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Chapter 7
Leia exited the side room positively radiant with joy. Han eyed her quizzically, wondering what could possibly have made her so happy.
"I'll leave the two of you alone. You can leave as soon as you're ready, I just have to file your papers," the doctor said, and Leia thought that she saw the doctor wink slyly in her direction.
Leia sidled up to her dashing husband, and smiled beautifully as she saw the confused look on his face. He was so cute when he was confused! She was about to sit on the chair next to Han, but instead opted to sit on his lap.
"Han, darling," Leia started with maternal bliss. "I have something to tell you that will change our lives forever."
Han looked into her eyes, and she thought that he looked even more confused, if possible, than before. She wrapped her slender arms around his muscular chest and kissed him softly before pulling back and placing her hands on his shoulders. She looked lovingly into his perplexed eyes, and told him the two words that would govern the rest of his life.
"I'm pregnant."
Han's face rapidly morphed from confusion to utter astonishment and shock. Leia thought that at that moment she could have knocked him over with a feather. He looked away, as if looking to see if there was some other woman telling some other husband those words nearby, and that he had just thought it was Leia expressing them. He turned back to Leia, who looked absolutely euphoric, and knew that it was his wife telling him that she was pregnant.
"You...you're...I'm gonna be a father?" Han stuttered.
"Yes, Han, you're going to be a father, and I'm going to be a mother. We're going to be parents!"
Han sat gawking at her for what seemed like hours before standing up and twirling his petite wife around, showering her with kisses. He kissed her neck, eyes, and cheekbones before finally taking her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. Leia leaned into the kiss, wishing that they were in a more private room.
Han pulled away from the kiss, eyes shining, and bore his gaze into the woman who had pledged her love to him. His mate, the woman pregnant with his child.
"We're going to be parents!" Han declared, more confident than before. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you."
"I know," Leia said before leaning up for another kiss. Han met her halfway, promising his love and devotion for years to come.
When they were finished, Leia pulled back with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Hey, hotshot, why don't we head to the hotel? This hospital isn't very private."
"Um...well...I didn't exactly book us a hotel. I just figured..."
"Han! You didn't book us a hotel? What, did you think we were going to sleep in the street?"
Han looked at her with a look of pure innocence, and Leia glared at him, hands on hips. She fumed silently, and Han suddenly started laughing.
"Got ya!"
"Han Solo! How dare you tease me like that?" Leia cried, and if Han had known her less he would have thought that she really was upset. He knew, however, that she was just bantering playfully.
"Well, as a great person once said, it's because I'm a scoundrel."
"I think those words were taken out of context," Leia said and kissed him quickly before pulling him out of the room.
"You'd better have gotten us a good room, flyboy, or I might not forgive your antics," Leia said as she pulled him through the hospital hallways. Her behavior belied her statement, however. She looked, as usual, as if she was going to tackle him in the hallway.
"Yes, dear. I actually got us an excellent room, I think."
"You think? What, you didn't do any research?" Leia asked, incredulous.
"No. I mean, I used to live here, so I know where the good hotels used to be. I just assumed that they were still good."
"Han, why do I feel like this is a good time to say 'I have a bad feeling about this?'"
"Well, Sweetheart, because it is a perfectly good time to say it."
"Okay, then, I'll say it: I have a bad feeling about this."
