Padme & Artoo: (Au Attempting to Fix Things)
@domedhead continued from XÂ
Apprehension thunders in the rapid thrum of her heart against the confines of Padmeâs ribcages. In truth, the young senator felt even more hypervigilant than usual. At least, now that the twins were starting to walk and escape their cribs.
Fumbling fingers cast aside the covers gently, so as not to disturb slumbering Anakin. She stands, her tired eyes flickering over to the prized droid. If it had been a genuine threat Artoo might have made more noise. Heâd probably have even given off a preemptive warning that would have awoken her husband.
Clambering out of bed, she makes her way into the hallway. âLuke?â She murmurs. A sigh of relief slowly expelling from between her lips. Into her arms, she welcomes her little boy. âWhatâs the matter, sweetheart? Did you have a nightmare?â He nods in response. She gingerly brushes her fingers through tuffs of unruly blond. âCome on. Letâs get you back to bed. Iâll stay with you till you fall asleep again.â
âArtoo?â Comes Padmeâs hushed plea. âCan youâŠhelp me make sure there is nothing in the twinsâ room that we should worry about?â She softly entreats. If not for her sake, then the young ones. Sheâd wake Anakin but heâs having a rough time with Master Obi-wan. He needed all the rest he could get. So if she could avoid causing him to stir, she would at all costs.