AN: Written from a prompt on tumblr: Han and Leia's engagement immediately following ROTJ!

Han looked across the small table at the beautiful woman, sipping her kaf. She was wearing his shirt, and it made him smile. She'd had her hair in two long braids wound around her head yesterday, and she hadn't bothered to undo it before they fell into bed together the night before. He'd, of course, helped her with the pins, but they'd been in too much of a hurry to get the braids all undone. Now, the braids hung messily around her shoulders, stray strands sticking out close to her scalp, where he'd tried to get his hands in it despite it being tightly braided.

Leia was staring sleepily into her mug, as if mesmerized by the tiny bubbles on the surface that appeared after she stirred it. She must have felt his gaze, because she looked up at him expectantly and set her kaf on the table.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm just thinking about how pretty my girl is, what a lucky son of a bantha I am to have you," he replied, sipping his kaf and waiting for her reaction.

Instead of the snarky response and brush off he expected, her sleepy smile grew until it glowed a million watts, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

"No, I'm serious," he insisted. Leia giggled demurely and scooted around the bench to be nearer. Han adjusted his position so she could crawl over him and recline with her back against his chest. "I could spend every morning for the rest of my life like this with you."

"I don't think that's very plausible, but it does sound quite nice," Leia admitted, taking his arm from the back of the bench and wrapping it across her stomach. "Waking up and having breakfast together…"

"Showering together…" he added, tickling her.

"I'm not going to sit here if you're going to behave like that, nerfherder," she teased, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Well, then, I'd better behave myself," he replied seriously, moving his hands to a very incendiary position.

"Nerfherder," she murmured, reaching for her kaf.

"I love you," Han whispered, tucking a kiss behind her ear.

"It's sad to think that this will all be over in a few days," she mumbled. They'd been given a few days furlough after the Battle of Endor, and they'd decided to take advantage of every second of it by staying on Endor. Their time was almost up, however, and they'd soon be going back to the busy reality of military life.

"It doesn't have to end," he offered.

"Our furlough? I'm sorry to tell you this, Han, but our furlough will be ending."

"No, this," he answered, tightening his arms around Leia.

"I don't want this to end," she said seriously, sitting up and turning to face him.

"Neither do I. I—I'm not breaking up with you, Leia. Stars, no." Relief washed over her face. "I'm, uh, I'm asking you to marry me. Will you? Marry me, Leia?"

"Oh—stars, yes. Yes," she repeated, stretching over his legs on the bench and kissing him, nearly knocking her kaf over in the process.

"You will?"

"Yes, Han. Before we go back to the Alliance. Today, even."

They were married under the bright Endor sun, amidst the trees, surrounded in love.