Anakin smiled, he didn’t try to hide it, he knew he didn’t have to conceal his natural expressions as a result of his attachments around Padmé.
“That’s forever away,” he sulked, but his tone was hardly serious. To be serious about that would be beyond foolish, he was strong in the Force, but not strong enough to speed up gestation. And yet, even though thirty-one weeks seemed like a long time, it was frighteningly just a few heart beats away. There was so much he felt completely unprepared for. Would he even be ready when the day arrived?
“Do you want find out?” he asked. “Last time you didn’t want to know…” He trailed off, not meaning to bring up his last, failed attempt at being a father. “We could find out this time, if it’s a boy or a girl. Or-” the brevity returned to his expression, “both.” But what were the odds that Padmé would have twins… he couldn’t decide if the right way to end that thought was with ‘again’ or ‘for the first time’.