She closed her eyes, and activated her weapon, breathing evenly, slowly as she felt through the Force where Luke was going to try and strike next.

She could hear, and feel it hum, and in the next instant she had swept down to block Luke's swipe at her left calf. Chocolate hues blazed, as her eyes flashed open and she went for a counter strike.

The padawans all stared on in amazement, as they watched the demonstration being given by the two Masters. Leia had been fighting through, yet another horrible wave of nausea, throughout most of this mock battle.

She glanced up at her lightsaber, the deep amethyst calmed her, allowed her to push the morning sickness to the back of her mind. She was especially annoyed that these symptoms were only getting worse, she was fighting to remain normal and act as if nothing were different.

Luke had caught on to her momentary distraction, and took the chance to strike. He never aimed to injure, in fact he barely had grazed Leia's side with his lightsaber.

Kriffing Force, she instantly flinched away and tried to protect her abdomen, the exasperation at herself building infinitely quickly. She'd never given away a hint of weakness until this moment, and it made her exceedingly riled.

She caught Luke's eye, and nodded as if to say she was fine, straightened up and waited for him to resume a fighting stance. Momentarily she had forgotten all about the watching children, and focused in on her Force connection with Luke.

'I'm okay, keep going,' Luke stared her down, and she tried her best to throw up her defenses. 'You should go, Lei… Clearly this "bug" is affecting your ability to focus.'

'I said I'm fine!' The sheer force of her mental voice actually knocked Luke back a step or two, as she reignited her lightsaber and faced off with him. He nodded, reigniting his own weapon, but he took extra care with each swipe and shift of his blade toward the woman.

This left Leia more vexed than she had been in the first place, finally, she ended the mock battle herself and stomped off toward where they kept the X-wings. She decided right then and there, that she needed to tell Han about this.

She had to tell him in person, she'd comm Luke later and tell him she was taking a few days off. She didn't bother to pack anything, since most of her things were still either on the Falcon with Han, or in her quarters on base.

The trip from the rebuilt Jedi Temple, to where the rebellion kept its base was a few hours at best.

They were close to winning, and ending this war which meant soon the New Republic would be underway, and as such plans to spread the rebels throughout the galaxy were being made daily.

Her X-wing dropped out of hyperspace and began its descent to the hangar on the base, the closer she got, the more nervous she got. She could see Han, as she landed working on the Falcon as usual.

Which, wasn't at all what she expected to see, he was supposed to be on a supply run! She had left the Temple, in an attempt to get a day or two strictly to herself to think this through.

Her nervousness kept her from immediately exiting the X-wing, as she thought about how this conversation might go. Would he be excited? She hoped to the Force, he wouldn't be… She couldn't handle excitement when she was so miserable about this.

Taking a few extra moments to center herself, Leia made sure her saber was holstered to her belt properly. Double checked her reflection, pale and worn out, fantastic. Chocolate hued eyes watered for a moment, and she forced it away.

Now, was absolutely not the time to cry! Leia reminded herself, as she climbed from the X-wing and slowly made her way over to the Falcon. Chewbacca roared his hello, from the top of the Falcon, accepting Leia's quiet smile and went back to his work.

Han, upon hearing his co-pilot, appeared at the top of the ramp grinning excitedly as Leia made her way up to him. They shared a quick kiss, Han leading her into the galley, upon seeing the look on her face.

"Alright your worshipfulness, out with it. To what do I owe this visit?" Leia stared him down, trying to find a way to come up with what she wanted to say without connecting any emotional terms to it.

It was near impossible, to convey what she needed to without certain terms that she had been avoiding. So, with a sigh, and the practice of keeping a calm and controlled mask in place, Leia let the words rip into the air between them.

"I'm pregnant, its twins, about a month along." She settled her gaze on her boots, and tried to remember how to breathe. She heard Han's weight fall into one of the empty seats across from her, and a heavy groan leave him.

Followed by, "Oh… Sithspit!" She had to admit, that about summed up her feelings on the matter too. They had only been engaged three months, Han had given her a Corellian love stone, a jade green one, polished to perfection.

Of course, she had said yes. And so, their marriage was imminent, but they hadn't yet put any sort of time line on it. Given their situation, Alderaanian tradition, and even the High Command would insist they move things along quickly.

It wouldn't fair well for the last Princess of Alderaan to be discovered in this predicament without a husband to speak of. Leia, however, genuinely didn't care what anyone would think she would not be marrying Han just because
she was carrying his spawn.

Her thoughts were interrupted then, with the sound of his voice, like gravel against a boot. It rumbled soothingly in his chest, "Okay, Princess." Her gaze snapped up to meet his, stunned, was an understatement when all she was met with, was a quiet, albeit nervous acceptance.

In that instant, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to yell, cry, smack that smirk right off his face, or kiss him. "Okay? I just gave you the biggest news ever, and all I get is okay!?"

Yelling it was, apparently although she wasn't even sure that had been her original intent, there it was. And then, the laser brain, had the nerve to laugh at her frustrated words.

"What point is there to freaking out? It's already happened, I'm sure you'll tell me they already have Force presences." She stopped short at his last comment, he was right. They did have very distinct presences in the Force already.

"So, you're… Alright with this?" She asked quietly, studying his face carefully for any tell that would say otherwise.

"Well, we're engaged, in love obviously, it seems like a logical next step. Unless, of course, you don't want to continue with it." His response was so kriffing rational, it made her angry.

Why wasn't he as affected emotionally by this as she was? He's not the hormonal one, her mind screamed at her. She scrubbed her right hand over her face exasperatedly, and sighed a bit.

"The doctor did say that everything looked healthy, aside from the ethical and emotional concerns… I see no reason not to continue on this path." Leia tried to make her response as measured as Han's, boy did she fail.

Her voice caught, and pitched on the words "not to continue," as if somehow the nuisances had already made up her mind for her. She was emotional, about the idea of them no longer existing.

And that, caught in her mind, as important. She had tried to put up a wall of indifference towards those little, flickering presences for weeks. Han's simple words, had made it come tumbling down in a rush.