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Anakin notices the Alpha standing in the corridor and can hardly keep his smile hidden away. He dismisses himself from the man he had been talking to and jogs to his wife. It felt like years since he had last seen her, and he had some wonderful news for her. She was quick to grab him tight and plant a kiss on his lips.
“Oh, Anakin.” At the tone of distress in her voice he hugged her tightly. He buried his nose in her neck, right against her scent gland, and breathed in the pure scent of Padme.
“There were whispers, that you’d been killed.” She says when they have pulled apart. He smiles at her and chuckles. He didn’t mean to upset her, but it was quite funny that she would have ever believed the rumors.
“I’m alright,” He reassures her. His smile widens and he cannot help but to kiss Padme again.
“I’m more than alright. I have something wonderful to tell you, Padme.” Her smile turns into a look of apprehension.
“I’m pregnant. I’ve known for a few months now but had no way of telling you while in the Outer Rim.” Anakin is full on beaming now, cannot help the feelings of total happiness inside him. Padme, however, looks like she might throw up. She stumbles back and stares at him with wild eyes.
“No. We can’t have this baby.” Her tone is matter of fact, an order. Anakin whines and bears his neck to her before he can help it, Omega instincts taking over to obey his Alpha. His posture quickly changes to one of anger however when he wrangles himself into check.
“What do you mean?” His tone is low and sharp, his words clipped. He might have been an Omega, but he wasn’t the GAR’s best general for nothing.
“I just mean you’re a Jedi and not allowed attachments and I'm a senator. We can't raise a child living this lie.” Her face is serious, but her voice is sad. Anakin almost wants to fall into her embrace and just soothe each other’s worries, but he’s also disgusted with what she is suggesting.
“You’re not suggesting what I think you are, are you? I have heard their heartbeats, Padme. I can feel them inside me with the force and they are strong, so extraordinarily strong.” Anakin feels the tears well in his eyes and uses all his self-control to hold them back. Padme looks stricken.
“Them? There's more than one?” Her voice is reverent. All he can do is nod. The tiniest smile makes its way to her face before it turns into a frown and immediately her posture changes to rigid anger.
“Fine, you keep them. I do not want anything to do with them or you. We’re done.” The words come so quickly and are such a shock, Anakin can only stare at her back as she walks away from him. When he finally processes, he falls to his knees as his heart shatters. Anakin cannot hold in the sob that's wrenched from him.
“Stupid. You’re so stupid, Anakin.” His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks. He manages to get to his feet and when he does, he heads for Obi-Wan’s room. He needs to see his old master. For advice if not to just curl up in his Alpha scent.