The next four weeks, for Leia anyway, dragged by. Each day it seemed, the nuisances grew stronger and stronger. At one point, she specifically asked Luke why she could feel them in the Force, when they had only been weeks old.

His reply had been both cryptic, and annoying. "It's simple, Lei, our family has always been incredibly strong in the Force. Your children, already possess an astonishingly high Midichlorian count."

Leia had known, that both she and Luke possessed a Midichlorian count of 15,000. And that midi-chlorians lived within the cells of living beings, if her eight week old nuisances were already strong enough to be detected…

Fear spiked inside her, every time she thought about what such powerful beings could be. What if they already surpassed her own Midichlorian count? If they grew to be something she couldn't even comprehend controlling?

She found herself on the ground, head tucked into her drawn up knees talking herself through evening out her breathing. This was something, that unfortunately had become terribly common over the last few days.

Eyes fluttering closed, Leia stretched out with the Force, reaching for the source of her anxieties lately. She was still, quiet… to anyone on the outside of this experience it would look like she had merely zoned out.

She saw them before she felt them, or rather, she saw what they would be. A beautiful little girl, eyes the color of Han's, hair braided into a little crown atop her head. She radiated peace, and love… called out to Leia in a way that made the woman want to fulfill the child's wish.

In the same instant, a boy, her complete spitting image appeared. He made Leia recoil, while his sister was the embodiment of peace and love… this child, felt like the very monster Leia had feared. A darkness surrounded him, as if he were shrouded in it.

He exuded indifference, he screamed of all the things Leia hated about Vader. This child, shocked the woman to her very core. Dark hair swept over his eyes, a gloomy look covering his pale face. Their names, both came to her easily, as if she had been born knowing them.

One, filled her heart with immeasurable joy, the other, left her feeling cold, frightened. She was pulled out of her Force-vision by Han's hands gently gripping her shoulders. "Sweetheart, you with me?"

His voice seemed to instantly wipe away the despair she felt upon recognizing the hell their son would unleash on their life… Potentially, upon the galaxy.

She hadn't even known they would be boy/girl twins until that moment, and yet, suddenly she knew it would just have to be that way. Of course it would, the galaxy loved to screw with her family… And since the balance had failed to turn either herself or Luke to the dark side.

Her son, would fall in their place. She glanced up at her fiancé, eyes wide the fear pooling in them so easily. Her head shook from side to side of its own accord. "I saw them Han," she whispered, her hand falling to her abdomen as if to emphasize who she was talking about.

His gaze followed her hand, and widened easily. She had expected that, Leia knew Han was still a bit freaked out about the fact that she was connected, through the Force with their… children.

She had finally thought it, she was pregnant, and they would have two children. One to be the light of their life, the other to bring the Light to its knees. "You… Saw them?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he were in awe.

"She was beautiful Han, she has your eyes, my nose… She was so peaceful, and loving." Leia said, the loving lacing through her voice more and more with each word spoken. "She? A Princess, just like her mother." Han's voice said quickly, Leia could hear the smile in it.

"And… He, was, oh Force, Han! I'm giving birth to a monster!" It was all Leia could manage, she was angry, scared and so very hormonal. She was afraid any further words would bring on a round of tears she couldn't stop.

Han just watched her, letting her take all the time she needed to compose herself. Leia reached up and squeezed his hand gratefully, then continued. "He's surrounded by darkness Han, a soul sucking, terrible darkness. Something I can't protect him from. He's going to fall, to fix the balance."

Leia couldn't meet Han's eyes as she said this, her voice a broken whisper, practically begging him to understand how important it was that he took her seriously. This was her worst nightmare, come true they would birth the downfall of the New Republic.

"We aren't going to let that happen, Sweetheart. We'll surround the kid with love and positive role models. He'll be okay." Han seemed so sure, but Leia had already felt the darkness taking him over, of course she couldn't exactly explain that to him.

So she just nodded, and finally glanced up to meet his gaze. "Aside from ushering in our downfall, what do you think?" Her question was soft, but it left no room for arguing. She knew their son was doomed, as sure as she knew that their daughter was to be the one to try to save him.

"A two for one special, and they're one of each? I say we're pretty lucky." The joke had Leia scowling in an attempt not to laugh, she wanted to be serious about this. "Leia, we've still got months before they even get here... Let's not worry about what may happen when they're older. The most trouble they'll be able to cause for the first year is a lack of sleep."

She understood what he was saying, she should enjoy their children, try to bond with them... She knew though, deep down that she couldn't. Not when she could clearly see her son falling to the dark side before he was even born.