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Here's one insanely mushy chapter…

Chapter 34

One week later…

Han was walking Leia slowly toward their destination. He was covering her eyes with his hands, which Leia protested against slightly, but she was smiling all the same. The last week had been really good; the agency was a huge success, and luckily for both of them, Leia's symptoms of morning sickness had been gradually subsiding. Since everything was going so perfectly, Leia had no idea what Han was going to surprise her with. It seemed as if they had everything already.

Han had still not removed his hands from her eyes, and Leia was starting to lose her patience. They had already walked for what seemed to be a kilometer this way, and she was tiring of it.

"Han, can't you just let me see? We must be there by now. What can be so important, anyway?"

"You'll see, Sweetheart. I promise you it'll be worth it," Han replied, exercising as much self-restraint as he could to not show Leia right then.

He led her a little bit further, until they approached their final destination. Han stopped, and as he saw that the sun had reached the perfect position, bathing everything in a soft light, he removed his hands from his wife's eyes. She gasped when she saw the completely unexpected - a large stone house, beautifully carved in the ancient Alderaanian style. The architecture was flawless, with arches and high bay windows adding to the elegance of the home. It was surrounded by a garden filled with some of Leia's favorite flowers – paloquais from Alderaan, francha blossoms from Corellia, and onellias from Ithor. A stone pathway wove from the entrance through the garden, and ended at an immense tree. The tree held a long wooden swing in its branches, which slowly rocked back and forth with the gentle wind. It was a paradise seemingly untouched by technology, a place they could actually call home.

Leia grasped Han's arm, speechless and uncomprehending of the sight. It reminded her of home back on Alderaan, so beautiful and full of life. Seemingly without her own volition, she led her husband to the swing, where they sat down together, Leia resting her head on his shoulder. She looked at the house, then at Han, then back at the house. She was sure that she was dreaming, but she felt that she should enjoy herself while she was here, and at least pretend it was real.

"Han…" she rasped, still trying to control her voice, choked up with emotion. "Han, is this…ours?"

"Yeah, it sure is."

"How did you have the time, the money…?"

"Well, as for the money, I can just say that I've got connections that made the whole money thing a non-issue. As for the time…do you remember all those times in the last month or so that I went to go work on the Falcon?"

"Yes," she replied, comprehension dawning. "You mean you haven't been working on the Falcon all this time?"

"Nope. I've been working on what I like to call 'Project Leia's Dream House.' I thought it was more important than working on the Falcon."

"More important than working on the Falcon? I didn't know that such a thing existed!"

"Yeah, well, she seemed to be running fine last time I checked, so I thought that she could just rest for a little bit. Told her that I had to focus on the other woman in my life," Han said with a grin.

"How'd she take the news?"

"Pretty badly at first, but once she realized how important you are to me, she let up a bit."

"We are talking about the Falcon, right?"

"Yup. But let's change the subject for a bit, shall we? Do you like it? Do you think it'll be good enough for the kid and everything?"

"Oh, Han, I can't believe you need to ask! It's beautiful; it's perfect. There's no place I would rather live. There's no place I would rather have our children grow up."

"I thought you would like it. So, do you want to go inside? It's not empty or anything. I mean, we still need to move the stuff in from our apartment and all, but Lando got some people to do some decorating, so it's pretty interesting."

"You got Lando involved? I'm afraid to look now."

"No, it's fine, I promise. I didn't let them do everything they wanted to. I mean, they wanted to paint the baby's room pink for Force's sake. I told them no kid of mine was going to have a pink room, and made them change the color. They were pretty upset, but I just reminded them of what I was going to do to the reporter, and after that they were fine with it."

"Han! You used that to threaten them? I thought you wanted to avoid that incident."

Han shrugged. "Well, it got the job done."

Leia merely rolled her eyes, sure that one day she was going to lose the ability to roll them due to overuse. "What if we have a girl? Would you still be opposed to pink?"

"Well, a little pink would be fine, but you should have seen the color they wanted to use. I'm pretty sure that paint has blinded people with its brightness at some point."

"Well, then I guess it's okay."

Han then took her hand in his, and led her to the front door of the house, which had "Solo" carved at the top in ancient Alderaanian script. Leia shook her head, amazed at how lucky she was to have Han as her husband, and brought him closer to her. Together, they walked inside.