If that not-Jedi that had insisted on meeting him thought he had anything under control, the fact that Padmé was standing there in front of him threw that entire boast through the window. There was no way she was going back to some place so unguarded. Especially not while he was around. She was his wife and it was his duty to protect her. No one would stand in the way of his duty.
"They want to use you against me, Padmé," he insisted, pulling away far enough so that they had space between them, but still close enough that he could place his hands on her arms. "They told me this place was the sight of the apocalypse, that this the work of magic." His left hand, his still flesh and bone human one, trailed its way down her arm, not realizing that this was not the same Padmé he knew yet. "They know what I am and it scares them, but they don't understand that I am what I need to be to save you and our ba-" He abruptly stopped speaking, when his hand that had been trailing down her arm came to rest on her stomach.
Her flat stomach.
Disbelief crossed Anakin's face, with it quickly turning to horror. "What happened?" He demanded, sounding sick and shocked all at once. "What happened to our child?" Had it been born early? He tried not to think about how she may have lost it.