AN: DuhDuhDuh!

AN2: See, told you all I was working hard on this... If you read, please review. :)

"I love you." He whispered in fascination. Her eyes opened then; warm, brown. She smiled, scooting closer to him. He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but he somehow wasn't able to contain the words anymore. They came out as a rather bewildering, amazingly true statement.

He was in love with his wife. Though she wasn't his wife yet and he didn't even know her.

But still he loved her.

"I know." Leia sighed and pressed herself to him in an effort to retain the intimacy they had found together last night. He gathered her to his chest, burying his face into her hair, breathing in the strange yet familiar scent he had come to crave over the last forty standard hours with this remarkable woman.

"What time is it?" She asked quietly, almost dreading the answer. Han looked around for the chrono, and replied it was only 0830.

Leia untangled herself from Han's tight grasp, sprang out of bed and danced across the room, yanking an bulky sweater over her head while grabbing a pair of sleep shorts from the dresser.

Han sat up, groggy, and raised his eyebrows at her. She tossed a tshirt and sleep pants at him.

"Hurry up." She laughed as he watched her hop towards the door pulling the shorts on. "The kids will be up by now."

"Oh Gods." Panic filled him again. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but getting dressed - quickly - seemed an appropriate first step. Leia opened the door and spoke softly to someone out of sight. Tugging the sleep pants on, he could hear young voices giggling happily and small feet pounding up and down the stairs. He had gotten the shirt on by the time the twins burst into the room racing, towards him, piling on the bed, wrestling playfully.

As she rounded the kitchen archway, contentment filled her. This was the way her life should be always. Sure, Han was still acting a little strange, but last night was worlds better then the night before. So maybe he was just having an off day yesterday. Picking up the tray she headed back upstairs, musing.

Leia couldn't decide what her favourite part of the kitchen was; the caf machine or Threepio. Han never had anything nice to say about the droid, but he did come in useful more often than not. Pancake mornings had been rather unruly before Threepio stepped in. Leia had never been much good in a kitchen, even the kids knew to be watchful of her in that particular part of the home, so she was happily relieved when she discovered several months ago that Threepio could be entrusted with preparing her family's most sacred tradition: pancakes in bed.

Ascending the last stair, balancing the breakfast tray laden with food, utensils and juice, she smiled at the scene in front of her. Today seemed normal. Perhaps Han was really okay, maybe it was just stress.

As she walked into the room, Jacen greeted her enthusiastically from his perch in the centre of the bed, while Jaina was immersed in teaching Han a new secret handshake she had created with Jacen earlier that morning. Stopping just long enough to grab the tray, Han held it for her as she crawled into bed beside him again, snuggling into him, tucking her cold bare feet under his legs.

"Anakin? Come on sleepy! Pancakes are ready." Leia called, arranging the tray at the foot of large bed. Strange, she thought, as she watched the twins stack small pebble-sized pancakes onto a fork in order to see how many Han could eat at once. Anakin loved pancake mornings, he was always the first one up.

"Anakin? Are you okay?"

A small figure appeared at the door, fully dressed, clutching Leia's discarded comm-link to his chest tightly, eyes moving back and forth between his parents.

The twins halted their game, watching their little brother, confused.

"Come here buddy, Daddy has pancakes for you." Leia soothed, attempting to quell the tension building up inside her little boy.

Anakin's face contorted then and he shook his head violently.

"No!"

"Anakin-" Concerned, Leia pushed the covers aside, preparing to stand up. Han's eyes were riveted to the small boy in the doorway, Jaina's hands clutched tightly to the front of his shirt while Jacen shifted uncomfortably and slide closer to his sister.

"No!" Anakin repeated again and held up a small hand, pointing directly at Han. "That is not my Daddy!" Anakin screamed.