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Chapter 3
Quite A Mood Swing
"I'm right here for you, princess."
Han's deep voice murmured lovingly, and Leia leaned into him.
"I went to speak with Luke because I had a dream," she started, not entirely sure what she was going to say. She stared out the large floor-to-ceiling window, fiddling with the silken fabric of the curtains. "and it turned out that it could possibly be a Force dream."
"Like the one he had before Bespin." Han's even, calm voice seemed to soothe Leia.
"Yes," she swallowed. "The reason why I had to go in such a hurry was because what happened in it." Waves of dread and regret washed over her. Han could sense her uneasiness and found her hands, clasping them in his. She forced herself to calm down, but her voice caught in her throat, and all that came out was a soft choking sound.
"You heard me before. We've got all the time in the world," Han patted her hand. She nodded silently, her face grim. He caught the look and tried a smile at her. She only blinked quietly. "And in our time, I will try to cheer you up." He concluded somewhat too cheerily, and took her hand, guiding her back to the kitchen. She sat down without protest as Han fixed breakfast.
"It's still awfully early," he tried at conversation. "Was Luke awake?"
"Yes. It was almost like he was expecting me," Leia murmured, tracing patterns on the wood surface. Her wandering hands found a scrap of crumpled paper. She unfolded it to see a receipt from a restaurant that she and Han had gone to only a few days past. She remembered the meal. Romantic. Wonderful. They had not a care in the world before. Now she would have to live with the dread...
She absentmindedly took a pen from its place in a pencil holder and began doodling. She half listened to her babbling husband.
"...with the brother-sister bond thing. You know, I totally freaked out when you were talking about Luke being your brother before on Endor and stuff-" He looked up from the eggs sizzling on the stove. He saw Leia half asleep, drawing on an old receipt. He stopped talking to see what her reaction would be. Nothing.
She must be pretty bothered. Han thought. She hadn't even been like this before from Alderaan or the Darth Vader thing.
Han shut off the stove and arranged the sausages, bacon and eggs on a plate. He sniffed the food, mouth watering. He had learned a bit of home living after marrying the Last Princess of Alderaan, and was immensely proud of being able to cook a decent breakfast. Even he had first doubted himself a bit, and Leia had been in fits. Han Solo domesticated seemed as likely that banthas would fly. But somehow, after many spills, burns, and minor fires, he managed to cook a fairly decent meal or two. He placed the platter of food in front of Leia and arranged it proudly. He bent over and kissed her cheek, which seemed to jerk her into reality.
"Thanks honey," Leia murmured, reaching over her shoulder and patting him on his neck. She took the utensils from him and began eating half-heartedly. Han sat down opposite from her, watching her eat with a familiar smug expression on his face. The woman's eyes traveled up to his, and a small smile crept over her face. She cut a piece of sausage away from the rest and set down her knife and fork. She concentrated on the little bit of meat, her brown eyes glimmering in determination as the sausage trembled and soon began to rise. It floated lazily through the air to Han's waiting mouth. He snatched it quickly out of the air and grinned.
"You're a quick learner," he commented, chewing on the food.
"Luke is a good teacher," Leia corrected. Han rolled his eyes.
"You would rather die than take a compliment," he scolded lightly. She only shrugged.
"I'd rather not become a stuck-up nerfherder like you." she shot back, and Han made a wounded face. Leia couldn't help but grin at her husband's antics. She held her gaze for a moment, and for a sweet, peaceful moment, everything, every worry melted away. Then the dark cloud settled over Leia's heart again, and she dropped her eyes to her plate, trying to keep the grin. Han noticed immediately. He was a bit frustrated after all of these almost-moments, and he struggled to keep from shaking her in impatience.
"Leia, will you ever tell me what's the matter?" he snapped suddenly, unable to keep his emotions from running over. She looked up again, her chocolate brown eyes a window to her sudden shock. The gentle conversation that had existed only a few seconds before fizzled out.
"Maybe not!" she growled back, stress from her busy job and the prophecy in her dreams making her suddenly and unreasonably angry. She shoveled the last bit of eggs into her mouth, stood up, and stomped over to the kitchen sink. Work, work, work. She was a workaholic. If she was upset, work. If she was frustrated, keep working. If she was bored, work some more. So her hands immediately searched for something to keep her busy. So she began washing the growing pile of dirty dishes, saying nothing.
"If you tell me what's going on, I can help you!" Han hissed back.
"You can't help me." Her voice choked out, unable to say anything else. She dropped a saucer into the sink with a clatter. She stood in silence over the kitchen sink, head bowed in misery. Han grumbled crossly, plopping down on the sofa and turning on the Holovision.
A cold silence fell for about forty seconds, until Han felt guilt eating away at his insides.
He tiptoed over to the kitchen.
"Sweetheart," he crooned softly, standing a few feet behind Leia. No response. "Honey..." Still no response. "Leia!"
"What?" she whirled around to glare at her husband, eyes flashing dangerously. He stepped closer, looking down at her.
"I love you," he mumbled a bit sheepishly, catching her in his arms and bringing his lips to hers. She froze for a moment in surprise, but she soon recovered and began trying to break away. Han's arms were too strong, and he only squeezed her tighter. She finally went limp in defeat, beginning to enjoy his touch.
"Quite a mood swing," Leia breathed between kisses. Han only chuckled softly.
After what seemed a peaceful eternity, they broke apart. Leia leaned against Han, her head on his chest. He rocked back and forth gently, knowing what was coming. She took a deep breath.
"I suppose you deserve to hear what the dream was."
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