"Mornin' sweetheart" was the first thing Leia heard on her first morning married to Han. It had all happened so fast. She, Luke, and Chewie had gotten Han out carbonite, blown up the second Death Star, and as fireworks decorated the night sky, Han had asked her to marry him, and within 24 standard hours they'd said their vows. Now they were married. Kriff- they were in the same bunk! At the moment she couldn't recall exactly how it'd all happened, but she sure wasn't mad about it. Han certainly wasn't. He'd waited a long time for this. Three incredibly long years in fact.
"Morning Flyboy" she whispered, her smile just barely peeking out at Han from beneath their pillow.
"Mmmm" Han softly moaned.
Those three years of waiting had paid off already."Did ya sleep well Leia?"he certainly hoped she had. The Falcon didn't exactly have the most comfortable bunk situation."Yes." she sighed."To be honest, I haven't slept for more than an hour a night for the last six months". Leia confessed. Sleep hadn't come easily to her since she joined the Rebellion, but she'd never been so deprived of it as she was when Han was away. The fact she had any energy at all was a miracle in itself."What the-? How on Corellia are you still alive Leia?! " he exclaimed. "Well first off- I'm not on Corellia". she teased, as a small smile crossed her lips. They both chuckled softly."And secondly, I've got about a million less reasons to worry now". she added."Well, now you've also got someone to make sure you're sleepin' at night". Han said, as he gently pulled a loose strand of hair away from Leia's face and behind her ear. Making Leia's cheeks blush to a shade of pink as vibrant as a Tatooine sunset."I still have nightmares ya' know". she decided to say. She didn't know why, but she felt he needed to know that. "You didn't have any last night". he said, while taking that strand of hair he'd just tucked behind her ear and pulled it out to wrap it around his finger. "Well last night was-"she paused."...special" she finally decided."Just special?" Han gasped, playfully mimicking the face of someone who had been deeply offended."I'm hurt.""What? Do you want me to say it was ordinary?" Two could play this game. But suddenly, Han didn't want to mess around anymore. Well not completely- of course. Just about this subject. "If it means you won't have nightmares anymore, then yes. Last night should have been ordinary for you"."Since when are you so concerned about my nightmares?""Since always Leia". He said coolly, even though he meant every word."Don't act like i've never witnessed you having one". He was right. She couldn't ignore the fact that he'd seen them. She'd been able to hide her nightmares from the rest of the alliance- even Luke didn't know about them, but she hadn't been able to hide them from Han.
General Rieekan had been pairing the Princess and the scoundrel together from day one- that moof milker. Despite Leia's many pleas to be assigned another pilot or bodyguard, Riekaan had always insisted she remain working with Han. They'd had 47 missions together in the past 3 years. He'd certainly witnessed many of her midnight mental breakdowns; always offering her a shoulder to lean on, but she'd refused. At least that's what her memory told her. Sometimes she'd woken up completely unaware of the torture she'd been through the night before. But whenever she was conscious of her decisions, she'd starved herself of the comfort she didn't even know she needed- she didn't even know she wanted it! All she'd known then was her next mission, and in an effort to never lose her focus she'd never allowed herself the distraction of comfort. Even though she'd lost everything. She had nothing. It was a good thing that Rieekan was as stubborn as she and Han. Otherwise, she'd still have nothing.
"You're right" she agreed. A smile covering her face.
"Sweetheart, I'm always right". He grinned.
"Alright then, flyboy. How about you prove it to me by finally validating those cooking skills you can't stop gloating about?" she asked.
"I'd be glad to, your highnessness. How about some breakfast?". He offered, holding his hand out to his wife, pulling her out of their bed.