Leia Organa wasn't sure whether she had ever smiled this much in the whole of her life. She was practically radiant as she approached her and her husband's apartment on Chandrila. She could feel his presence inside the apartment, and it warmed her from the inside out. Gods, she couldn't wait to share this news with him, to see his reaction, to listen to his words.

Unwilling to dig around in her shoulder bag for her key, she opted to press the doorbell and waited with a rather impatient feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't hear his footsteps on the other side of the wall due to their asking for privacy in sound proof walls, but she could feel as his presence grew a little brighter, and knew that he'd approached the door and seen from the security cam it was her.

Opening the door, he grinned at her with the lopsided smile she'd once found infuriating, and now irresistible. "You're late, sweetheart."

"Sorry for having to make you wait," she said as she passed him, pulling herself up on her tiptoes to place a quick peck on his lips.

Careful, she chided herself. If you get too into this, you'll never get round to actually telling him.

She wasn't thinking straight as she pulled him down for another kiss, making sure the door had slid shut behind her before she pulled him against her. She was comforted by his presence and she wanted to bask in it.

"Woah there, princess," he murmured against her lips, but offered no resistance as she pulled him closer and wound her fingers into his hair.

She pulled back slightly, combing his hair back over his head gently as she studied his face. "Where were you, sweetheart?"

Tell him! she urged herself.

She swam there in the depths of his beautiful hazel eyes for a few moments before pulling herself out of her stupor and pressing a light kiss to his nose. "The meeting finished early and I...I visited the medic."

Immediately, Han's body stiffened against hers and his eyes widened.

"Why? Are you hurt?" His hazel eyes skimmed the entirety of her body, looking for any faint clues of injury. She wondered for a moment whether her stomach was visible to him. From her angle, it was still normal, but she wondered how if looked to him.

"I'm fine, Han," she reassured him, feeling the tension drain from his muscles as he looped his arms back around her waist and leaned into her.

"In fact," she added, "I'm more than fine." She could feel his slight irritation at her lack of explanation, but she was enjoying drawing it out and knew she would enjoy the look of realisation it would bring to her husband's face soon.

His eyebrows furrowed and he gazed at her, puzzled. "What was wrong?"

"I started feeling sick and queasy again, not long after I had that virus," she explained, dropping one of her hands from his hair to his face, tracing the line of his jaw down to the scar on his chin which she kissed gently. "I thought I'd better make sure it wasn't something worse."

"And?"

"And," she said, speaking softer now, but still just as clear so that he could hear her, "the medic said the symptoms were unmistakable. I took a few tests."

She took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. His hazel, gold flecked eyes did not stray from hers.

"Han," she said, "I'm pregnant."