She was awoken from her sleep by a sharp pain in her left calf that caused her to roll onto her stomach to release her screams into her pillow. She had never been one that was easily affected by pain, but the leg cramps had been striking her more frequently, especially as she slept. Additionally, she had been finding it more difficult to distinguish between physical pain and emotional pain.

Whenever Leia was missing him she enjoyed recalling their arrival in Cloud City, particularly Han's evident jealousy when Lando had attempted half-hearted advances upon her. She had been wound up the whole trip and finally snapped when Han had stated separate quarters wouldn't be necessary and proceeded to escort her back to the room Lando had provided for them. He had barely been able to mutter an apology regarding his haste when she had thrown her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to hers, feeling her pent up energy beginning to drain as she exerted herself.

She had awoken in the dead of the night, trembling from her violent sobs. Han had jolted awake beside her and pulled her to him, stroking her hair to console her. Despite his reassurance, nothing would convince her that something disastrous was not going to occur the next day. Leia had finally fallen back asleep to the consistent sound of his heartbeat, her head on his bare chest.

Alas her superstitions had proved themselves to be credible and in less than twenty-four hours her life had been dismantled, piece by piece.

Approximately six weeks had passed since they had arrived at Home One, yet something still didn't seem right to Leia. She had been laying in her bed willing her stomachache away when there was a knock on her door. When she failed to answer, light flooded into her dark room as Luke gently pushed the door open and closed it behind him.

"Hi Leia," he walked over to her bed. "Sorry to wake you. How are you feeling?" The change in the young woman's personality had not gone unnoticed by Alliance executives, and her need to excuse herself from conversations about a certain Captain had become standard dinner conversation amongst the troops. It was not unusual to find Leia's chair in the command center vacant and her sleeping away the day.

"I've been better." Leia rolled over and looked at her alarm for the time, 12:36 AM standard time. She sighed and draped her hand across her stomach in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Leia," he started, "You need to go to the med bay."

"Luke, you know I don't like it there."

"Come on, I'll go with you."

Had she not been pained with nausea for the past week, she may have resisted when he pulled her into his arms and walked into the bright hallway.

He had checked her into the med bay and proceeded to lay her down on one of the empty beds in a dimmed room. Luke then pulled a chair over to her bedside and politely requested a human nurse for Leia, knowing her aversion towards medical droids. Leia had curled into the fetal position and was looking up at Luke, a hint of sadness in her coffee eyes.

"What is it?"

"I miss him." He had taken her hand in his and waited for her to continue as she contemplated her next words. "I feel him with me everywhere I go."

"I know, Leia," he squeezed her hand. "Me too."