The Armada was better than the Sequoia. I said it then, I’m saying it again now and I’m not taking it back, ever!

You’re Not Stuck In Here With Me, I’m Stuck In Here With You!

The fight had gone the way they always went, which is to say Anakin had messed up.  Again.  He loved Padmé dearly, but he had always been the one who got hot.  She generally speaking but not always was the level-headed one who spoke calmly and didn’t let the emotion show through.  He was all fire and sometimes when you played with fire, you got burned.

So, there he was.  General Anakin Skywalker, hero of the Clone Wars, savior of the damned, husband to arguably the most powerful woman in the galaxy, taking the walk of shame to clear his head because he just never quite knew when to quit.  The only saving grace had been that the kids had been away visiting their grandparents and didn’t have to bear witness to their mother’s and father’s verbal sparring match. 

One kriffig fine example of Jedi calm and composure I sure set, he mockingly told himself in his head.  The fight had been hours ago and yet, he was still out.  Walking.  Determined he wasn’t going to give Padmé the satisfaction of letting her win.

Win over what?  What were we fighting about exactly?  I was so mad I can’t even remember…what the kriff am I even doing?  Am I hiding?  Anakin pondered this question while his feet began to guide him to the lift back to his Coruscant home.  

In what felt like an eternity and simultaneously no time at all, the lift arrived at his front door.  His fingers hovered over the door control as he took a deep breath, swallowed his pride, squared his shoulders and finally, tapped the button.  

The door slid open.  The house was quiet.  It’s too quiet, feels like a trap.  He shook his head banishing the paranoid thought and with all the courage he could muster, crossed the threshold to enter the dwelling. 

Anakin resisted the urge to reach out with his senses, considering the move foolishly paranoid.  Passing though the living area, he caught a shadow in the kitchen.  He slowly walked towards the arched entranceway and saw Padmé sitting at the table, her back turned from the entrance.

Anakin slowly approached, walking gently but stopped several strides short.  Padmé raised her right hand and wordlessly pointed to the chair directly opposite to her.  Anakin followed the nonverbal command, taking a seat but kept his eyes down, afraid that if he looked up into what he was sure to be her damnably calm expression, he would get angry all over again.

He took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the table in front of him.  “Angel,” he began.  “I’m sorry.  I honestly don’t even remember what the kriff we even were fighting over.  I…I’m very sorry and I am asking that you forgive m-“ he stopped mid-sentence as movement from Padmé’s face in his peripheral vision caught his eyes. 

He dared a quick glance up.  She was smirking.  Why would Padmé smirk…oh no.

“Sabé…” He growled out in a low tone.  

“My mistress wants you to know that she forgave you hours ago.  Also that she forbids you ever to walk out on her again in anger.  Because-“

“Because it could well be the last time I ever see her,” Anakin finished the sentence.  He bit his lip and felt the anger start to evaporate and change to embarrassment and shame.  “How bad did I kriff it up?”

Sabé smiled sweetly.  “Worse things have happened.  Like the Clone Wars.”  She gave a small breath as she got up.  “She’s waiting for you on the balcony right now.  Your apology was very sweet by the way.”

Anakin looked up, his face flushed red with embarrassment.  “Practice run?”

Sabé paused and turned to look over her shoulder on the way out of the kitchen.  “I wouldn’t make a habit of it.  Divorce may not be an option, but capital murder certainly is and handmaidens never tell.  Oh, and it was over the new airspeeder.”  She vanished out of the room, leaving Anakin at the table alone.

“Thanks for the reminder,” he said to nobody in particular.  He gathered what was left of his broken pride, stood up and walked toward the balcony entrance.  He slid open the door and stepped out, greeted by the sight of Padmé staring at him expectantly.

“I, ah, met Sabé in the kitchen.”  He stammered out.  “I deserved that.”  Silence was his reply.  

“Angel, I-“ his sentence was cut off by Padmé closing the distance and wrapping him in a warm embrace.  She crushed herself against him and Anakin had hardly ever felt a more reassuring hug as he buried his face into her hair and wrapped her in his arms.

“Ani, don’t ever leave me in anger again,” she croaked out, her voice horse.  She had clearly been crying.  “And I’m sorry too.”  She buried her face into his chest and gave a gentle sob.  Anakin just held her.

“Sorry for what?  I’m the one who walked out and got hot.  You have nothing to apologize for.  Even the stunt with Sabé, I had that coming.”

She giggled and wiped her eyes, releasing him from the crushing hug.  “Yeah, you did you scruffy nerd herder.”  Anakin chucked slightly also, feeling the embarrassment fade.  “I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you when you had concerns over the silly airspeeder.”

Anakin sighed.  “Well, your arguments were so solid and you were so well spoken I guess I felt like I didn’t have a legitimate point.”

Padmé playfully slapped his chest.  “I’m a politician, Ani.  It’s my job to be well-spoken.”

“Look, Angel, you can have what you want.  It’s going to be your speeder to use.  It’s still not as good as-“

“Yesyesyes the Kuat is newer, has more features and is better appointed per credit and overall is a better one.  I know. And I know you know speeders.  I do.  I just really want the Nubian.”

“Its not near as good a buy…”

“Its shiny and matches my eyes.”  She looked up at him.  He looked down and begrudgingly admitted, she had a point.  A terribly stupid point that made no sense, but a point nonetheless.

Anakin sighed.  “Will it make you happy?”

She leaned into his hear and whispered. “Very.”

“Just don’t expect me to drive it or like it.  On principle I can do neither.”  He smirked down at her.  “That’s a, ‘yes, Angel.  We can get it.’  Just to be clear.”

Padmé kissed his cheek.  “Don’t worry, I know you have your heart set on that Kuat.  When it’s time, it’s yours.  No questions asked.”

“Promise?”

30 Day Film Challenge Day 7: A movie you never get tired of. 

Mommie Dearest (1981). 

Me: my grade dropped.

Him: no! How bad is it?

Me: 91%