You Learn by Alanis Morissette

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

Still in his embrace, Jaina was looking down at her hands as they clasped together in front of her. Jag watched the crown of her head, her chestnut hair falling forward to create a sort of frame around her face. The fact that she had suddenly become so serious, suddenly lost some sense of 'fun', set unconscious warning bells off inside his head. He didn't know what to think. What if she had some deadly disease? What if they were sending her off to some other base? What if-

Jaina was looking up at him again, one eyebrow raised at him. Jag offered her a weak smile, still unsure if he wanted to hear this 'I have something to tell you'.

"Jagged Fel, you can 'what if' yourself to death, and if you do that, you're going to start sounding a lot like Jacen. It has nothing to do with a disease or being given a new assignment," she said, extricating herself from his grip. Instead, she walked to the back of the chair he had been sitting in, thumbs kneading into the material. "Jag... I'm pregnant."

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Jag, who had been ready to go to stand at her side, stopped short of taking the step forward. Shock lingered around in his mind, reverberating around the sudden void there. Pregnant? Impossible... Suddenly he realized she was looking at him again, waiting for him to say something. Her face almost looked as if she were expecting him to pass judgment.

Watching her, his mind finally seemed to come up with a sentence that had proper structure. Unfortunately, his tongue didn't seem to be quite about to wrap around it. Knowing that if he spoke straight off it would sound rather blatantly messed up, he took a calming breath- or as calming as was possible in the present situation- and retuned his gaze to hers.

"Y-you're pregnant..." he repeated, almost as if it were more to himself than her. Jaina nodded carefully, her face still tight, seemingly unsure as to what she should say. Jag walked around the chair she was standing in front of and immediately slumped himself in it.

"Wow," was all he could say for a minute. "Wow." Then he looked over at Jaina, who had come around the side of the chair carefully. "That's," a smile began to shine on his face, "wonderful!"

I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears

If anything, that was the complete opposite of what Jaina had expected him to say. Well, she thought, at least he doesn't think I've been sleeping around with other guys while he was gone.

Before she could think anything else, she was being pulled into a hug by a thoroughly overenthusiastic Jag Fel. Jaina smiled into his shirt as he kissed the top of her head, then buried her face in the spice-scented cloth. Everything was going to be okay, everything...

Jaina's head jolted up at a sudden though. What the Sith was she going to tell her parents? Leia would most likely have more than a few comments to make, while her father... She paled at the thought. Han Solo, with all of his protective nature, was dead serious when he said it was carbonite for whoever touched his daughter. She just hoped it wouldn't end up that way for Jag. Her father wouldn't do that to her, not when she needed Jag most, would he? A nasty little part of her conscience quickly corrected her pleading thought with an answer of, Of course he would.

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Across the room, Jaina was lying on the couch, her hair down and splattered across the arm of the piece of furniture and then off and across her face. Jag stood in the doorway, watching her as she slept, a slight smile on his face. While she slept, she seemed to have no troubles at all, her dreams untouched by daily life.

With a soft sigh, he walked over to the couch, one hand in his jacket pocket, fingering the small box there. Part of him was nervous, nervous she'd say no, nervous merely because it seemed the feeling to be right now. And while Jag was used to feeling more than his usual emotion around Jaina Solo, he never would get used to the effect she held over his nerves.

However, hadn't she told him only a few hours ago about her own 'problem'? Her worry? Her fear of the month...or, rather, her fear for the next nine months? Actually, it was probably more like the next eight months, since there was no way she could've gotten pregnant just a week ago, since he was in the Unknown Regions. And Jag most certainly didn't' think she would've told him if it hadn't been he who would be blamed by Han Solo for getting his daughter pregnant.

Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

With a slight sigh, Jag walked over to where Jaina lay asleep, her face unaltered from a moment before. Smiling very slightly at the face, Jag pushed a wisp of hair that had fallen across her face back behind her ear. Jaina's face turned ever-so-slightly so that her lips met his palm.

Her eyes flicked open to stare at him, a smile lighting her features. Silently, Jag thanked the stars that he had returned to base the night before Twin Suns had a day off. That left the entirety of this day to him and Jaina. Now if only he could think of a way to get the words out the right way.

Jaina stretched while he thought, getting the kinks out of her neck and arms from sleeping on a couch. Not that they weren't comfortable, mind, but it wasn't as good as an actual bed. Jag glanced over at Jaina, watching her as she sat up, hands quickly braiding up her loose hair. Deciding it was now or never, Jag's fingers closed on the box in his pocket.

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Jaina gaped as Jag got down on one knee in front of her, expression dead serious. Immediately, before he even said anything, she knew what he was going to say. Still, her mind wasn't quite functioning at the rate it normally would be after she'd just woken up. No, it was functioning at 'You are now in a state of shock' level.

"Jaina, I realize this might seem a bit out of place, considering everything else you've said today. This hasn't been effected at all by what you told me; I had wanted to ask you this long before now," he said. Then, taking a deep breath, he asked her, "Jaina Solo, will you marry me?"

She stared at him, still frozen in shock, for a few seconds, not noticing his hand had come from his pocket. Blinking once, she felt a smile skim across her face. Before he could say or do anything, she pulled him up from his kneeling position, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. When they drew apart, Jag had a smile on his face that was nearly as big as her own. "I take that as a yes?"

"Yes, it is," Jaina agreed, smiling up at him.

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn