Padme & Artoo: (Au Attempting to Fix Things)
@domedhead continued from X
Apprehension thunders in the rapid thrum of her heart against the confines of Padme’s 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. He’d 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. “Luke?” She murmurs. A sigh of relief slowly expelling from between her lips. Into her arms, she welcomes her little boy. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did you have a nightmare?” He nods in response. She gingerly brushes her fingers through tuffs of unruly blond. “Come on. Let’s get you back to bed. I’ll stay with you till you fall asleep again.”
“Artoo?” Comes Padme’s hushed plea. “Can you…help me make sure there is nothing in the twins’ room that we should worry about?” She softly entreats. If not for her sake, then the young ones. She’d wake Anakin but he’s 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.
