She lost track of time, forgot when Han has said he would be back. It wasn't long– it couldn't have been, otherwise, she surely would have gone insane. It was as if she lost time; when Han returned, she couldn't recall what she'd spent her hours alone doing. She was sure she hadn't called him, so she'd remained here. Waiting. Doing– what exactly?

Leia supposed she hadn't really been doing anything at all. The morning's haze began to fade when the hotel room's door clicked and Han stepped in. When she saw him, found herself standing in the entryway, watching his every move, the last few hours suddenly rushed back to her, and it surprised her. She swallowed a sob she didn't mean to utter as she recalled that her morning had very much been a haze, such long hours of absolutely nothing– excruciatingnothingness, unsure if she was anxious for Han to return or not. And vomiting. But– now– she supposed that was only to be expected.

Now, here was Han. Han was here, right in front of her, staring at her. Stars, was it obvious? It had to be obvious that something wasn't– right. He had to realize something was wrong. He could see through her, couldn't he? But what would he think? Would he even guess– be able to guess– how was it not his every thought in this moment as it was hers? What could he possibly be thinking about if he wasn't thinking–

The door shut softly behind him, and before he could even smile at her, say 'hello', take her in his arms and assure her he had missed her so, he saw her–

And his brows drew together, wrinkled in concern.

"What's wrong?" were the first words from his mouth.

And at just that much, Leia was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold herself together for a moment more.

Dropping his comm and vest where he stood, Han started forward and took hold of her shoulders. "Leia." When he used her name– her real first name– he was serious. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Words. Wonderful words. Where could she start? Fierfek! Her mind screamed and screeched, coming up with a million things she could say, but her tongue was heavy and dry in her mouth. Her heart was racing– she could feel it, her pulse pounding in her wrists, rib cage, stomach. She could almost feel herself getting sick again …

"Leia?"

His hazel eyes were so soft. It took a certain amount of will from Leia not to drown in them, bask in their comfort.

"Hey, c'mon, sweetheart. You're scaring me–"

"This is your fault!"

"Wha–?"

That– was not– Truthfully, Leia had had no idea of what she would say, how she would broach the topic. But she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised her first words were no more eloquent than her current thoughts.

"I– we need to talk."

Okay, that was good. Not too bad. Leia took a shuddering breath in mild relief. As for Han, he didn't appear any bit relieved.

For a moment, she blocked out her surroundings, ignored her frantic pulse. Her recollection of this morning was still returning to her, and she tried to recall her first thoughts. What has she first thought? Had she had any intelligible thoughts that she could share with Han? Some gentle first words to tell him?

"Hey, why don't I wash up while you take a minute to relax. Sit down, get some caf, then we can talk about– whatever this is."

Sit down. Caf. That all sounded nice. Except– she thought she'd heard once that it was ill-advised for a woman to have caf while–

"I won't be long," Han called from the refresher.

It was coming back to her. She could remember sitting on the sani, clutching the little stick in both hands before stumbling before the sink and dropping the–

"Han! Wait!" Leia regained some strength as she hurried to catch up to him, distract him before he could see–

He was already done, dragging a hand towel down his face, then shaking his head over the sink, opening his eyes–

Of course, it wasn't one of those tests that required a key. No one line or two to signify whatnot. No, in her nonchalant drugstore spree, Leia had plucked off the shelf– without any intention – the most straightforward pack of tests she could have found. Rather than having a moment to piece it together and recall what each pattern of lines on the little screen meant, the answer had been spelled out for her letter for letter as soon as she'd looked.

As soon as Han saw.

Pregnant.