Through Your Eyes IV: The First Day of the Rest of our Lives

Characters: Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel, other family and friends.

Era/Setting: AU post-NJO, day following TYE III: The Night After

Disclaimer: The situation is mine, everything else isn't. Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel belong to their respective copyrights, as do the members of the Solo and Fel families.

Welcome to the next of the Through Your Eyes vignette series.

The sun rose, as it always did, warm beams of light bathing the room in supernatural beauty. The sun's errant beams washed over the marital bed, where Jagged Fel and Jaina Solo-Fel still slept the day after their formal joining in marriage. Jag awoke first, stifling a yawn and rolled over to face his wife. Jaina was a thing of beauty, even while she slept. Even more so while she slept, he corrected himself mentally. Her eyes were lightly closed; her lips just parted so, all in all the picture of muted serenity.

Jag reached out and caressed her cheek, brushing a lock of stray hair from her face. She moaned lightly in her sleep, her hand coming up to capture his. "I was dreaming," she whispered, voice choked by sleep.

"Oh?" Jag asked quietly, squeezing her hand gently with his own. "What about?"

"Today."

"And what is going to happen today, my little Jedi?"

Jaina smiled and cuddled under the heavy comforter. She looked like she dressed for Hoth, just her head peeking out from beneath the blankets. "We're getting some flavored caf, then we're opening presents, and spending the day with our families."

"Well that sounds nice," Jag admitted, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful today, love."

"I imagine I do," Jaina replied with a giggle, snuggling closer to her new husband. "You smell nice."

Jag laughed at her innocent comment. He rose from bed, much to Jaina's chagrin. She simply did not want to leave the warm, comfortable bed. Jag, dressed in only his shorts, leisurely strolled around the bed so that he was standing over Jaina's prone form. "Jaina, get up."

She ignored him.

"Come on, Jaina," he prodded, poking at her with a finger. "You're the one who had the dream about all you wanted to accomplish today."

"No," she squeaked from beneath the covers. "Am comfortable."

Jag smiled, before grabbing the edge of the blanket and tearing it off the bed. Being exposed to the cooler air, Jaina instantly recoiled into the fetal position, trying to cover herself up. Jag noted, with a wry grin, that she wore only one of his shirts, and even that barely covered her entirely. Try as he might, Jag couldn't hide the grin that covered his face.

Dressed and ready for the day, Jaina and Jag stopped off at a Denon caf shop, getting Jaina the flavored caf she'd been craving ever since waking up earlier. They were walking arm-in-arm to the Solo apartments where they'd be meeting up with both sides of the new extended family to open the wedding presents. When Jaina had talked to Leia earlier, it sounded like the pile was quite substantial. Which didn't surprise Jaina any, as she'd know from the size of the ceremony, that her mother had gotten her hands on the invitations.

Jaina signaled the door buzzer and waited, glancing back at Jag with a big smile. He replied with a wink. She stepped closer to him, climbing into his arms and leaning up for a kiss. They were lost to the world in their embrace as the door was opening, giving quite a show for poor Han Solo, father of the bride.

"Ahem," Han cleared his voice. "I didn't expect to be interrupting anything on my doorstep."

Jaina blushed profusely, looking up at her father sheepishly. "Sorry, dad," she whispered, pecking him on the cheek. Jag just shrugged, taking Jaina's hand in his own again. Han sighed, stepping aside and letting the new couple enter.

The couple settled in on the only abandoned seat in the living room, offering greetings and answering questions for all the assembled Solos and Fels. Soontir Fel, usually the pillar of stoic nobility, even shook his son's hand and offered him a knowing wink after his wife, Jag's mother Syal, had inquired about the wedding night.

The pile of wedding presents now seemed almost daunting, as Jaina stared across the room at them, but it took little time to pour through the gifts. For the most part, they were trinkets with cards spouting wishes of good fortunes. Some gifts were just money, allowing the new couple to purchase what they felt necessary, while others were electronics and other devices.

By the time Jaina had opened the third caf dispenser, Jag could barely hold back his own laugh, as Jaina looked around the room hopelessly in exasperation, while the Fel and Solo parents smiled knowingly. They too, had experienced the very same abundance of caf dispensers after their own respective weddings.

The extended family had an early dinner, sharing stories and tales over a good meal with good people. Even Han and Soontir behaved exceptionally, sharing tales of both their Academy days and the time they had spent as rebels, whether as a smuggler in Han's case, or as a Rogue, in Soontir's.

As Jag and Jaina made their way home later that day, they did so holding hands and walking as close together as possible. Reaching the door to their apartment, Jaina entered the code to enter, but Jag stopped her before she could. The door whisked open, but he captured her in a warm embrace from behind. His lips were pressed to her shoulder, left bare by the blouse she wore. She laughed lightly, her cheeks reddening, before turning in his arms to capture his lips with her own.

They kissed for a while, until the need for air overtook them both. They entered the apartment together, and spent the rest of their day together, reading and watching the HoloNet, but always within the arms of the other.

Sorry it took so long to getting around to updating this one. I had a small part began, but could never find the inspiration to come back and finish the entry. I have a few more ideas that I've jotted down thus far, but here's what I'll do.

I want you, the reader, to leave a review (hint hint!) and in it, suggest what you would like the next entry to cover. The sky's the limit, though I'll be the editor, hehe. But feel free to make any suggestions and I'll go from there.