Disclaimer: Everything belongs to George.
Summary: Young Leia makes up stories about her birth parents.
Note: Written as a drabble request for sunnyskywalker on LJ.
The Storyteller
"I know why you adopted me!" her five year old daughter exclaims brightly, and Breha smiles. It's a new story every week, and she can't wait to tell Bail about this one.
"Oh?" she says, eyebrows raised in overwrought curiosity.
Leia nods vigorously. "Uh huh," she says. "It's 'cause my parents are famous space pirates. They fly all over the galaxy, fighting bad guys and freeing slaves. And they can't have a daughter and do all that at the same time!" She proclaims this with a degree of triumph, and just a hint of disappointment.
Breha smiles down at her. "Yes," she says, "that's exactly why we adopted you."