Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. Timothy Zahn created Jaina. Story inspired by the song Papa Don't Preach, originally sung by Madonna.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for this; Kelly Osborne made me do it.
Rating: G
Timing Being Everything…
Jaina stood outside her parents' quarters, sending a hesitant tendril of the Force past the door. No, her mother definitely was not in there. But the strong presence of her father was. Taking a deep breath, Jaina opened the door.
Han Solo lay on the couch, snoring softly. It was good to see him relaxing; he'd hardly done that since Chewbacca had died. Compounded with Anakin's death and Jacen's disappearance, Jaina found it a wonder that her father could even sit down. She herself couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten a full night's sleep.
Sitting down on the couch, Jaina watched her father. Everyone else had taken the news fairly well; Mara, Luke and even Kyp had agreed to stay silent until she decided to tell her parents. Jag had been on edge for days, but was supportive.
It was the hardest thing she ever had to do to wake her father up. But she knew he would break the news to her mother gently.
"Daddy," she whispered, finding it odd that she would use such a childlike word at a moment like this. "Daddy, you have to wake up. I need to tell you something."
Han snored loudly once, and then opened his left eye. "Hi there, kiddo," he said through his yawn. "What's up?"
She took a deep breath. "You have to promise not to get angry."
Immediately, Han was sitting upright, eyes wide and void of sleep. He looked around. He was worried, Jaina realized; anger was the farthest emotion from his mind.
"What's wrong, Jaina?"
Another deep breath that she let out in a long sigh. "I'm…Jag and I…you're going to be a grandfather."
She was surprised his eyes could get any wider than they already were. He tried to stand up, but it only resulted in him falling back down on the couch. He wasn't looking at her anymore, but beyond the wall, beyond the door, beyond everything.
"Of all times, Jaina…" he began, and she threw up her hand to stop him.
"I know, Dad, I know. We didn't mean for this to happen. It's not like I woke up one morning and said 'Gee, the galaxy is falling apart around me, maybe Jag and I should bring a child into the mess'. Please, give me a little more credit than that." The speech, well rehearsed, sounded very natural coming out of her. She had expected that argument. \
He shook his head, slowly. "Who else knows?"
"Uncle Luke, Aunt Mara, and Kyp." He raised an eyebrow. "And Jag too, obviously."
He put his hand on her back, stroking it absently. "What are you going to do about it?" His voice was quiet, and she could feel his disappointment.
She tried to smile. "We decided to have the baby." His face, although pained, indicated he had known that answer was coming. "Jag loves me, Dad, and I love him. I guess we thought that maybe, if we got out of this, we might start a family or something. Things just happened quicker than we thought."
Han was lost again, staring out into the war. He had raised Jaina and her siblings during interesting times, but nothing as interesting as these.
"Say it's okay with you, Daddy. Tell me I made the right choice."
Han wrapped his arms around his daughter, and she buried her face in his shoulder. How could he tell her this was the most foolish thing anyone had ever done? Luke and Mara had just had a child; he and Leia had done crazier things than this.
He kissed the top of her head. "How are we going to tell your mother?"