He studies every detail of her face when they lay in bed together. His hand slowing dragging across her hips to the dip of her waist. It hadn't taken Leia long to take up a permeant residence in Han's room after his fight with Isolder. Her nights had gotten better since sharing a bed with Han, of course the dreams could still be unbearable; she found comfort knowing Han was with her.

"Why didn't you tell me about Luke?" Han asks, breaking the silence in the room. It had been 10 days since Leia had revealed to her lover the true nature of her relationship with Luke. Leia sits up in the bed, allowing the thin blanket to pool around her waist. Han shifts closer to her, propping himself up and begins to trail kisses along her back.

"It's not something we often disclose. Only a few people know as we weren't raised in the same house." Leia states as she begins to play with her hair.

"I find it hard to believe that your father would be opposed to twins."

"He would have taken us both if he had the choice."

"Whaddya mean by that?"

"My father and mother adopted me when I was a baby." Leia replies, slightly uncomfortable with discussing this with someone. "My biological mother, Padme, was close friends with both Bail and Breha. I suppose her and my biological father, Anakin, we very young when they met and married. Father used to tell me of how much Anakin adored her, showering her with gifts and grand gestures when they courted."

"What happened?" Han sits up next to her, his hand still caressing her back.

"I don't really know, my father never told me. Only that by the end of the pregnancy he had changed. He used to yell at her, hit her, and would disappear for weeks to go on a drinking binge. He wasn't even there when we were born, his best friend was…but not him. After when were born he became jealous that Padme's attention was always on us. He started to drink heavily and became more erratic. She couldn't handle it anymore…." Leia trails off. She had never liked discussing her biological mother, it was too awful.

"Anakin was declared to be an unfit parent and the state took custody of us. If there is surviving family the state likes to place children with them. So we were released to Beru and Owen, who couldn't have their own kids. I think they got overwhelmed with two babies and ultimately could not afford to take us both. Luke stayed with them and...well…I was placed back into the state's hands. I was four months when Father brought me home to mother. He always ensured Luke and I were close as we grew up." Leia smiles, reflecting on the wonderful childhood her adopted parents had given her.

"And Anakin?"

"He reached out to Luke when we were 15 years old, they maintain a relationship of sorts. Anakin wants Luke to take over his share of Empire when Luke turns 21."

"Has he ever reached out to you?" Han asks, Leia nods and sighs. "What happened?"

"He showed up at the house drunk one afternoon. Father and I had just returned from hunting doves. Anakin trampled on mother's flowers and demanded I be returned to him… I nearly shot his arm off, I would've if he hadn't stumbled."

Han chuckles, falling back down to his pillow, running a hand through his hair.

"You really are something sweetheart." Han smiles at his lover, who smiles bashfully in return. Leia stops playing with her hair and shifts to face Han.

"That information is going to cost you Solo." Leia informs him, nudging him with her foot. Han raises an eyebrow at her before leaning forward to kiss her thighs. "Not that!" She exclaims, brushing him off.

"Then what?" Han asks, pulling away from her. Leia looks at him thoughtfully and brushes his hair out of his eyes.

"Where were you born?" Leia finally inquires. This was the first time she had explicitly asked him, they had never discussed their past at least not like this.

"Leia…I don't really do…well… this."

"I know you don't, I don't know anything about you and anything I know of your past comes from other people like Lando or Chewie." Leia admits. The room goes silent, and so she shifts away from him. Leia gets out of the bed and grabbing one of his discarded shirts to cover herself. She flips her hair out from under the collar. "You don't have to answer right away…whenever you're ready." Leia relents and leaves the room after putting on her panties.

She heads to the kitchen to make coffee, knowing Chewie would still be asleep and hadn't gotten the chance. She washes out the pot, removing any remaining coffee from the previous morning. She isn't mad at Han, after all it really wasn't her business, she was more disappointed than anything. She grinds the coffee beans and adds them to the percolator, placing the pot on the stove.

"Wyoming." Han's voice nearly makes her jump out of her skin. She turns and sees him leaning in the kitchen doorway. He was dressed only in his trousers and was in the process of lighting a cigarette.

"Excuse me?" Leia queried. Han smirks at her as he takes a drag.

"I was born in Wyoming." He answers, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Where in Wyoming? Cheyanne? Fort Laramie?" Leia joins him at the table, wanting to know more. Han stares at her, debating if he was going to tell Leia anything more than his origins.

"The Wind River Reservation." Han discloses, taking a drag of his cigarette again. Leia had heard people discuss Han's background but she had never regarded that gossip seriously. "The hell with it. My mother was Kuccunikka."

"What is that?" Leia inquires.

"It's a band within the Shoshone. My father was working in Riverton doing some mining work, they met in the town, married, and had me." Han shrugs, he hadn't talked about his mother in quite some time.

"How long were you there?"

"I was there until I was three. My mom died when the Spanish influenza went through the reservation when I was one. My father's contract in Riverton still had two years on it and was away often, my kaku raised me for the first three years of my life. When my father's contract ended he took me off the reservation to Denver where he worked as a mechanic." Han taps his fingers absent mindedly on the table.

"Did your father raise you with the knowledge of your mother's culture?"

"Y'know…when I was in the South Pacific I'd recall memories of everything my kaku taught me, but now I'm back I don't think I really remembered. My father did everything in his power to…erase that part of me." Han laments, watching his cigarette burn. Leia takes his hand in hers, giving a small squeeze of reassurance.

"Were you and him close?" Leia sympathized, knowing that even if he had stayed on the reservation he would've ultimately be taken away by the government to one of those schools.

"Nah, he was gone most of the time working and whenever he was home all we ever did was argue. He died so suddenly too, so we never were able to make amends." Han looks at Leia for the first time during this. "I ran cons on the streets of Denver with a few other kids who lost parents before I had enough to get myself to New Orleans. It seemed like good place at the time, at least better than the West and there were jobs running within the crime rings."

"There was a girl." Leia surmises, raising an eyebrow at Han. He looks at her, slightly offended at her guess. He points to himself as his brows knit in response. "You're not fooling me."

"Alright there was a girl." Han relents. "We had grown up together until we were sixteen and she…. well it doesn't matter. It wasn't good and I went to New Orleans, hoping to find her."

"And did you?"

"It doesn't matter." He replies, bringing her hand up to press a kiss to it. She grinned at the gesture and the sentiment. She breaks away when the coffee is ready, pouring them both a cup. Han thanks her when she sets his cup down in front of him, she sits down in her previous seat with her coffee.

He gazes at her as she slowly drinks her coffee, she was the first person he had ever disclosed his past to. She was maybe the first person, besides Chewie, who understood what it was like to face trauma as he had.

Author's Note:

I am finally back with a new chapter, wasn't sure if I was going to finish this story as I got so busy since December. I was going to University full time and I took on two jobs so I really didn't have time. I'm going to try to update regularly over the spring and summer.

XOXO, Tamorasky.