During the days leading up to their anniversary, Leia was becoming increasingly anxious while Han was getting more agitated. Fortunately, he hadn't been taking his frustrations at the thought of a huge diplomatic party for his anniversary on her, but Leia did feel bad that Han's bad temper was exerted on everyone else.

He and Chewie, who would argue frequently in normal times, could hardly speak to each other now without engaging in some sort of disagreement. Han mostly felt angry because no one would tell him anything if he prodded, rather than for any other reason. He usually excelled at getting secrets out of everybody, so when his skills suddenly failed, he now felt especially helpless.

As much as she was looking forward to her surprise, Leia would breathe easier when all of this was said and done because she hated lying to her husband. Plus, she could tell how hard he was working at his attempts to not completely freak out on everyone, that she wanted to show him all that she came up for him.

Leia had agonized for close to a month, trying to decide what to get her husband, and finally she decided on a few different treats over one huge, extravagant thing she wasn't even sure he'd enjoy. Han was a very simple man, hell, she knew he'd probably be content if they just laid in bed naked the entire time, but she still wanted to do something special for him.

Planning had not been an easy process. She had Han breathing down her neck the entire time she was attempting to even decide on what to do, and once she had laid her false trail of a huge party, he had barely left her side in the hopes that if he derailed her planning, it wouldn't happen. Leia had thought maybe she would be able to get some stuff done at work, but Han had taken to popping up randomly even there, and so she was always looking over her shoulder.

If she had thought trying to negotiate with stubborn foreign leaders was in the least bit difficult, this was nothing compared with her attempts to plan a romantic getaway with her own stubborn husband. He lived up to his reputation a little too well sometimes, and Leia hated to see the brunt of it.

Soon though, his paranoia and temper would be soothed, her work would be distributed to someone else, and the two of them would fly away somewhere private to celebrate.

This brought her to her most difficult position yet. How to get to their vacation? She knew eventually she was going to have to tell Han where they were going because he never liked to have anyone else fly. And even though he said the Falcon was in pristine condition, she didn't want to have to rely on the hunk of junk for whether her surprise works out or not.

This is what made her rent a smaller, but more reliable ship for their vacation, and although she felt guilty, she knew it would work out for the best. Han might need some added persuasion to even think about cheating on his beloved ship, but this persuasion was something she was very much willing to comply with for him.

Once Han was out of her way, Leia was able to make all the accommodations smoothly. The only thing that remained was the last piece of her surprise, and that was something she was not positive she could pull off, but so desperately wanted. It was this that kept her up at night with Han snoring loudly beside her. It was this that distracted her from her work or conversations with friends. The only time she wasn't thinking about it, was when her and Han were having sex, and that was only because she knew that if she didn't focus on the task at hand, Han would go into full turmoil mode against everyone.

Han was in the shower when Leia returned home that evening. She wanted nothing more than to join him under the relaxing waves of water, but she also had a lot more work to finish before she took off for her vacation, and felt like that took the priority at the moment.

She quickly ate the dinner Han had made, shouted a hello to him from the doorway of their bedroom, and before he could offer her a much better deal than what laid before her that night, she scampered off to her office.

A few hours later, Leia found herself shaken awake at her desk. She must have just fallen asleep because she had done quite a bit of work, but she couldn't muster the energy necessary to get up and make it to her bed.

Han's whisper came out hoarse, telling of sleep. "Sweetheart, Leia, you need to get up."

She could barely lift her head up from drowsiness, but murmured to him. "Mmm. Fine. Sleep here."

"No you're not. Come on now." Han lifted her up, surprisingly gentle with his coarse hands, and Leia could feel him striding to their bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, undressing her to the bare minimum, and Leia smiled at the contact. She felt him lay down beside her, and wanting nothing more than to curl up in the arms of her husband, she used all her energy to roll over into him.

She felt him move beside her, reaching up to give her a kiss on her head.

"Han?" She whispered to him.

"Sweetheart?" It was barely coherent.

"I love you."

"I know."

Leia briefly marveled at how soft and warm he was as she drifted into sleep.