SailorLeia – Thank you so much! Your enthusiasm is exciting! Ty will be a main character in the story for a while (then he will become secondary), so it's good you like him. Here's a new update…

Sweetdeath04 – Thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I don't think I ever read Paradise Snare, so that's really interesting that Ty is similar to Han. Maybe some fan fiction relating to that book has rubbed off on me.

Chapter 9

As they entered the hotel, they were greeted by a stench unequaled by any they had encountered in all of their travels.

"What is that smell?" Han asked, wrinkling his nose.

The Hutt at the front counter chuckled slightly at Han's remark and replied, "Oh, do you like my new deodorant?"

"Um, you weren't a good friend of Jabba, were you?" Leia asked worriedly.

"That overgrown ball of slime? No way! His tactics were always too brutal for me. So, do you have a reservation or are you just wasting my time?" the Hutt replied.

"Nice service here, huh?" Han whispered into Leia's ear.

Leia squeezed Han's hand in response to his jibe, and tried to hold back a smile. "Yes sir, we do have a reservation. It should be under Solo. Our reservation was for two originally, but now we have three."

The Hutt turned his hover chair slightly to the left in order to access the reservation files. The number of files was extremely small, probably due to the fact that the hotel was hardly in an ideal part of Corellia.

"Let's see…I have a reservation for a Han and Leia Solo, is that you?"

"Yeah, that's us. Can you change our room to a suite, so this little tyke doesn't have to be stuck with us?" Han asked.

"Maybe. It'll cost you, though. How much are you willing to pay for your precious privacy?"

"We don't care about the cost. We just want to upgrade our room," Leia replied.

"The price is tripled, then."

"Wait just one minute!" Han shouted furiously, oblivious to Leia's indications that he should behave for Ty's sake. "Don't think I'll stand for that! I don't know who you think you are but…"

Leia cut off Han by placing her tiny hand over his mouth. "Forgive my husband, he's a little eccentric. We'll pay for the upgrade, but only if you can promise us that we won't have any disturbances during our stay."

The Hutt looked at her, swishing his slimy tail, and chuckled again. "You have my promise. Here's your room key. It's on the third floor, room 45. Enjoy your stay. Oh, and please control your husband during your stay here, I'm a very delicate creature."

Han looked at both the Hutt and his wife, dumbfounded, and wondered where his intimidating stance and menacing glare had gone. It usually had beings quivering before him within seconds. He supposed that this quality had disappeared about the time he married Leia, seeing as how he was never able to go very far with his threats with her standing there shushing him all the time.

Leia had grabbed the key and little Ty's hand and was already leading him to the turbolift. Han followed, and decided that he would talk to Leia later about her control issues. Maybe. If she was in a good mood.

As the turbolift came to a rickety halt they stepped off into a hallway that smelled of mildew and the body odors of various galactic scum. There were three doors, and all of them looked to be of poor quality. The one to the right was room 45, and Leia inserted the old-fashioned key into the lock and the door slid open. They entered a suite that was probably one-eighth the size of the one they lived in on New Alderaan, with a ragged couch and century-old holovision in one corner and a single bed to the left with a tattered, faded, blue curtain sectioning off the two "rooms." There was a small refresher unit next to the bedroom, which Leia eyed with interest. Suddenly she bolted toward the 'fresher, and Han looked over to Ty with a grin on his face.

"It's started, kid"

Ty looked up at Han with widened eyes, "What's started, sir?"

"She's starting to get morning sickness."

"What's morning sickness?"

"Um, well, when a woman is going to have a baby she gets sick sometimes. Sometimes it's in the morning and sometimes it's in the afternoon or night or something," Han said, looking somewhat confused.

"She's going to have a baby? Are you going to be a daddy?"

"Yup. I am, Kid. I just found out a coupla' hours ago. It's gonna be interesting to have a little baby around."

"Well, that's good, sir. I think you'll be a good daddy. You are really nice to me," Ty said earnestly.

"Thanks, kid. By the way, you can call me Han. I don't like anyone calling me sir."

"Oh, sure, um, Han. So, why are you so nice to me? Are you with the new government? That's good if you are, I hated the Empire."

"Yeah. My wife and I fought in the Rebellion. Well, she did mostly - I just kinda hung around," he said, attempting to downplay his performance in the war to keep the boy from practically worshipping him. "We're actually on vacation right now, but we wanted to help you out," Han kneeled down so that he was eyelevel with the boy. "I used to be just like you when I was your age. My parents died when I was little, and I had to live on the streets as a kid. Would you like it if Leia and I looked for a home for you, and some really nice people to stay with?"

"Would you really do that?"

"Of course! Anything to help a little buddy."

"Well, then I would like that very much. Thank you…friend."

"You're welcome," Han said, and then heard water flushing. "Let's go see how Leia's doing now."