Hi everyone my name is Haylie and this is my first fanfic. It takes place for the most part in between ESB and ROTJ. Its about how Leia copes with being pregnant during a galactic civil war without Han, it's not a story about trying to find Han. I know that the generally accepted time frame for how long Han and Leia were on the Falcon is about forty days, but I changed that to sixty for this story. So thats really it for now. Enjoy the story and comments are always appreciated. May the force be with you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. That's probably a good thing.

Chapter 1

Realizations

One week post ESB

Leia stumbled backwards. Struggling to walk, kiss, and take Han's clothes off all at the same time. Finally, they tipped backwards onto Han's bunk. Their mouths met again in a fury of tongue, lips, and passion.

Leia pushed Han back a bit, just enough to grab the end of his shirt and pull it over his head. "Han-"

Leia woke with a start, throwing the sheets of her bunk out of the way as she made a dash for the 'fresher. She made it just in time to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

Must be the grief, she thought to herself. It had happened to her quite a bit after Alderaan.

As Leia walked into the High Command meeting she prepared herself for what she was going to be asked. She'd been gone for sixty days with no word. Everyone had thought she was dead. The only good thing about this was that Luke was going to be there with her, explaining what happened to him and how he lost a X-wing.

Leia purposefully sat herself in between General Rieekan and Luke, distracting herself with her datapad until the meeting began.

A few minutes later, Mon Mothma finally entered the room and started.

"Commander Luke Skywalker, you are here because of your temporary absence from duty and the loss of a X-wing, correct?" Mon questioned, she had remained standing. To intimidate, Leia thought.

"Yes, ma'am." Luke's voice had a slight nervous waver to it, he had just been let out of the Medical Frigate when some Ensign had dragged him here.

"Where did you happen to be during those sixty-two days following the Battle of Hoth?"

"I was training to be a Jedi."

Luke was being elusive, doing his best to give as little information as he was able to, Leia noticed. That was unusual, he normally offered up all the details he had.

"Do you wish to tell us where or with whom?" Mon prompted, obviously having noticed the same thing.

"No, ma'am. For the safety of everyone involved I would like to keep that information to myself." He flinched as if expecting to be verbally reprimanded.

"Very well then." Mon continued. "Now onto the topic of the X-wing."

Luke drew in a deep breath, the tension left his shoulders, he could be more free with how he spoke now. "Once I arrived on Cloud City, I was quickly engaged by Imperials and eventually by Darth Vader." Luke stopped himself with a breathy laugh. "That's how I lost this." Luke said, flexing his artificial hand. "I escaped Vader by falling to the bottom of the city and hanging on a weather vane until the Falcon arrived."

Mon nodded and typed something on to her datapad before turning her attention to Leia. "Princess Leia, you, like Commander Skywalker, were gone for sixty-two days. Unlike the Commander we have no information on where you were during your absence. The bit of information we received before you dropped off the grid was a comm message from Captain Solo."

"I was on the Millennium Falcon with Chewbacca, C-3PO, and Captain Solo. We were stuck at sublight speed as the Falcon's hyperdrive was damaged. Bespin was the closest, potentially friendly place nearby." She explained, there was no waver to her voice, she would not be intimidated.

"What did everyone on the Falcon do during this time?"

Leia sucked in a quiet breath in between clenched teeth. What did she say to that? Did she lie or worse did she tell the truth? That she spent the majority of the time in Han's bunk.

Luckily, Mon continued. "Did Captain Solo decide to stop at a planet and get supplies?"

"No ma'am." Leia drew in a breath before continuing. "It took sixty days to get to Bespin, one night in Cloud City, and then one day to rendezvous with the fleet."

"And where did Captain Solo disappear to?"

She said it so flippantly, so uninterested, that Leia's temper flared violently. She mostly calmed herself before she began to speak, but Luke could still tell she was angry. "Han," Leia started, throwing the formality of Captain Solo away and making it clear that she wasn't just reporting the loss of a contractor, but of someone very important to her. "Was captured by Lord Vader, tortured, frozen in carbonite, then handed over to the bounty hunter Boba Fett." The slight shake to Leia's voice was heard by everyone.

"That is unfortunate Princess. I'm sorry for the loss of your close acquaintance. Now, for the growing unrest on the planet-" Mon continued with meeting.

Leia dropped her head to stare into her lap and tuned out.

Once the meeting was over Leia took off in a brisk walk, not stopping to talk to anyone. Luke quickly followed on her heels and ran to catch up with her in one of the halls of the giant Mon Calamari Cruisers. Finally catching up with her and gently grabbing her arm.

"Leia, what's wrong?" The worry was evident in his voice.

"Nothing, Luke." Leia said, trying to dismiss him.

"What happened during those sixty days? You seem quieter. Like you're…" He searched for a word besides hurt, as that would surely send Leia storming off, effectively ending the conversation. "Less like yourself."

"I could say the same thing to you." She shot back, glancing at him through narrow eyes and gently pulling her arm away before beginning to walk again, but this time at a normal pace.

Luke caught up with her before starting to speak again. "Leia, you just seem sad."

She bit back her angry response. This was Luke. He just wanted to think that she was okay. "I'm sorry, Luke… I'm fine, just distracted."

Apparently that was enough for Luke. His face softened and he reached out to put his hand on her shoulder again. "Good, that's good. I'm always here for you, Leia." And with that he turned and walked away.

Han would've stayed.

The next morning, Leia woke up from a restless sleep and vaulted herself out of bed and towards the fresher to throw up. Once her stomach was empty, Leia slowly stood up and moved towards the sink, glancing towards the calendar everything clicked.

When was the last time she'd had her… She'd been throwing up frequently… Everything clicked.

She wasn't… She couldn't be… Pregnant.