Leia heard the sounds of swoop engines and was down at the loading dock to meet them when they arrived. "Hello, what are you doing back so soon? Did you have fun?"

"Loads, until dad ruined it," Jasin said.

"We've been grounded indefinitely," Jaina replied to the unasked question.

"I ruined it?" Han asked, in doubt. "I believe you two little angels ruined it."

"What happened?" Leia asked. Han recalled her asking the same question in the same tone back when they were running from Imperials.

"We played a few harmless tricks on her," Jasin said. "Kim kinda freaked."

"Kinda, kinda? She threw this at my head," Han pulled out the engagement ring. "At least it's smaller than a hairdryer."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Han. It's my fault, if I hadn't suggested she go," Leia started to say, but Han cut her off.

"Oh no, tricked is more like it. Tricked. Like mother, like daughters. Get to your room, girls," Han sent them off, lugging their packs behind them. When the door had shut, he sighed. "I have to remember to thank them one day," he looked at Leia and smiled.

She smiled, looked down, and blushed, "Maybe."

"So where is Gaeriel, I'm starving, and Luke for that matter?" he asked, pocketing the ring, it was nowhere near as pretty as the one I was going to give Leia, before... I still have that one.

"They left for a picnic, just after you left yesterday, and have not been back," Leia informed.

"Who would've thought? My nanny and your butler, maybe the fates are trying to tell us something, sweetheart," Han said.

Leia felt her heart skip a beat as he said the last word, her old pet name.

"Well I'll cook up dinner. You always loved my cooking. I don't get to do it much nowadays, but I still enjoy it," he smiled lopsidedly and walked with her into the kitchen.

That night he checked his appearance in a hallway mirror and, satisfied, continued on his way, passing Jasin's open bedroom door. "Wow, dad. You look so nice, what are you up to?" Jaina asked.

"Goodnight girls," he closed the door. The looked at each other and crossed their fingers. He showed her to a cellar below the kitchen. It was covered wall to wall in crates turned on their corners, tacked to the wall, and filled with alcoholic beverage bottles of all kinds. "So this is your secret in between floor?" Leia asked.

"Yes, Jasin doesn't even know about it. Gaeriel does, but she never comes down here. She only knows in case of emergency," he smiled, going to a little cabinet alongside the wall and grabbing two wine glasses. When he looked back, he found her trailing her fingers along some bottles.

"Han, all of these are the same, why?" she asked.

He took one out of its place and showed it to her. "Look familiar?" She stared for a second before shaking her head. "It's the wine we drank at our wedding," he heard her breath catch in her throat. "I now own every bottle that they ever made of the stuff."

"Can we open one?" she asked softly, tears brimming in her eyes.

"You're the only one I'd ever consider drinking it with," he said, blowing some of the dust off so he could find the label seam. A tear slid down her cheek. He asked her if she was okay. She sniffed and told him it was probably just some dust. He offered her his sleeve. She assured him she was fine. "You don't always have to be so brave, you know," he said softly.

"Oh but I do, actually," she replied. She found herself stepping closer to him. He lowered his head and she was about to take the last step when lights came on in the stairwell and a voice rang out asking where they were. "That will be Gaeriel. And she will be wanting to see us," Leia said, stepping backwards, shaking her head, into a beam of light that fell across her eyes revealing the glimmering trails of tears.

"We'll be right up," Han called to Gaeriel.

Is it okay if I start crying when I read my own fanfic, especially with the movie floating through my head?