Padmé had known that Jaina was coming by to get Luke for a while that evening. She had specifically requested not to know specifics as Wolfram & Hart was known for employing telepaths and she didn't want to risk whatever plans her husband and granddaughter were working on to be destroyed by an errant thought she might have no control over. However, the fact that Anakin was at home, alone, was reason enough for her to want to leave work as soon as was possible.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy spending time with both her husband and her son. She did. She loved Luke with all of her heart and soul and was thoroughly enjoying every moment she could spend with him. But, between trying to balance her duties at the law firm, along with being a mother to a son who needed as much nurturing as she could give him and more, not to mention making sure she was a loving wife to a man who had spent twenty years of his life believing her dead at his own hands... she was starting to wear a little thin. And the relationship with her husband, especially, was taking the brunt of that strain.
So the moment she'd finished signing the appropriate documents and double-checking to make sure she'd contacted everyone she was meant to contact, Padmé was leaving Wolfram & Hart and heading home. She made her way silently inside, cloak going to the hook near the front door and briefcase on the table beneath it. She gazed around the penthouse and easily spotted Anakin sleeping soundly on the couch.
Her lips curled into a loving smile at the sight of him fully relaxed for the first time in a very long time. Of course, that didn't mean she intended on letting him sleep the entire evening away. Rest was all well and good, but even Padmé wasn't so selfless as to not want to spend some quality time with her husband when they had the opportunity to do so without interruption. So she wasted no time in approaching him, footsteps soft and smile even softer, knowing she likely wouldn't make it two feet from him before he'd sense her presence.