The diagnosis was difficult; enough for Leia to return to her apartment without remembering exactly how she got there. She closed the door behind her, dropped her bag on the couch and wandered dazedly into her bedroom. The bed squeaked indignantly as she fell backwards onto it. Leia stopped breathing and sharpened her senses when she thought she heard the door open. Silence met her yet she didn't feel relieved. She let out the breath she had been holding since she left the med centre. The pressure, shock and stress seemed to lessen slightly with her exhalation; so much so that she hesitated breathing in.
The familiar sounds of her husband entering their apartment drifted into the bedroom. Leia stiffened and dreaded his usual loud enquiry upon entry. Somehow his call would make everything far too real; his presence would be confirmed; and it's would be, too.
Leia looked up as Han entered their bedroom and did a slight double take upon finding his wife sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling. He knew she had visited the med centre, he had been the one who suggested it but he hadn't really expected any serious prognosis.
"Bad?"
He was never one to mince words. Leia narrowed her eyes, not angry but contemplating. More to rid Han of his ridiculously concerned expression than anything, Leia forced her mouth to cooperate with her brain and answer him.
"You're going to be a daddy."
His floored expression mirrored hers.