Padmé readily grinned, showing pearly white teeth and bordering on laughter for what seemed the first time in ages. It may not have been the most normal conversation, but knowing Anakin it made sense.
"He or she still has a long while to go in there. Thirty-one weeks, about. It's a good thing, too, since we don't have a crib yet." Padmé added teasingly, reaching with one of her hands to put it over his. They were having such a chance with this child. Even if there had been a glimpse into the future, Padmé wasn't convinced that everything was set in stone. Having the fear of things the land could throw at them drug up, Padmé was ready for some time just enjoying the bliss with her husband.