Chapter 2

Leia awoke a short while later, and took a moment to realize that she was on the Falcon with Han's arms wrapped possessively around her. It was a comfortable feeling and one she had desperately missed the last few years. He had been gone so long, but now he was back and for a short time before all hell broke loose later today she had him all to herself. She drew her head back only far enough to study him while he slept.

His face had more lines on it, though they were less prominent in sleep. His thick dark hair was now thick grey hair but it only made him look more distinguished.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she thought about all the time they had wasted, the years when they should have been together. She had never told Han her darkest secret; the one that had made her withdraw from their bond so many years ago. How can I tell him now? I just got him back but this could make me lose him again.

She gently ran her fingertips along his lips, barely touching them, and he sighed in his sleep, murmuring her name. She was amazed at the warm feeling it created within her. How could she have ever believed she could live without this man?

She didn't want to leave the Falcon and start her day, she wanted to stay in this isolated cocoon with her man and pretend that none of the devastating things happening in the galaxy had anything to do with her. But as always, she was completely immersed in saving the galaxy and in a few hours they would have a meeting to try to find a way to disable the planet destroyer. And Han, the love of her life, would risk his own life for her cause and she would have to say goodbye to him yet again, because he was a man of action, and no matter his age, he would not sit on the sidelines when he could accomplish more elsewhere. He craved adventure and danger, and damn if he wasn't good at what he did.

But she hated sending him off into the teeth of the enemy yet again. If only they could have a normal life, but what in the world would they do with that?

She sighed and tenderly ran her fingers through his hair and allowed herself to do something she hadn't done in years; she opened her mind and sent it in search of his. She rarely used the force she felt within her for many reasons, and knowing who her biological father was had always caused her to hold power at arm's length. She was content to use it sparingly and only for subtle things.

She learned long ago she could tap into Han's mind. She didn't mean to, it happened accidentally the first time. He was having a nightmare and as she tried to wake him up she found herself seeing Vader as he tortured Han. But what was most interesting was that Han noticed her intrusion. Since then Han opened himself up to her and they had a constant bond, even if they couldn't always talk to each other, even if they weren't on the same planet, they felt each other enough to know they were still living and breathing.

She knew reality would arrive all too soon and they would be separated again as she knew he would volunteer to fly into danger to save them all. It was what he did. Damn heroes! Right now she wanted to be with him in every way possible and she could do that without disturbing his sleep. All she had to do was slip into his memories and dreams…

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The Falcon cruised along quietly in this section of space, far slower than she was used to flying, but steady. The trip to Bespin was becoming a peaceful interlude, one that Han was only now starting to appreciate. At first he chafed at the delay, but then he realized this gave him quality time, a lot of quality time with the Princess. And that was a very good thing. He stood outside of her cabin, or rather his cabin as he had given it to her for her use until they arrived at their destination and hesitated for just a moment before he knocked on his cabin door and was bade to enter.

Leia was scowling down at his clothing as it lie on the bunk as if it had offended her.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"This won't fit me."

"Sorry, Sweetheart, it's the best I can do. I'm a bit bigger than you," he said with great innocence but couldn't hide his smirk.

"Innuendos?"

"You expect less?"

"No, not at all."

He studied her openly as she was already wearing the smallest pair of pants he had, the cuffs rolled up her calf. And his smallest shirt hung almost to her knees, the v neck revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

"You look good in my clothes, Princess."

"Leia, please."

"Okay, Leia."

Her brown eyes were filled with fire and he felt the sexual tension between them escalate to a new level. He stepped closer to her, and after a moment sat beside her on the bed. She looked away from him and stared at the nearby bulkhead as if it had suddenly started to grow wings.

Han sidled closer to her so their thighs were touching. "Leia, I understand."

"Understand what?" she snapped.

"Probably a lot more than you care to admit."

She turned her focus on him and he saw anger and love in her confused expression. "What the hell does that mean?"

"This, it means this," he turned to face her, and took her hand in his. After softly rubbing her hand for a minute to make sure he had her attention, he drew it up to his lips and kissed it. Then he kissed his way up her arm, pushing her loose sleeves out of the way. He stopped and took a deep breath at the expression on her face, as he saw confusion along with blossoming desire. He put his hands on the side of her face, and let his thumbs caress her cheeks for a few moments as they stared into one another's eyes. And gently, so that she knew she could stop him if she wanted to, he leaned forward and kissed her with great tenderness.

When he drew back to look at her, her expression was dazed, but the desire burned in her eyes. She placed a hand on his chest and looked into his face in wonderment, and damned if the shaky control of his body didn't give it up. He shifted beside her, trying to get comfortable, and ignore something that was becoming more blatantly obvious with each passing second.

Don't blow it, Solo, don't rush her, he mentally told himself and could only glare down at his offending anatomy. How could she not think he was only lusting after her when the evidence was so obvious? How could he convince her that he loved her? And this reaction was all because of the way she looked at him. Damn, he had it bad.

"Han?"

"Leia?"

"Love me," she whispered.

Oh, thank the maker that he hadn't inadvertently pushed her away!

He let his fingertips run across her cheeks and gently asked a question he thought he already knew the answer to. "Have you…"

"…ever been with a man?" Leia finished for him, and offered him a shy smile, and shook her head.

"Leia, are you sure you want to do this?"

She hesitated but then laughed and nodded.

"If you're not sure then we shouldn't do this," Han worried, noting her hesitation.

"Han? Ethics? It makes me think you care." She chided him, her voice playful.

"Well, Princess, you see…that's the thing…I do care…" he couldn't stop the words before they fell out of his mouth.

Again he saw the amazed expression on her face as his words sank in. "You want me?"

"Do you really have to ask?" He tried to act casual but grimaced as he shifted again.

"Do you love me?"

He grumbled some incomprehensible things, and she repeated the question.

"Maybe a little," she finally heard and chuckled softly at the vulnerability she saw on his face.

"And you really are a nice man underneath the exterior of a scoundrel," she regarded him with a serious expression as another piece of the puzzle that was Han Solo fell into place.

"Yeah, well, don't let it get out."

"You don't want people to know you're a decent, caring man?"

"Gods, no! It will ruin my reputation!"

They both laughed and Leia put her hands on his knees and he knew she was well aware of how her presence was affecting him.

"Han, I mean it, love me."

He saw the sincerity in her eyes. This wasn't a rash request, she knew what she wanted.

"Who am I to refuse a Princess?"

"Don't call me that. Not here, not now."

"Why not? It's what you are."

"Yes! But nobody wants to love a Princess. We are admired, treated with respect, but never allowed to get close to someone, never allowed to love someone."

"That's one of the reasons you think highly of me? Because I didn't treat you with the respect your title merited?" Han was incredulous.

"Yes. I had to earn my respect from you."

"Well, if I had known…" Han began but was silenced by a kiss. Leia rather aggressively continued until they settled into an extended kissing session. When they took a break, they grinned at each other and laughed quietly. "I always did like kissing" Han said.

"You're good at it. What else are you good at?"

"Lots of things." He stood up and removed everything except his boxers. When he turned back to Leia she was watching him with a hunger he hadn't seen in a woman's eyes in a very long time.

"Like what you see, Sweetheart?"

"Yes," was all she could manage to whisper.

Knowing he was in control now, he sauntered over to her, drew the sheets back and stretched out on the bed.

He watched the emotions play across her face, curiosity winning the battle. He reached for her hand and pulled her to him, settling her against his chest as they began to kiss in earnest. Her hand reached for him, feeling him through his boxers, and he gasped in surprise and gently removed her hand before he had an unfortunate accident.

"Leia, slow down. This is your first time and you need to enjoy this." He chuckled at her frown and kissed her. "I want to respect you for the person you are, but love you for the woman you are."

She said nothing but he saw the tears that glistened in her eyes.

"Would you like to explore my body? It's yours for the taking."

With serious eyes, she nodded.

"Start up here," he pointed to his lips, "and you can work your way down. Leave Little Han alone until you're ready for the main event, but not until after I explore and pleasure you." He smirked.

She drew back for a moment. "Little Han? Really?" She regarded the sizable tenting of his boxers.

"Sweetheart, if you would like to call him something else, I am open to suggestions."

She laughed outright and he grinned like a fool. Then she put her hands on his chest and his mind was filled only with thoughts of Leia and he knew he would willingly belong to her for the rest of his life.

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They had just taken down the second death star, this rag tag group of rebels he had thrown himself in with had achieved the impossible. The Emperor was dead, Vader was dead and the rebels were taking over the galaxy. Han had seen plenty of things in his life but this was one of the strangest and most unexpected endings he had ever experienced and he was glad to be part of it, glad to be here with his friends who had prevailed against all odds.

He looked across the glade which had slowly cleared of party goers, and saw only Luke and Leia sitting on a log beside each other and talking. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice him or his observation of them. He was aware of how close they had grown over time just by watching them interact. It was no wonder he thought Luke was his rival for Leia's love and he was vastly relieved to find out he was her brother. The whole thing was kind of weird but as long as it meant the Kid wasn't a rival he was good with it. He loved Luke like a brother and was glad it would stay that way. In fact, he wanted to make it an official thing.

Han nervously patted his vest pocket to make sure the ring was where he had put it just a short time ago, and squaring his shoulders, he walked across the clearing and stopped in front of the siblings.

"Oh, Han, there you are," Leia said and patted a spot beside her on the log, but he chose to remain standing.

"Luke, didn't you tell me you had somewhere to be?" Han gave him a pointed look

"What? No…" he started but saw Han's eyes indicating he should be leaving, and frowned.

"Sure, you did. I heard you," Han said trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice.

Luke watched him for a few seconds and he saw a smile touching the corners the Kid's face and he wondered if he knew what he was about to do.

"Oh, yeah. I had forgotten. But I'm waiting for Wedge here."

"Wedge? Really? I thought we had more to discuss," Leia said.

"Here?" Han scowled at Luke.

"Yeah," he said with a smirk. "Maybe you and Leia should go for a walk?"

"Oh, yeah. Maybe. That would work." Han nodded to himself.

"Work? Han, what are you talking about?" Leia wrinkled her brow in confusion.

"Let's go for a walk," he said abruptly and grabbed her elbow steering her away from Luke and onto a path in the nearby forest.

"Han? What's wrong with you?" Leia asked, confused and amused by his actions. "Where are we going?"

"I'm workin' on it," he muttered almost to himself and heard Luke's laughter behind him.

He led her to a nearby clearing he had come across by accident earlier in the day. Although close to nearby trails, it was hidden by thick foliage. Taking her hand in his he parted the dense overgrowth at a spot where he knew they could get through, and he stopped in surprise. It had been pretty during the day, by the pale light of the night, it was enchanting. Maybe this would work out after all.

"Han, this is beautiful," she said in surprise. "When did you find this?"

"I came across it earlier today and thought you might like it."

"You were right, it's almost magical here."

"Magical? I like the sound of that."

She gave him a strange look and laughed. "What is with you tonight? First you break up the conversation I was having with Luke, and then you drag me here while you are obviously on edge?"

He gave her a dour look.

"What's wrong? Something's wrong, isn't it?"

"Not…exactly." He let go of her hand and paced back and forth before her trying to calm the group of butterflies now assaulting his stomach. "Leia, there's somethin' I have to tell you..and it's hard for me to say…"

"Oh, no," Leia's face drained of all color and she buried her face in her hand. "You've changed your mind, haven't you? Because of Vadar."

"What?" Han stopped pacing and saw the hurt in her face. "No, Leia! It's not that. Honey, I love you."

"Then I don't…understand," she said slowly.

Han stopped and went to stand before her, taking her hands in his, and he finally got up enough nerve to look into her eyes. He swallowed, convincing himself he was doing the right thing, knowing he couldn't do anything else. "Leia, I've been trying to talk myself out of something all day long, actually for a lot longer than that, but I can't any longer because I'm a selfish bastard…"

"You're not leaving?" Leia asked with great precision.

"Krist, no! Nothing like that." He shook his head. "Ahh, the hell with this." He dropped down on one knee before her, her hand still in his. "What I've been tryin' to talk myself out of is asking you a question, a very important question because I know you deserve someone better than me. Fuck, Leia, you deserve a Prince, to be taken care of and spoiled like the Princess you are but instead I'm here, on my knees."

He saw Leia was watching him with a small smile, holding her breath.

"Leia, I've never willingly dropped to my knees for anyone, and you are the only one in the universe I would do this for." He swallowed several times before he found his voice again. "Leia, I can't help myself. I love you, now and always. Leia…will you marry me?"

He watched her carefully, and each second she remained neutral he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest as he waited for her to say something, anything.

"Well," he cleared his throat, "no pressure, I mean…if you don't want to…"

She surprised him by stepping into him and kissing him with an ardor that took his breath away. "Is that enough of an answer?" She whispered in his ear.

"The words, Leia. Say the words."

"Oh, you want a verbal answer?" she asked playfully.

He set her away from him and looked into her mischievous eyes. "Yes, Princess. I need to hear your answer."

"My answer is…yes. Yes, Han, I will marry you." She stepped into him and they shared a series of lingering, loving kisses.

He let out a long pent up sigh of relief, and when they came up for air she laughed at him.

"Did you really think I wouldn't say yes?"

"Well, I wasn't sure," he mumbled. "I know you can do better than me."

"Han, I'm Darth Vadar's daughter, and you accepted that."

"Yeah, so." He shrugged.

"Do you know what kind of baggage that is? It's not a handbag, or even a steamer trunk, it's a whole friggin' space ship filled with baggage. And you hardly blinked."

"Leia, I you're the most noble, amazing person I know. Why should I care who your biological parents are?" Han frowned at her.

"And you're a mercenary with a heart of gold. You're honest with those people you call friends, you're loyal, and you make me feel protected and loved. There is no one else in my mind, or in my heart." She rested her hand on his cheek. "I love you."

"And I love you," he moved her hand to a place over her heart. "Krist!" he swore suddenly and abruptly dropped her hand away from him. "I'm messin' this up."

Leia shook her head. "I don't understand."

"The ring. I forgot to give you the ring."

"Ring?" Leia raised an eyebrow, her smile filled with joy as he pulled it from his pocket.

"Let me do this right," he said and winked at her as he dropped down to one knee again. "Leia, you are the only woman I will ever love, and though you deserve better I am selfish and possessive enough to want you to be all mine. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you if you will have me. Will you marry me?"

She nodded, tears of happiness making their way down her face. "Yes, Han. I will marry you."

He slid the ring on her finger and stood up and pulled her to him. "Gods, I love you," he whispered in her ear and held her as if he were never going to let her go.

"Han!" She squeaked when his embrace got too tight.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he pulled back from her to see Leia studying the ring with an amazed smile. Her dark brown eyes now filled with happiness gazed into his.

"Han? When did you get this?"

"A while ago. It doesn't matter does it?"

"A while ago?" She grinned at him. "Is this the ring I admired while we were on Ord Mandell before everything went south." She nudged him in the ribs.

"Yeah. I remember how much you liked it and I thought, you know, if the day ever came I could ask you to…well…marry me."

"This is an expensive ring, how can you afford this?"

Han shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's yours."

"You didn't steal it, did you?" She laughed at his offended look.

"Your Worship! That'd be a terrible way to start a marriage, don't you think?"

"Yeah, Hotshot, it would. I'm glad you didn't steal it for me."

"Not above it, Princess, but I'm trying to be a good man for you."

"You've had this ring for a while, haven't you?"

Han let a sly smile slip across his face. "Leia, you're the only woman I've ever wanted to marry, so yeah, once I decided I thought about it a lot. But there was no point until you realized you loved me."

"You were sure I'd fall for you?" She didn't know whether to be irritated at his confidence or laugh at his audacity.

"Pretty sure."

He held out his hand and when she took it he drew her close to him again, content to stay there with her in his arms, happier than he had ever been in his life.

"Love you, Hotshot," she murmured against his neck.

"Love you too, Princess. Always," he sighed as she nestled against him, her head under his neck and he knew the rest of his life was about to begin.

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Han stared at her in disbelief, trying to control the swell of anger running through his entire body. "What do you mean that isn't a consideration?"

Leia gave him a sour expression as she tried to dismiss the subject caught between them. "There is no need to talk about it."

"No need to talk about it? Have you lost your elitist mind? We aren't discussing diplomacy, we are discussing a child, a baby, the possibility of us having one. You and I. Not some damn policy about if we can or can't."

"This has nothing to do with policy," she spared him a glance.

"Then what?" He roared at her.

"Be quiet! Other people will hear you." She glared at him.

"I don't care. We need to have this out."

"There is nothing to talk about. We can't have a child." Her gaze was cool and unfazed against the heated anger of his glare. "It's impossible."

Han ran a hand through his hair, completely exasperated, and tried to control the mounting anger he felt at her offhand dismissal of something that should be important to both of them. He blinked as a new thought crossed his mind and stopped him in his tracks. After all of their time together, he couldn't believe it was true, but he didn't know anything else that would make her so set on her determination not to have a child with him. He cleared his throat and she looked at him, eyebrow raised in question.

"It's me, isn't it? I'm good enough to love, good enough to marry, but not good enough to have children with. You don't want to sully your royalness with my genes." He glared at her and shook his head. "You should have told me before now, Leia. If I ever had children I wanted them with you." He ran his hand across the stubble on his chin in an unsettled gesture. "You should have told me what you really thought of me…I would have left you alone!" With one final glare he turned on his heel to leave before he said something to her he couldn't take back. He needed time to calm down and deal with both his anger and his pain at this new revelation in their marriage.

Her hand on his arm made him pause to look back at her.

"Han? You think I don't want children because they'd be yours?" She gaped at him in astonishment. "I love you, we are great together. I wouldn't want to have anyone else's children."

"I don't understand." He studied her, able to read the honesty in her emotions and was satisfied she was telling the truth. "What then?"

"Have you ever heard the old expression, "it's not you, it's me?"

"Yeah, but…" he shrugged. "I don't get it. You are the most amazing, intelligent, wonderful woman I've ever known. And I'm one hell of a man. Ruggedly handsome, intelligent, and desperately in love with my wife. We would love any child we had and do our best to make a good life for him…or her."

"That's all well and good, but look at us. We are rebuilding the Republic and hold important positions within it as leaders. How can we possibly make time for a child?"

"That's crap and you know it. Of course we'll make time for any child we might have. You'd be a great Mom." He stepped closer, and took her hand in his. "What is it really, Leia?"

She regarded him, her expression grim. "Have you forgotten who my father, my biological father really is?"

Han laughed, a short bark of a bitter laugh and regarded his wife. "Not likely. We both have torture scars to remind us of who he was and what he did."

Leia gave him a 'there you have it' look.

"But you are not him."

"My genes come from him."

"And from your mother too. For what I've heard she was a good woman. You and Luke are good too. Why do you think our child would become a spawn of the dark?" Han sounded offended.

"It's a possibility I don't want to chance."

"Our child could be an incredible force for good," he said. "Don't you want a little Han or a little Leia running around the galaxy doing good things for mankind? We can't leave any better legacy than that."

"Stop! Just stop!" Leia rubbed her temples a clear sign this discussion was giving her a headache. "I need time to think."

Han sighed and drew her close, kissing her forehead. "I know, honey, I know. I understand your fear, but he…or she…would have my Corellian genes to offset your defective ones."

Leia laughed and placed her hand against his chest. "It's such a big risk…what if he, or she, becomes like…Vader?"

"At the end Luke said he did the right thing, he killed the Emperor to save Luke, and when he died he went to the light and became Anakin again. The world is made up of dark and light, Sweetheart, and unfortunately we can't control either. Each person has to choose their own path, and their truth is revealed."

"Like the fact you're actually a cause for good rather than a cold blooded mercenary?" she smiled at him and absently smoothed his shirt under her hands.

"Well, I don't know that I've ever been called 'cold-blooded' and you blew my cover a long time ago, didn't you?"

She nodded. He put his hand under her chin and looked into her eyes. "Leia, think about it, that's all I'm asking."

"And if I say no?" She appeared afraid of his answer.

He sighed. "Then we go on as we are, without children."

"You'd be okay with it?"

"Maybe not now, but eventually after I've adjusted. I think the most incredible thing we can do is to have children together, but I would never force that on you. It's your decision." He looked at his boots for a long moment and back at her again. "I love you, and even if we disagree about this I'm not going away. I just wanted us to have more, you know…the happy family and all of that," he mumbled, and pulling himself together straightened up and drew his hand away from her.

"Han?"

"I need some time to sort this out too. I'll be on the hanger dock if you need me," he said and turned away to leave her staring after him.

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They lie in bed together, intertwined, quiet, complete in one another. Han held her to him tightly, possessively. She had been on a diplomatic mission gone wrong the day before, and nearly died. Or so it seemed to him. The blaster scar on her shoulder was still pink and he ran a finger along it and frowned.

Despite the ups and downs of their relationship there was no one else for him, he loved his Princess with his entire being and he knew she felt it. They had formed a bond of sorts he still didn't understand, but just accepted. Leia said it was because of the force. It was strong within her and her brother Luke, but Leia said it ran in other people as well, but not as a controllable thing. She suspected he had some latent ability he wasn't able to channel, except for with their communication, their wordless link to one another. Han allowed her to explore this ability, let her touch his mind, and reaching for it, to establish actual communication. Much more empathetic than telepathic but it worked for them and they had developed their own shorthand.

Leia snuggled closer to him, making contented noises as he stroked her hair, and unable to stop himself, he began to kiss his way down her nude body. He stopped and lingered over her breasts, giving them his undivided attention, as his fingers travelled south and began to massage the wetness that was already there. She wriggled against his fingers as he pushed them into her, and grinned as she opened her eyes and he saw her desire. He offered her an unrepetitive smile and left a trail of soft kisses down her abdomen. He paused, lingering over her soft stomach and felt her mental shields suddenly go up. He stopped and felt the panic she was trying to conceal.

What was wrong? His eyes asked Leia the question but she shook her head. Curious, he dropped his head back down to her stomach and began to nuzzle the area. That's when he felt it, a small niggle at the back of his mind, a small spark he probably shouldn't even be aware of. He frowned and regarded Leia, a question in his eyes, but she looked away from him.

He placed his hand on her stomach, wondering if she had been injured more than she told him, but didn't see any more wounds. Again he felt the small tug on the edge of his mind, and it hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes widened and he stared at Leia, pressing his hand more firmly against her belly. After a long moment, she bit her lip and nodded.

He felt her trepidation, panic and fear that she was trying hard to mask, but also hope and joy that they were going to have a child.

With his hand still resting on her stomach, he placed a sweet kiss on her cheek, and tried to send her all of the love he felt for her in that moment, and always, letting her know he would support her no matter what. "It happened sooner than we expected…"

Tears no streaking down her face, she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek, and nodded. "I had no idea I would…feel so much so soon…" She kissed his hands and saw the tears in his eyes. "He's us, Han. I already love him."

"Him?" She could hear the eagerness in his voice.

She laughed through her tears. "I don't know yet."

"How far along?"

She shrugged. "Not sure. Early, I figured it out just before I went on the diplomatic mission."

"And you didn't tell me?" He scowled.

"It was too new, I needed time."

"You could have been killed."

"I didn't know that."

Han couldn't contain the slow grin spreading across his face. "A father? I'm gonna be a father!"

"Think you can handle it, Hotshot?" Leia sighed as she wiped a tear from Han's cheek.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," she laughed into his embrace and held each other tight until they began to express their love of one another through more physical means.

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Han regarded Leia and their newborn son in awe, unable to say a word as Leia finished nursing him. He had just docked with the Falcon and raced to the medical facilities where Leia had given birth to their son while he was away on assignment. The boy was born with a dark hair and dark eyes. The creation of another human being, made with the love of his life was something that filled his heart with such joy that there were simply no words to explain it.

"Han, come here," Leia said softly, and obediently he went to her bedside. "You need to hold your son."

"Leia, what if I drop him?" This infant was his new world. What if I'm not up to the job? What if I've overestimated my abilities? How can I possibly be a role model for my son? His hands fluttered nervously at his side.

"Han, you'll be fine," she laughed at his discomfort. "Come take him from me so I can button up."

He swallowed the lump in his throat and reached out for the infant as Leia instructed him how to properly hold his son. Tenderly, he took the boy and cradled him against his body, not caring at all about the tears rolling down his face. He looked at Leia who was positively glowing and knew she had never been more beautiful.

"Thank you," is all he could manage through a choked whisper.

Leia beamed at him and nodded, filled with happiness for her little family.

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Leia paused and withdrew from Han's mind, giving both herself and him a break from her prying. She laughed at herself because that's exactly what she was doing no matter how she may try to disguise it. She remembered the sweet times that were playing through Han's subconscious like they were yesterday and knew they still had the power to make her emotional like few things ever could. She found she was enjoying the connection to Han that she had shut down so long ago. Surely it wouldn't hurt to use that bond just a bit longer?

She took some time to gather herself together as she studied her sleeping husband with love.