“Mhm.”

Her voice was muffled due to the fact that she had pressed her face into the back of his sweater. His sweater was soft and warm and smelled distinctly of him.

The warm Naboo breeze wafted in from the open window, carrying with it the sounds of the waves lapping at the shore of their lake home. Her thumb gently stroked the back of her husband’s hand which was joined with hers and currently resting on top of rather large baby bump.

Her husband had just returned from his last time on coruscant before his leave of absence while he was on paternity leave and right now he was taking a nap that he desperately needed.

"Sorry, Mom. I can't talk. I have to go save Luke." Leia said as she ran by Padme. @shadowedlights

"Save Luke? Save Luke from what?" Padmé asked, watching the blur that was her daughter rush by.

"Thank you my love. I know we both have been busy."

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The sunshine felt different on Naboo. It felt warmer and helped clear her mind in a way that was different from Mandalore.

The two of them had finally gotten a moment to be alone. They sat in a hammock out on the deck overlooking the water.

Padmé was equal parts heartbroken and delighted to see Ahsoka again. Her heart had shattered when Anakin had told her Ahsoka had left the Jedi Order.

"I assume you've heard about the war... and the Empire." The baby kicked as if to remind her about them. Padmé fought the urge to touch her stomach.

@shadowedlights gets a starter! ft. satine

She'd been quite rude when he'd arrived. It's been a long time since Satine and Obi-Wan have seen each other-- they'd both been young then, the threat of war limited to a much smaller place than it is now-- but he's hardly changed a day. Their natural nature was to spar, which seemed to have given young Skywalker pause, but once Satine and Obi-Wan are alone, a smile comes to Satine's face. He is an old friend, after all.

"General Kenobi," Satine says, voice soft with a teasing lilt as she greets him with his new title. "You sound positively Mandalorian with a title like that." She puts out her hands to him. "It is good to see you. I wish it were under better cause than politics."

“It’s not pity. It’s worry.”

She had had long talks with her sister about how to best help her nephew. She knew he was stubborn and wouldn’t want to be coddled. But at the same time she wanted to show that she cared.

”No don’t!”

She was still gasping for air. That had run so far and for so long and still they were being chased by people who wanted her dead.