She awoke with a start, the bright lights of the room a harsh contrast to the softly setting sun outside. She wanted to sit up in bed but the nagging pain in her abdomen forced her to remain immobile. She remained still, staring at the white ceiling above her. How did she get here? From the all-to-familiar chirps and beeps, she was obviously in some sort of medical center. She strained to hear over the echoing lub-dub of her heart. She couldn't think. Her mind was a complete fog. Then she heard a familiar and welcome voice, Luke! Thank the gods. And someone else familiar, Solo…Captain Solo. What the hell? Why was he here? That bastard. He should be gone by now.

"Luke?" she heard her own voice, weak, questioning. They were at her side in an instant. Han quickly swept her small hand into his larger, calloused one, griping it with enough force to be almost painful. He was first to speak.

"Leia, sweetheart, we were so worried about you," Leia tried, quite unsuccessfully, to remove her hand from his. He looked down at their entwined fingers and loosened his grip. He gave her an embarrassed, lopsided grin and gently brought her fingers to his lips. She felt herself recoil from his intimate show of affection. Hadn't she just seen him drunkenly returning to his ship with an equally drunk and, giggling Lt. Brightman clinging to his side. Now here he was in her hospital suite kissing her. He must need more credits. Well, he wasn't going to use his charm on her while she was incapacitated. She didn't intent to join the seemingly endless revolving door of women in and out of his bunk and the rebellion didn't have any more credits to spare.

"Luke," Leia pulled my hand away and held it out to him. He quickly took Han's place at Leia's side. Failing to notice the two men's confused glances she squeezed his hand purposefully as she gazed into his beautiful
blue eyes. He wanted so much from her. He loved her and she knew it. She could almost feel it radiating from him. Why couldn't she just give in and give their relationship a try? He was all that she had ever wanted in a man, kind and gentle yet brave and strong. He was the kind of man she had been groomed to marry. He was nothing like Han Solo, the scoundrel. She reached up to gently stroke his face.

"I couldn't feel you, Leia," She gave Luke a questioning look and he rushed to explain.
"Through the Force, I haven't been able to feel you," his brow wrinkled and he looked away from her for a fleeting moment, "I still can't."

She laughed weakly. Why would he be able to feel her? Sometimes the things he said made no sense. She smiled up at him and turned his face back to hers. His handsome features instantly relaxed when their eyes met.

"Where am I? What happened, Luke? Have we evacuated Yavin 4 yet?"

Luke's brow crinkled as he slowly leaned into her. Now it was his turn to touch her face. His gaze was so intense he seemed to be looking into her soul. A cold shiver trailed up Leia's spine. She heard Han exhale a loud breath and could see him begin to pace out of the corner of her eye.

"Leia, you're…" Han started to speak, his voice sounding desperate. Luke held his hand up. To Leia's amused astonishment, Han hushed. Once again her heartbeat was beginning to quicken.

"Leia, we're on Coruscant. The war is over." Luke's voice was smooth, calming. It didn't calm her. She could feel her eyes darting around the room. He was right. The room obviously was not inside some military installment. The lavishly furnished room was fit for a princess. This time she did sit up, choosing to ignore the agonizing pain in her abdomen. She groaned inwardly and outwardly.

"Leia," Both men were again upon her, trying to push her back into bed. She weakly but effectively deflected both of them.

"No." her voice finally had found its usual authoritative tone. "What's going on, Luke? Is this a joke?"

This was not right. How could the war be over? The last memory she had, they had received the devastating news that Darth Vader had survived the Death Star's destruction and they were preparing to evacuate. This was a joke. This had to be a joke instigated by that damned Corellian thug.

"We won the war, Leia," Luke was racing to say what had to be said, to explain to her what she couldn't remember. "The war has been over for four years. We've been here for three years. Everything is all right. Darth Vader and the Emperor are dead. Leia, everything is fine."

She could feel her pulse slowing, the tension leaving her muscles. Luke would never lie to her. She could see it in his eyes. We won. We Won! She closed my eyes and savored the moment. Luke's voice broke through her revelry and she was forced back to reality. So what happened to her? Why couldn't she remember?

"What is the last thing you remember?" Luke verbalized her question to herself.

Han was standing over Luke's shoulder looking down at her, an almost pained expression on his face. He ran a trembling hand through his already unruly hair. She wished he would stop looking at her that way. It was making her very uncomfortable.

"We…we were in the process of evacuating Yavin 4. " She looked at Han, remembering the last time she had seen him. There was flash of emotion. Anger, definitely. Jealousy, maybe…no, certainly not. But for some reason, she wanted to crawl out of bed and slap his face.

"Seven years." Han murmured under his breath. That was it. She couldn't figure out why he was still hanging around. And he looked scruffier than ever. Apparently he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was more disheveled than she had ever seen. His cloths looked like he hadn't changed in days.

"Why are you still here?" She snapped, finally acknowledging his presence, "Aren't you supposed to be smuggling somewhere, seducing the ladies, bilking someone out of their hard-earned credits?"

"Leia, sweetheart…"

"Stop calling me that. I am not your sweetheart, Captain Solo."

Luke and Han exchanges concerned looks. Luke removed himself from her bedside. Han stepped into his place. Leia's heart was racing. She felt sure if she got any more shocks she die of heart failure and she had a feeling, a very bad feeling as Han Solo again took her trembling hand into his. It was then that she noticed the matching silver bands and allowed him to entwine his fingers with hers.

"Leia," Han said, "I'm your husband."