Kissing Anakin, Padmé gently ran the back of one finger down Shmi's tiny cheek. Her smile was purely maternal as she gazed at her daughter for a moment before her attention flickered to her husband. "That sounds wonderful," she replied agreeably.
Reaching for her robe, she pulled it around herself before glancing back to him. "When did she wake you up?" she questioned curiously. Had he spent the entire night in that chair?
Her attention once more went to her daughter, her heart feeling as though it could burst from the fullness. "I think we should take her for a walk after breakfast, Ani. She needs fresh air," she stated, looking to him for his opinion on the matter.