AN: Well. I finally made up my mind. I'm posting all the ALS vignettes and I'm not letting myself take them down again this time. Some of them aren't the greatest but . . . whatever. They are not all published in chronological order. Some are. If the timeline is too hard to follow, please drop me a pm or ask and I can clarify or try to straighten it out. Enjoy.

(Also, if you're confused, all the parts in this story belong to my ALS 'verse and take place in various times after ALS 2. While An Alderaanian Love Story 1 and 2 aren't my greatest stories, they may be necessary to read to understand much of what happens in these scenes.

And, lastly, chapters with "-r" in their name are parts I'm hoping to eventually edit/fix/rewrite.)

Han woke up to the sound of his wife retching. That sure woke him up. He jumped out of bed, registering what he was hearing as well as the fact that Leia wasn't in bed with him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and hurried across their hotel room to the refresher. What a way to end their Corellian vacation. Sure enough, Han found his wife leaning over the refresher bowl. A sickly smell it was, but even worse was the sound of Leia gagging and vomiting into the bowl.

"Hey," Han greeted his wife, coming to sit right behind her. He pulled her hair back and started braiding it.

Her hands on the edge of the bowl, Leia held herself up to speak. "I didn't want to wake you."

"It's fine. How long have you been in here?"

"A couple," Leia started to answer, but stopped to resume throwing up. Han said no more; only speaking kind words by actions as he held back her hair for her and soothingly rubbed her back. Suddenly, a thrilling thought occurred to him and he couldn't help but hope this meant something really good.

Leia's vomiting finally stopped and she lied in Han's arms while she recovered. A long silence hanging, Han had to bring it up. He couldn't bear leaving it unsaid. Helping her sit up, Han asked Leia, "You're feeling sick? Do you think, maybe-"

"Please don't say it," Leia quickly interrupted him, holding up a hand. Han's face fell. "I know what you're thinking and I really don't want you to say it aloud."

"What?" Han frowned, taking her raised hand to squeeze it. "Afraid I'll jinx it?"

Leia shook her head. "Not exactly." She propped herself up against the refresher wall and wiped her mouth. "I was just thinking . . . " Her pale face twisted with what appeared to be fear. "I don't want to get my hopes up this early and then find out it's just a twenty-four hour bug."

Quickly, Han slid back to her side and started the defense of his case. He knew Leia had a point (she always did), but they'd been trying for a few months to conceive and Han wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to wait. He knew Leia was feeling just as impatient. As soon as the two had felt ready to try again after the miscarriage, they'd made a trip to the fertility clinic, waited for the 'okay', and got to work. Was it too much to hope that it would happen this soon? It was hard to keep a clear head about things and remain patient when the mere idea of becoming parents had been both Han and Leia's dream since they'd married. And then they'd suffered the miscarriage and as the months had started passing by, the couple quickly became discouraged. That's when Sabé had stepped in, proposing the two take a break. "That's it!" she'd yelled, storming into their room after they received another negative test. Grabbing travel bags from their closet and stuffing them with clothes, Sabé had yelled at them, "Here's what's going to happen! The two of you are going to go on a loooooong vacation away from here. I don't care where!" She shoved a bag into Leia's arms. "Just get away from here. Get a honeymoon suite, lots of wine. And you!" She shoved another bag at Han. "You better do everything in your power to get her pregnant! Understand?"

A twinkle came to Han's eyes.

"Now, get out of here! Now! Quick!" She had literally shoved them out the door, yelling, "And don't come back without a bun in the oven!"

Leia had done her math once they'd gotten to Corellia, checking it three times over before telling Han the best day to try again. The grand scheme of things had Leia stressed to panic mode and Han had gone to great lengths to relax her before bed. The day had consisted of breakfast in bed, a walk around the nicest garden Corellia had, a candle-lit dinner, then Han did everything in his power to get his wife pregnant.

And now she was sick. How stupid would it be if Leia was just sick? But Han could see the excitement just behind Leia's eyes. This had to be it.

Besides the actual act of conceiving a child, Han and Leia had been preparing in other ways. Gone might be his manhood, but Han now had memorized a list of early pregnancy symptoms and what brand of pregnancy tests was most reliable. Doing all that research had been part of the rush in preparing for all this, but Leia had insisted it was to go no further than that until they actually knew she was-finally- pregnant.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Han stifled down his excitement and met Leia at the level she needed him. Finally recovered, Leia stood, rinsed out her mouth, and went back to the room. "How about this," Han started offering. "Why don't we get some breakfast, then we'll find a clinic and see what's up. Does that sound alright?"

Leia nodded.

"Come on. Smile . . . smile . . . "

Leia gave a light laugh, her face turning slightly red. Falling into Han's embrace, she agreed. "Yeah. That sounds good."

Leia now sat at the end of a med-bunk, dressed only in her underwear, socks, and a paper medgown. Her legs swung back and forth anxiously; why was it so hard to just keep calm? The nurse came in, took one look at her and Han, and asked with an amused smile, "You two are trying to conceive, aren't you?"

Her question cut through Leia's nervous reverie and she snapped her head up to look at the tall Ryn nurse. "How do you know?" she asked.

The nurse laughed She crossed the small room to cabinet, grabbed a blue plastic cup, and handed it to Leia. "I have been a nurse for over twenty years. Nearly every day I have women just as nervous as you come into my office. 98% of the time, they're trying to conceive. Now, there's a refresher two doors down the hall from this room. Give me a urine sample and I can tell you if you're pregnant." Leia gave a quick, shaky nod and left for the refresher.

A couple minutes later, Leia was back to waiting. Sitting on the medbunk and . . . waiting. It was too overwhelming to think that she and Han were waiting for results that would forever change their lives, but it was true. This was something they'd been working on for months and she couldn't bear the thought of having to wait another month. The word 'need' pulled at her again.

Startling her, something wrapped itself around Leia's waist, but she relaxed when she looked down to see Han's hands folded over her stomach. "We're going to get it, you know," he tried assuring her, resting his chin on her shoulder. Leia wished she could share his confidence. "We're going to get this. And then, in about nine months . . . "

"Han," she sighed.

"We're going to be parents, sweetheart. Just relax. Have faith."

"When? When are we going to get it? How soon?"

"Soon, Princess. Real soon. But you have to calm down. You're scaring the baby."

"Han," Leia said his name sternly, trying not to smirk.

"I'm calling it, sweetheart. I really think we did it this time."

"Han-"

"I mean, how could we not? I did everything I could-"

"Han!"

At that moment, the nurse came back in, a simple pregnancy test in hand. She carefully eyed it, sitting down at her desk. She sighed. "How long have you been trying?"

Instantly, Leia's heart sunk and she felt the blood leave her face. That tone, that sigh; she knew what it all meant. Besides, the nurse wouldn't bother asking such a question if the news was good. Her heart tearing itself to shreds, Leia wanted to fall into Han's arms and just sob, but she mustered- with great difficulty- to answer the nurse in a quivery voice and rush of words. "A few months."

The nurse nodded, staring at the test through the small baggy it was stored in. "Well . . . " A long pause. Tears stung just behind Leia's eyes. "Daddy did something right this time because you're pregnant!"

She still wasn't sure she really believed it. Well, Leia did believe it, but it just hadn't quite sunk in yet. It didn't seem real. And, yet, it was. This was very real, she had to remind herself. It was finally happening. Leia was pregnant.

Tears still running down her cheeks, Leia closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Han's heart beating in his chest. "I love you," he murmured into her hair. "Fierfek, Leia, I love you so much."

"I can't believe this is actually happening," she told him. "It hardly feels real."

Han actually laughed at this, reminding her, "What did I tell you? I said we were gonna' get it." He laid a hand flat on Leia's stomach. "I told you this was it. We've got a baby to get ready for. We're going to be a family. We're going to have that family we want."

Finally, Leia thought with a wistful smile. Moving one hand to join Han's atop her belly, she thought to the tiny fetus growing inside of her. Mommy and Daddy have been waiting so long for you. And it was finally coming.