The Last Jedi spoilers.
Don't read if you haven't seen the movie.
You've been warned.
It suddenly occurred to her she was aboard their beloved ship: The Millennium Falcon.
She closed her brown doe eyes and let her mind drift.
"You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought!" Those were her words upon seeing the Corellian YT-1300 Light freighter for the first time.
And of course her husband was brave. The bravest man that ever lived.
She helped them blow up the Death Stars and Starkiller Base.
She got them off Hoth all those years ago. During their trip to Bespin, they shared their first kiss in the circuitry bay. A couple nights later, she lost her virginity to him in the cockpit.
When they'd won the war, they were married on Endor and after a couple weeks of clearing up lose ends and peace was assured, they took their honeymoon. He had gently blindfolded her and took her hand as he led her up the ramp and closed it behind them.
"I gotta give you your wedding present, sweetheart," he chuckled.
Guilt filled her for a brief second. "You didn't have to get me anything. I... didn't get you anything," she admitted.
"You gave me your heart, i don't need anything else."
"We don't have space or credits for gifts, Han," she said.
He carefully slid the piece of silk down her face and waited. He watched her eyes open wide and her lips part as she took it in. He'd redone the crews quarters and included a little gally-type kitchen. It was quite nice. She smiled.
"I figured this is home," he shrugged. "I want you to be comfortable and have the best," he said. "Do you like it?" he asked, turning fully to her.
"Yes," she sighed, "But... where did you get the supplies and credits to do this?"
"Never you worry, your worshipfulness," he assured her. "C'mon. There's more," he said, leading her down a small hallway into what was once part of the cargo hold. He'd walled off a big enough section for a large, rather fluffy bed. There were drawers underneath it, a headboard with storage space and one cabinet to the left side of the not-so-makeshift bedroom. They christened it twice that night. A few weeks later, they were on a sublight run as her senate term did not start for a while. Ben was conceived on that lovingly constructed bed.
Then, a few months later, she flew the Falcon, her tummy very swollen with Ben, to save him on Kashyyyk.
The days of watching Han teaching a growing Ben how to fly her...
It WAS home. More-so than their posh apartment in Hannah City on Hosnian Prime or their base quarters on D'qar.
A squeeze of her hand from Rey brought her from her reverie.
The young woman smiled at her. "You need anything?" she asked quietly.
Leia shook her head as she glanced around.
Rose was still resting and recuperating on one of the crew bunk beds. Finn was asleep on the floor beside her. Leia felt Rey's reluctant uneasiness with that situation.
"Take the other bunk and get some rest," she encouraged. "And don't be discouraged," she smirked. "Love doesn't always make sense."
She watched the feisty girl protectively until her breathing had slowed and she was sure she was sleeping.
After an hour in hyperspace, Leia felt it was safe to try and find a nearby inhabited planet with a public cantina to refuel and wash up properly. Rest, a hot meal of any kind and new supplies would raise morale and help them figure out their next move.
She went back into their bedroom and slid the pocket door closed. She sighed, tossed her cane to the side and shrugged off her grey cape. She settled on the bed, catching her reflection in the streaky, old mirror. Her hand went to touch her traditional Alderaanian mourning braid.
Being forced to watch her planet disintegrate, the betrayal of her twin brother, the loss of so many friends and countless crew during the war long ago and now just in the last couple of years did not equal the pain of his loss. It wasn't long ago. She hadn't cried in a few days. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. After a few minutes, she felt a nudge on her leg and heard a sad sort-of quiet chirping that was almost like sobbing. She looked down and a female Porg was snuggled up to her leg. Her large black eyes seemed to suggest she was crying, too.
"Hi there," she said, reaching down to stroke the birds head. She then lifted the gentle creature into her lap. "You must have snuck in." The bird nuzzled her cheek and then closed her eyes. "Are you missing someone, too?" she asked.
The corner of Han's golden dice dug into the palm of her hand.
It came to her.
"Canto Bight!" she said outloud.
She stood, slipping the dice into the pocket of her grey gown and carrying the Porg with her. She went to the cockpit and settled in the pilot's seat. The Porg became agitated and trilled angrily.
"That's Chewie. He won't hurt you."
The huge brown Wookie grumbled and grunted.
Leia frowned. "You ate her mate?"
Chewie howled and scratched the back of his head.
"Porgs are friends, not food. Anymore. Got it?" Leia said.
A snort was his defiant answer.
"Look. Head to Canto Bight. We can gather supplies, earn money and maybe drum up some new support."