The durasteel door slid open and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped into his apprentice's apartment. He walked around the apartment, looking for Anakin. He pulled the flimsy out of his pocket, making sure he read it properly, and was supposed to come at this time. Twenty-two hundred hours, it read.

Perhaps Anakin forgot, Obi-Wan thought, letting his regular Human beliefs get in the way of his Jedi knowledge. He couldn't sense Anakin anywhere nearby, but he called his name anyways. "Anakin?" His voice echoed in the deserted apartment.

Obi-Wan decided to record a message on the comlink, so when Anakin returned, he would be able to see that his master did indeed come.

The Jedi Knight walked towards the main room, where the Skywalkers kept the comlink, but he tensed when he felt a familiar presence. "It's alright Obi-Wan, it's me." The Senator cooed. "But I suppose you already knew that. With your Jedi senses and all."

Obi-Wan spun on his heel to face Padmé. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Were you the one who gave me the flimsy?"

She nodded her head, taking a step closer towards him. "I need to talk to you about something."

He cleared his throat, straightening his back, and letting the Force flow through him. He was in full Jedi concentration mode now. "What can I help you with, Senator?"

Padmé sighed dramatically and collapsed on the sofa. "It's Anakin." She looked up at the Jedi Master and patted the spot next to her.

Obi-Wan hesitantly sat down. "W-What's wrong with Anakin?"

"You're his master, don't you notice?" She cried, burying her cheek in his shoulder blade.

He awkwardly wrapped her in a hug, not exactly knowing where she was going with this. "Padmé, what exactly are you talking about?"

"Oh, Obi-Wan! I'm pregnant! He doesn't even know yet!" She whimpered.

"Y-you're pregnant?" He repeated slowly. She nodded her head while letting a few tears escape. "Oh, Padmé…" He pulled her into a genuine embrace.

"And do you know what hurts the most?" She asked him.

"What's that?" Obi-Wan said, his cheek pressed against the top of her head.

She sniffed, making Obi-Wan's heart break. "That I can't even be with the one I love."

He was about to answer, but he stopped short when he realized what she said. "And who do you love?" He wanted her so badly to say him; he was in love with her, and he always would be. He knew it was wrong, being a Jedi and all, but also because she was married to his own apprentice. It would be sinful to do that; he would be on the path to the Dark Side of the Force.

"Isn't it obvious?" She laughed through the tears. Padmé looked him in the eyes, no, beyond them, as if there was a whole other world in them. "Kiss me, Ben."

He watched her as she leaned in, but he jumped off the sofa just in time. "Padmé, as much as I'd love to, I-I can't."

She hopped of the couch and into his arms. "Anakin doesn't have to know…" She began to untie his Jedi robe and kiss his neck. She guided his hands along the curves of her long, lean body, and he was able to feel the slight bump when his hands moved across her abdomen.

"Padmé, why are you doing this?" Obi-Wan mumbled, trying to ignore the pleasurable feeling of her lips moving against his jaw line.

"I love you, Ben…" She breathed. "Don't you love me back?"

"I-I…maybe-" He was cut off when Padmé crushed her lips against his. He knew it wasn't right, especially since Padmé wanted to do a bit more than a little kissing.

He thought back to the words of his apprentice, "I'm tired of all this. Our love should not be hidden like it's some kind of immoral thing!" Perhaps Anakin was right. He and Padmé should not hide their love for each other. He returned her kiss with an equal amount of passion, his regrets now behind him. He was in love, and she loved him back. That was all that mattered.

Keeping this from Anakin, however, would be a great challenge. But love can handle anything. Obi-Wan knew it would be able to handle being kept in the shadows.