The only reason she knew anything was due to the kerfuffle between Anakin and her at her arrival. Having expected a pregnant wife, he had gotten his shackles raised when it had been clear that Padmé was not. Of course there was nothing nefarious to it, save the simple alteration of timelines as this place seemed to like to do. But she hadn't expected... There was a million little thoughts racing within, as even with her initial conversation with Anakin, it was true that Padmé had always wanted a family. Had thought about starting one after her queenship had ended, but as soon as she had heard about the offer to be Naboo's Senator, she had known that was where her path lay. It had always seemed like there would be enough time down the road, but she knew now that what you think might transpire and what actually did can be completely juxtaposed.

She allowed her gaze to shift once more, over those there in the room. Their reactions were telling enough as it was not shock or surprise that worked across their faces. ... had Anakin known? Her brow furrowed, face tightening for a moment, yet between one breath and the next, that calmness returned. It was rather like a senate meeting, where one topic might be up for debate, but another matter seemingly worked it's way into it. In reality, she wasn't entirely certain even how to react to a fully grown man who was apparently her son. A myriad of emotions, from joy and curiosity, to sorrow. She gave a shake of her head. "You've nothing to apologize for, Luke."

Which was sincere. She couldn't blame him for that, as it was through word of mouth alone that Padmé had even been aware that she would apparently become pregnant. But her brown eyes were back on him, taking him in, and while outwardly that calm remained, beneath the surface those emotions fluttered about. Anakin's colouring, yet there was something softer to his features, which he might well have gotten from her. The height, indeed, would be all Padmé. "I- I would speak to you later, if I may?"