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They’re three months on the run from the Empire when Anakin is woken by Padme shoving her hands inside his robes to keep warm. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of Naboo spice, and squeezes his eyes tight, trying to pretend they’re in bed together on Coruscant, and not in a cave on Er’Kit.
“Happy anniversary.” Padme murmurs. Her hands are cold against his bare skin.
“Neh?” Anakin says, still half asleep.
“It’s been four cycles since you kissed me on the balcony,” Padme says.
Anakin’s brain finally kicks into gear, and he remembers their first kiss, the taste of Padme’s mouth on his own for the first time. He had been hesitant for the first few seconds, and then Padme had kissed him back, hungry. Anakin has been chasing her desire for as long as he can remember.
“You count that as our anniversary?” Anakin can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. “You said that you shouldn’t have kissed me and it was a mistake, if I remember correctly milady.”
The tips of Padme’s ears turn pink. “Well I was wrong.”
Anakin rolls onto his back, and Padme huffs that her warmth has been taken away from her, snuggling after him. The cave is damp and full of mynocks, and there’s an empty space on Anakin’s other side, where Obi-Wan should be.
“Sending out another Resistance signal,” Padme says, somehow reading Anakin’s mind. “He’ll be back soon.”
“Did you kiss him goodbye?” Anakin says innocently.
Padme flushes a little harder. The Obi-Wan and Padme relationship is very new, and something that Anakin enjoys teasing her about. He thought that he would have felt jealousy at watching them together, but instead he feels a warmth inside, that they can share each other’s love.
(Anakin’s also very much enjoyed watching the two of them make out, Padme on Obi-Wan’s lap, his beard rubbing against her skin. Anakin can’t watch for very long, however, before he’s demanding that they include him too.)
“I may have kissed him goodbye,” Padme admits. “But it was very chaste.”
“Of course.” Anakin agrees. “You’re the Queen of Naboo. You’d never do anything out of line.”
He places a hand over her swollen belly, but instead of pushing him away, she rests her hand on his. They both lay there silently, until they feel a kick. Anakin’s face lights up with delight, and he spreads his palm wide over her.
“Luke or Leia?” He asks.
“Leia,” Padme says. “She’s the feisty one.”
Anakin shuts his eyes and listens to the twin’s throbbing heartbeats in the Force. It makes his own heart swell with love, and just a little excitement at their incoming arrival.
“What have I walked in on?” Obi-Wan asks, amused, from the cave entrance. His Jedi cloak is pulled up over his head, casting a shadow across his handsome face. Anakin resists the urge to pull him down for a kiss.
“Twins are awake,” Padme says, then switches to Senator mode. “Did anyone respond to the signal?”
“There was a faint reply from Jakku,” Obi-Wan says. “I may have to travel there.”
Anakin sits upright. “What do you mean ‘I’? We’ll be coming with you.”
Obi-Wan’s gaze slides from Anakin to Padme. She frowns at him, and pulls herself into a sitting position, hand cradling her belly.
“You don’t think we’d let you go alone, did you?” She says. “You’re stuck with us now Master Jedi. No turning back.”
Obi-Wan doesn’t respond, instead pulling off his cloak and folding it neatly. He sits down opposite them. There are grey hairs in his beard, but Anakin finds them very attractive.
“Jakku may be dangerous,” Obi-Wan says.
“It’ll be fine,” Anakin says. “We’ve handled worse.”
Obi-Wan raises his eyebrow. Anakin pulls a face back. They’re blood brothers now, their fates intertwined. Where Obi-Wan goes, Anakin will follow.
“We understand the stakes,” Padme says, reaching for Obi-Wan’s hand. “We’ll leave as soon as possible.”
Obi-Wan rubs his thumb across the back of Padme’s hand. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Padme insists. “But first, we must celebrate Anakin and I’s anniversary.”
Obi-Wan looks at the two of them. “And how do you wish to celebrate?”
Padme draws Obi-Wan’s hand to her mouth and kisses his knuckles sweetly. Anakin’s breath hitches.
“I have a few ideas.” She says, and Anakin feels the Force crackle around them.