A/N: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday young Padawan…happy birthday to you! :D This fic is for my friend Sara who's birthday was recent…I'm sorry this is late, Sara!

A/N: The first Star Wars fanfiction I've published. Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.

He wasn't sure if most husbands would have even notice it, but there it was, sitting right on the back of his wife's left elbow. It was brown with a slight blue tint, and the fact that it was there bothered him.

"Padmé, where did you get that bruise?"

The question caught Padmé slightly off guard. What bruise? She was puzzled, but then remembered she had a bruise on her arm from when she fell.

"I tripped and fell, hitting my arm on the ground." She took another bite of her dinner.

"It's not a serious injury, right?" Anakin questioned, though he knew it wasn't.

Padmé smiled. "No, it's not. It should be healed by the end of the month.

"Good." Anakin smiled in return. "So, how did you trip?" He had a sly smirk on his face. It was only slightly visible, but it was still there.

"I…well…" Padmé thought she almost felt herself blush. Almost. "I tripped over my own two feet." She tried to say the last sentence with as much dignity as possible.

Anakin started to laugh.

"What's so funny about that?" Padmé inquired, mock-hurt. She could feel a smile tugging on her lips.

"It's just you always struck me as graceful," Anakin said with a grin.

"And I don't now?" Padmé playfully pouted.

"Well…"

"What ever happened to, 'I'd be much too frightened to tease a Senator'?"

They both began to laugh.