WAITING FOR HER
It's a long walk to the altar at Cantham House. And why is everyone staring at me? It's not like I'm the bride or something.
There's an ocean of faces of all different sentients in the audience. Political reasons dictated the thousand wedding guest list. I don't care.
I'm only interested in one person, and that is my bride.
My bride. I never thought it would happen to me. Nope, I was gonna be Han Solo, Super Smuggler, not a care in the world, only out there for myself, not beholden to anything or anyone.
Funny how a war, an old man, a whiny ass farm boy and a princess held prisoner changed everything. Emphasis on the princess part.
We started our relationship by insulting each other, and we kept that up for quite a while. Well, the Rebel bases needed something to gossip about, and we generously gave. I don't even know half the things Rogue Squadron came up with. Mon Mothma never liked us together, but it didn't take long before she was alone that way. Even Riekkan was thrilled for us.
They're all in the audience, probably counting the minutes till the cocktail bars open up. Me, I've got my mind on other things.
Najia is serving as one of Leia's attendants and she's walking down the aisle, smiling, and then Winter, who could also use a scoundrel in her life. Or at least a good kiss.
They take their places at the altar. All of a sudden, my stomach flutters, but in a good way. The Alderaan wedding march introduction begins, and a moment later, on Chewie's arm, is Leia.
My breath leaves me. She is so beautiful in a white dress that flatters her curves, a lacy veil on a small tiara framing her beautiful face. Even at a distance, I can tell how happy she looks, and as she moves closer, I get this surge of emotion rolling right through me like I've never experienced before.
How did I ever get this lucky?
Her eyes lock on to mine, and her cheeks are flushed, her smile blossoming. I don't think I've ever seen her look more beautiful, and that's saying something. Her dress shimmers as she moves, and it's cut in a way that shows a bit of her cleavage.
She is the most beautiful, kind, sensitive, sensible, funny, strong, stubborn responsible, loving and caring woman ever born. I'm still wondering what she sees in me, but it's my privilege that she chose me to be her husband, to love her, protect her, care for her, always be there for her.
I know she will be for me. She's only tiny in stature. This is a woman who spearheaded her own rescue and then penetrated Jabba's palace to rescue me. And, on top of it, she killed my nemesis. She's amazing.
Can I live up to this? What if I screw it up? What if I let her down? What if she discovers I'm not who she thought I was?
Her smile sends me a message. It says to me: I have faith in you and in our future.
It's all I need to know.
And that knowledge makes me the happiest guy that's ever lived.