WHO: Anakin and Padmé (and introducing baby Shmi) WHAT: Family bonding time. WHEN: Morning WHERE: The Skywalker Penthouse RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
It was the first morning she'd slept through, from midnight or so the night before to very nearly eight, Padmé realized as she glanced at the clock beside the bed, since she'd given birth almost three weeks ago. Shmi hadn't woken and demanded feeding? That... didn't seem right.
Sitting up, she glanced toward the basinet only to instead spot the newborn snuggled quite contently against Anakin. They were in the rocking chair, his head tilted slightly to the side and his eyes closed. The steady rise and fall of his chest seemed to have lulled Shmi into sleeping as well.
Padmé was unable to really respond to the sight. Her eyes watered, her heart swelled with love, and her fingertips rose to her lips as she smiled adoringly at the dozing duo. Even as she looked, Shmi began to stir. A soft, barely audible whimper filled the air as the infant squirmed to and fro, slowly but surely coming back to waking.