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In all of the ways she had fantasized about telling Han about her pregnancy, she had never anticipated that he would faint.
Leia stood above him as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his expression still one of shock. She nudged him gently at first, but as each second passed that he didn't wake up, her ministrations increased with fervor.
"Han! Han? Wake up!"
She felt for a pulse and was relieved to see that he was at least breathing.
Slapping him gently on the shoulder, Han's body reacted slightly but he still didn't wake.
Muttering under her breath, she said, "Now you're just being dramatic."
Sighing, she scooted off the bed and stood in the doorway.
"Threepio? Threepio, can you come here for a moment, please? It seems General Solo needs your assistance."
Leia waited a short moment as Han suddenly stirred.
He grumbled and punched the air, "No, no I don't! Keep him away from me."
Han scrambled up and off the bed as quickly as he could, but his legs were tangled in the sheets and he fell to the floor with a thud.
"Relax, he's not even here right now."
Han just grimaced and tried to get his bearings, rubbing his head.
"I knew that."
Leia just looked at him, waiting.
"So um, I suppose what you just told me wasn't a dream?"
"Nope."
"So you are pregnant?"
"Yep."
Leia's answers were abrupt, but more out of nerves than anything else.
"Soo, we're having a baby?"
"Yes, that's usually what pregnancy entails."
He stared at her long and hard for what seemed to Leia like forever. Han's expression was stoic, and she searched his eyes for any hint of what he was thinking.
Just as she was ready to give into all the frustrations of the week, suddenly Han was there, taking her into his arms and kissing her fiercely. She could no longer hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill the entire day and she wept openly as Han continued to kiss every bit of her that he could reach.
Leia gently reached up her hand to stop him, so that she could see his face.
"Han?" She questioned him softly, but before he could speak, she saw the big grin on his face and knew that everything was going to be alright.
"So I take it that you're happy?"
He raised his eyebrow at her and gave her his best cocky grin as he kissed her again. Longer and deeper this time.
Han laid her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss, holding her close.
Leia touched his face, running her finger across the scar on his chin, and then kissed it.
"How do you feel about all of this, sweetheart?"
She looked up into his eyes now and smiled a little.
"I'm ok I guess. I'm nervous and scared, but also really really happy and excited."
"Me too." He kissed the top of her head.
"Um, Leia."
"Yes, Han?"
"If this kid is a Jedi, uh, you're not going to let Luke, you know, get a little too excited about all that spooky crap, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that, I know that he's really into it, but this is our kid, and I think we should raise him or her the way we want."
She smiled at this, the way his eyebrows raised in concentration, the tone of his full of attempts to stay calm, but with obvious concern.
"I promise. Our child, our way."
He nodded. "Good."
"Our child will, however, be the best damn politician we can raise."
Han had closed his eyes in contentment, but they opened immediately.
"What?"
"Oh, you know. We can raise him or her to be the future head of state. They'll always be dressed in the nicest clothing, proper manners, everything a Solo isn't."
At this point, Han could tell she was joking and relaxed a little.
"Well, I suppose we could do that if we wanted our child to be a stuffy know-it-all like you."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just sayin' that it will probably be in its best interest to not do all that crap and instead spend the majority of the time in the hangar working on the Falcon."
"First of all, Flyboy, our child is not an 'it.' Secondly, he or she will not spend the entirety of the time in the hangar with all of those foul mouthed pilots, and you should probably think about child-proofing the Falcon."
"Hey! I'm one of those foul mouthed pilots!"
"Exactly."
He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but smile back.
"Admit it, princess. You got a pretty good package deal here."
"You're okay."
He frowned. "Just okay?"
"Oh, I suppose you're better than okay."
In response, he kissed her, biting her bottom lip and sucking on it hard.
"Han!"
"Sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't help myself."
Giving him a look, she turned and laid herself against him, cuddling into his arms.
"So you really think we can do this? I mean, it's not too much to handle?"
He turned her towards him again.
"Hey, it's me." He pointed his thumbs at himself. "And it's you. And we're both a little crazy, so I never expected us to have normal children in the first place."
Leia couldn't help but laugh at this. She wasn't sure of what was to come, but she knew that as long as it was her and Han together, they would figure it out.
She swatted his arm at his comment and kissed him.
"Nerfherder."
