when she found out that I hadn't been able to put the pieces back together right."

Padmé grinned. At least one of her inner intuitions had been right. He was a rather mischievous type.

"My family's not very well off and I couldn't have afforded the tuition if I hadn't gotten a scholarship. But never mind that. So why'd you chose political science?"

"My parents have always been very political so I guess their enthusiasm got to me too…"

Padmé was about to explain more but then the waiter came back with their drinks and it wasn't until then that she noticed how close she and Anakin had been sitting each other. Their legs were even touching.

They talked some more while sipping their drinks, about her wanting to become a senator and of him wanting to design space ships for NASA someday. Once they had gulped down the last drops from their glasses Padmé accepted his offer for another drink. She was just on her way into that state which made her brain and tongue much looser and she could come up with more interesting topics to discuss than education and career.

After getting their new drinks next they chatted of more casual things but never lost that bantering they'd had going on. Once a comfortable silence settled between they turned to look at the other people dancing on the floor. The silence was soon broken by Anakin, though.

"Do you wanna dance?"

"Okay."

They settled their drinks down and stood up from the sofa. Padmé felt like a jolt of electricity passed her when he took her hand in his as he begun to lead her into the small crowd. Once he found a good spot Anakin stopped and turned towards her. Then with a single tug of his hand he brought Padmé closer to him so they were now standing toe to toe.

He turned out to be not half bad of a dancer she had to admit. Not that she paid any closer attention on his technique since all Padmé could focus on were his hands which seemed to be all over her body as they moved along the upbeat rhythm of the music. At the moment they were gliding sensually over her waist and hips, bringing them forward to meet his. Her hands meanwhile were joined at the back of his neck. Normally she would've had to be on her tiptoes to reach there but he had graciously enough bend his upper body towards her so she could reach up to hold him without a much effort. With their foreheads pressed against one another they never took their eyes off of each other.

Padmé's heartbeat was racing at the close contact and after few songs, when they decided to take a break, she was perspiring, and not entirely because of the physical burden of the dancing.

Anakin refused to break loose from his hold even when they returned to the sofas to sit down and it was with him holding her hand still. She didn't mind at all. They sat down facing each other so not an inch was between them and he slid his right arm behind her back to caress her lower back while his left was clutched into hers.

They ordered their third drinks and after they came they sipped them silently.

"So if I was right about you being an ivy league student was I also right about you being a good girl?" Anakin asked after taking the last drops from his beer and bending his head closer to hers.

Padmé blushed. His tone had dropped a few octaves and it was definitely pure flirting that he was doing. She found herself more than eager to reply with the same fire.

"Is there something wrong with good girls?"

"Absolutely not! I love good girls. Especially when they turn bad."

"You have personal experience of this I take it?" She asked as the gap between their heads shrank further and stopped at few inches.

"Not much but I can say that most of the time I'm the reason behind the transformation. Would you like to see for yourself?" He purred as his eyes descended on her lips which she had been unconsciously wetting with her tongue.

Padmé didn't say anything but instead put her drink back onto the small table in front of the sofa and grabbed him by his shirt tails. With a yank she drew him closer, which wasn't much because of how close they'd already been sitting and she also didn't have to pull hard considering how willing he was to follow her pull. She stared at his eyes for a moment and noticed how his breath had hitched. Excellent. Then without any more hesitation Padmé pressed her lips hard against his.

He responded instantly. Anakin's tongue invaded her mouth even before she'd had the chance to do the same to him first. Her hands which were still grabbing his shirt flew to wrap around his neck as she lost all her abilities to think coherently. His both arms came around her too and settled on her waist which he then used as a lever to pull her closer so that their upper bodies were flushed against each other.

They kissed for what felt like hours and Padmé could say that she'd never been kissed like that before. He dominated the kiss and Padmé went with it. The kiss was passionate and it consumed her whole mind and body.

However, it wasn't before she felt someone's fingers tap on her shoulder behind her which forced her pull her lips off of his. To her mortification it was the waiter and as the cloud of lust cleared from her mind she noticed that she had now straddled him and was sitting on his lap while his hands were still wrapped around her waist, not letting her get away from him even after they'd stopped their kissing.

"Excuse miss, but I'd appreciate if you two could find a more appropriate place to do that. For example, there's our restroom facilities which were remodeled a year back." The waiter asked in good humor.

Padmé, still sitting on Anakin's lap, and apologized profusely to the waiter while Anakin behind her just laughed. Once the waiter left and Padmé got off from Anakin to sit back onto the sofa again. She turned back towards him and found herself looking into his eyes which were as dilated and burning with lust, just as hers must've been.

"Wanna get out of here?" Anakin was able to whisper despite still being badly out of breath from the kiss.

"What? You're not interested in occupying one of the bathrooms to see if they're worth the hype?" She chuckled but he gave no reply, just continued to stare at her intently to wait for her reply.

That was the question she supposed. Did she want to go with him?

While having had few boyfriends in the past she'd never slept with anyone the same night she'd first met them. And it certainly wasn't something that she had never felt any inclination do either.

"God yes. But we have to go to yours. I'm staying with my parents at the moment."

"That's fine."

Next thing she knew Anakin was already on his feet and had grabbed Padmé's hand to pull her up to her feet.

Padmé didn't know how long the cab drive to his place lasted because they had begun their making out anew after the car had pulled out from the front of the club. The driver had had to knock on the glass to get their attention aftr they'd reached their destination.

Next things she knew they were sprinting up some stairs to reach his apartment on the second floor, hand in hand. Once at the door Anakin began frantically looking for his keys and when he eventually got the door open it was milliseconds later that they were already kissing again.

He pressed her against the front door once it closed behind them and then ravaged her mouth with his kisses. Her hands were tangled in his short hair while his were sliding downwards her body until they settled to grab her ass. His body, flushed against hers, Padmé could start to feel his desire for her underneath his jeans. She could also feel her own arousal for him start to pool in the juncture of her thighs.

Miraculously their first time didn't happen against that front door as they did manage to make it into the bed. On their way there they created a stream of disregarded clothing leading to the bed as they divested each other free of them. Then it was only their naked bodies slammed together as they unabashedly explored the other with their hands and mouths.

And not a moment later the pair fell into bed in a rush of euphoric pleasure and the room was filled with lustful moans and cries of their wild coupling.

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Padmé came into consciousness slowly, blinking her eyes against the sun which had risen well above the horizon. It took her few moments to grasp that the sheets she was draped in weren't hers and that she wasn't even in her bedroom at home. Once the realization set in however, it wasn't mortification that assaulted her first but memories of last night.

The touch of his warm and naked flesh against hers, his wet mouth on every part of her body and the muscled arms of his gripping her hips as he lost himself inside her and finally came the empowering feeling that had consumed her when he'd made her come. After that, she now recalled, it had only taken a few times for him pump into her until he'd come inside her.

Padmé winced at the third memory as she could now feel the sore spots where his fingers had pressed on her hips. And it wasn't the only place that ached. As she moved her feet below the light duvet a pulse of pain radiated from her nether region. After all it had been some time when she'd last woken up from a man's bed.

Padmé's thoughts then halted at the very man that was responsible for her sore, although pleasantly so, condition. Her breath hitched at the thought of confronting him if he happened to be awake yet. Would he regret sleeping with her? Or did he just think of this as a one-night stand? The last thought made Padmé to realize that despite her feelings last night, she did want to see him again. She'd had more fun yesterday than in a long time and all of it was thanks to him.

Never one to shy away from uneasy situations Padmé turned around to face the other side of the queen sized bed, wanting to see if the Greek god from yesterday looked as good in daylight as he had done at the bar last night.

The bed was empty.

Padmé swallowed her disappointment as she stood up, wrapping the duvet around her body. The apartment wasn't very large so it didn't take long for her to realize she was the only one in it.

"He bailed on me." She thought miserably. "Obviously he wanted for me to leave while he went somewhere else."

The disappointment that had been rising in her suddenly turned into anger. "Unbelievable. If this was meant to be a one-night stand for him then why did he spend all that time talking to me last night wanting to know me? Maybe it had all been some kind of game of his, trying to win her over. Typical man." She scoffed. This was exactly why she had taken a break from men following the incident with Palo during her freshman year.

Padmé unwrapped the duvet from around her and threw it back onto the bed. Looking around it took her some time to locate her clothes as some of them had been thrown all around the apartment. Her coat and dress were in a bundle in front of the front door, her bra was strewn over the lampshade beside the bed and the cherry on top were her knickers which were hanging from a bedpost.

She also found her stockings tangled in with the sheets that had been unraveled from beneath the mattress. The sight of them there made her frown. "Wait a second. I had these on last night when we… How did they end up getting off my legs?"

And then to Padmé's horror her brain cleared up a little from the hangover and it all came back to her how he, after their second time, had used his teeth to take the stockings off of her legs while looking her straight in the eyes. His hands meanwhile, she recalled, had had something more important job to do elsewhere on her body.

Shaking the memories away, Padmé put on everything beside the stockings which she just shoved into her hand bag. Once she was clothed she hurried into the bathroom to wash her face from the remnants of last night's make up. Once she had dried her face she finally made herself to look in the mirror. Padmé cringed at the image she made. Her hair was a mess and there were the early signs of bruises starting to form into the skin of her neck.

Oh god, it was just like she was a teenager again.

She brushed through her brown locks with her fingers, trying to bring some sort of order into them. Once she was at least somewhat satisfied Padmé, not wanting to run into him if he decided to come back, left the bathroom. Grabbing her purse from the hallway she was outside the front door not a second later, dialing her mobile to call for a cab to pick her up.

On the bright side she could now focus fully on her studies again and not have some man begging her attention at the same time. Padmé was going to nail the finals and graduate with the highest honors. Anakin, while at it, could go straight to hell. She wanted nothing to do with that guy ever again.

Fifteen minutes later

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Anakin's large smile which had had a hold of his mouth the whole morning since waking up disappeared instantly as he looked around at the empty apartment. In his hands held a bag of croissants and two coffees which he'd grabbed at the nearby coffee house for him and Padmé for breakfast.

She'd bailed on him. She really had.

There was no note of a phone number anywhere nor an explanation of any kind for her leaving. And Anakin had thought he'd made such an impact on Padmé last night that she couldn't refuse his plea of going out with him for an official date, preferably the very same night.

He hung his head as he dumped the food into a trash can and left the apartment with the door banging close loud enough to warrant a few complaints from the neighbors.

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April, a month after the first meeting….

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Jobal Naberrie stood in front of her bathroom door with a worried expression on her face.

"Padmé dear, are you alright in there? You've been inside for nearly thirty minutes and the breakfast is getting cold."

Her daughter's reply took a moment to come but when it did it bore no distress. "I'm fine mom. I'll be downstairs in a moment."

Jobal frowned. Her daughter had always been talented with putting up a mask that obstructed any of her emotions from coming through and the older woman was almost sure this was one of those times. She liked to think she knew her daughter well enough to tell that Padmé's behavior as of late had been rather unusual.

For the first thing Padmé, who had always been very punctual on getting up at six thirty in the mornings she had lectures at the university, had been getting up at five or sometimes even earlier for the past weeks and days. Jobal could tell because she always woke up to hear her daughter's footsteps rushing into the bathroom and then the shower starting immediately after.

"Okay. If you're sure." Jobal shrugged and turned to go back to the kitchen. It wouldn't do to rile up Padmé with more questions and she was sure her daughter would tell her about her problems eventually.

Even though Padmé had been living at the university's dorm ever since starting her studies there Jobal had been more than happy to hear her youngest daughter ask if she could come back home to live for the duration of her final exams. Here she didn't have to worry about things like cooking or cleaning and could fully focus instead on studying. Also this place was much quieter than dorms since Padmé's sister Sola didn't live here anymore.

The moving also meant Jobal could spend more time with her daughter, even if most of the time Padmé was holed up in her room reading.

Five minutes later when her parents were sitting at the kitchen table Padmé appeared. Jobal noticed the prominent darkness under her daughter's eyes and the drained look on the rest of her face. Her husband, when sharing her concerns with him earlier, had merely said that it was due to stress that came with all the exams and the finals season Padmé still had to endure before graduating. It was Harvard after all. Jobal however wasn't so sure.

"Your porridge is on the stove so it should still be warm. Are you sure you don't want bacon instead? We left you some."

"No thank you. I don't feel like eating anything greasy." Padmé said and moved over to the stove to shovel the porridge onto her deep plate.

This was the other unusual thing Jobal had noticed about her daughter. She never ate porridge. It was either something healthy like smoothies or something not so healthy like bacon and eggs but never anything as tasteless and smell-less as the grey goo her daughter was currently shoveling into her mouth opposite to her.

"So, Padmé." Ruwee said as he turned page of the morning paper in his hands. "Busy day today?"

"Not particularly. I have a lecture at eight but the rest of the day is free. I'm going to the library to study later though. I'm probably not going to be home before five."

"That's my girl. I know it may feel like you're drowning in textbooks right now but graduating with top marks will guarantee you a good position in work life and you won't regret any of it." Ruwee spoke and stood up to fetch the last pieces of bacon from the pan.

He got back to the table after passing Padmé's chair and was almost knocked over when his daughter stood up suddenly, cupping her mouth with both of her hands.

"Oh no!" She acclaimed and dashed out of the room and back upstairs.

"But Padmé your breakfast!" Jobal yelled after her but got no reply as she heard a door close off upstairs. "You see Ruwee. Something's matter with her."

"Nonsense. It's nerves. I was exactly the same when I graduated. I could eat barely anything I was so anxious about my grades. She'll be fine soon. Just think darling, she'll be the first in our family to graduate from Harvard. I only wish my parents were here to see this. Can you believe it, the granddaughter of two farmers graduating from one of the best universities in the country…"

Jobal mentally blocked her husband's words as he went on about Padmé's bright future. Something was definitely going on with their daughter and Jobal was going to find out what.

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Padmé rested her head on the toilet seat and wiped her mouth with a piece of toilet paper. Her stomach had stopped churning but not after she had emptied its contents for the second time this morning.

She sighed. As every morning went by it was getting more and more useless to try and deny her problem. It was starting to be pretty obvious what was matter with her. At first she had been confused by the early signs like the mood swings, tiredness and even the sudden nausea, after all she had never been in this condition before, but once her period had stopped coming – she had finally realized what was matter with her.

Unconsciously her hand that was not gripping into the toilet seat wandered down to her still flat stomach. Once she realized it was there Padmé jerked the hand away. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She had to stay focused on the finals and nothing could drag her attention away. Nothing else mattered. She would think about what to do and how to proceed after her final exam had been handed to her professor.

However, as she stood up to flush the toilet and brush her teeth the second time this morning, her mind subconsciously drifter back to the new life being developed in her stomach and if the baby would end up having the eyes of a clear blue sky like its father.

One thing Padmé was sure about though; she was never going to take Dorme's advice ever again.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading and if you would leave even a tiny review or PM about what you liked or didn't like about this 1st chapter I'd be more than grateful. And you know that feedback always feeds the writer's will to write and update sooner ;) But don't write just to say you want another update soon because those can be little annoying on their own :P

Also I'd like to mention that the premise of this story was inspired by Pramface which was a British tv-comedy that aired a few years back. The plot of this story is going to be completely different though, aside from the unplanned pregnancy.