Thank you to any and all who decide to read this :) This story is Mickey Mouse canon-ish, my take on post ROTJ, the first few years. This is my attempt to "fix" all of the wrongs by Disney. I am certain that Han and Leia had a happy marriage. This fic makes NO ALLUSIONS TO ANY FUTURE PROBLEMS. Hope you like it!

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With You, I'm Home

By Dant Solo

Leia Organa's eyes swept across the large penthouse apartment, wondering if she could ever consider this home. The main room was filled with a great deal of empty space, punctuated here and there by furniture and decoration. Close to the glassteel wall that allowed a sprawling view of Chandrila's capitol of Hanna City, was a sofa flanked by a love seat and a chair. All of them were red, black, and sleek, with large, swirling circles on either side, very formal in appearance.

Opposite the wall of windows stood a tremendous screen for use with the holoplayer that resided at the base. Massive, white vases were sprinkled around the room and there were long shelving units lining either side, widthwise.

The shelves were bare and it occurred to Leia that she owned nothing with which to adorn them with. Her few belongings would be arriving later in the day, minus the items she kept on the Millennium Falcon.

There were several other rooms to explore in this apartment the New Republic had assigned to her, but at the moment, she was overwhelmed by this one. So, she remained in place, taking it all in, uncertain what she felt.

Was it normal to be so ambivalent about a home one hadn't chosen? Or did she feel so strange because she had been without a home for so long? She did not own enough things to make it feel like she lived there. Perhaps when Han arrived, it might feel more like their home, together. At the moment, she felt as if she would just have to exist in discomfort in this unfamiliar place.

Wandering to the sofa, she sat down and tried it out. It was not as comfortable as she would have liked, but it would do. A sudden loneliness stole over her and she wished very much that Han were there with her.

She had not seen him in a month and it would be another two weeks before he returned from the conflict at Fallinor. Looking at her surroundings, she could not imagine Han feeling at home there. But, maybe together they could make it a home. And it did not have to be permanent.

Having acquainted herself with the living room, she wandered into the next room, the kitchen. She squinted at the sight. It was very white and bright. The wall on the right curved into the billowing shape of a wave with a long, curved shelf along it. What she might put on that shelf, she didn't know.

In the middle of the room stood a tall, white counter that looked as if it could seat three people on its white, backless stools. The far wall was pink with slats that held compartments for storage. Two more pink pantries were situated to the left behind a low counter that contained a cooking unit and sink, both of which were white and blended into the counter so as to be almost camouflaged. Beyond that was a light pink cooling unit.

Leia felt as if she were drowning in a vat of puffer candies. Shaking her head, she left the room.

What greeted her next was a dining room that she could actually live with. Light colored wood, simple lines. It worked.

She came to the bedroom and halted, a slow smile spreading like the rising warmth of the sun. This could be home.

The large bed was situated in a wooden alcove, giving the impression of privacy. The curved ceiling of the alcove was black and stippled with stars. She thought Han might really like that particular touch. The bedding was cream and burgundy and looked very nice with the color of the wood.

Lining the room were two wooden dressers, a love seat and a few plants. But, the bed was the central focus. Leia smiled brightly, picturing Han and herself lazing in bed, making love, sleeping.

Yes, this could be home.