The Real Leia – Thank you so much! I must say this is one of the best fic's I've ever read. Wow! That's quite a compliment! Thank you!
I checked out your story, which is very good, but the only problem is I've never read any books by Tamora Pierce before, so I don't really
know the characters or anything. The books look very interesting, though!
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Arwen Skywalker – Yes, it was sweet of Han, wasn't it? When a lot of readers reply as you all have lately, I'm more likely to be less apathetic in getting up new chapters. Thank you!
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Chapter 36
As Han and Leia relaxed in their new bed, Leia began seriously thinking about whether or not she wanted to find out if their baby was a boy or girl. She hadn't really even thought about it before now, but seeing the baby's room permanently stuck the unrelenting question in her head. She unconsciously entwined her fingers with Han's – a gesture that she often made when she was thinking – and leaned back into him. She supposed Han should have a say in the matter, especially after all he had done for her today. She hadn't even asked him what the custom was on Corellia, so she had no idea how he would respond to the question.
She nudged him with her elbow, but he merely rolled over on his side, snoring. She clasped his shoulders and shook him, but he did not show any sign of awareness. Annoyed, she shook him a little bit harder, but this only caused him to snore louder.
"Han," she whispered, not sure exactly why she felt the need to. "Han…wake up. I have a question to ask you."
He merely snorted, and mumbled something that sounded like, "Sing to me, Chewie."
"Han," she said a little bit louder. When he still did not respond, she took her right forefinger and poked him in the shoulder, a gesture that she knew he hated, and was likely to rouse him. His eyes fluttered open, and his mouth turned from a slight smile into a frown.
"Why'd you do that? I was just sleepin', and you thought it would be a good idea to go and poke me?"
Leia nodded. "Han, sorry about poking you, even though I'm not really sure why that bothers you so much, but I have a question to ask you. Do you want to find out the sex of the baby while I'm pregnant, or wait until the birth?"
"Well, this certainly couldn't have waited," Han growled. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it, to tell you the truth."
"I know. I hadn't thought about it either, until today. What was the tradition on Corellia? Did parents usually find out, or wait?"
"I can't really say that I'm an expert on Corellian methods of child-rearing, but I think most parents found out before the kid was born. Corellian's aren't usually very patient people, you know."
"Yes, I know that pretty well. So, what do you think, personally? Do you want to find out?" Leia asked, leaning forward in anticipation of his response.
"I'm kinda thinking about finding out, if you want to, that is. I think it would be more fun, knowing whether I'm talking to a boy or girl when I talk to your stomach."
Leia laughed, unsure of whether or not she wanted to unleash a knowledgeable Han on her belly. She decided then, however, that she did really want to find out whether their child was a boy or girl. She did enough conversing with her child with the Force herself that the idea of knowing whom she was talking to was very appealing.
"I do want to find out, Han. Do you want to go have an appointment tomorrow?"
"Sure, but I think that it would probably make more sense for you to have an appointment than me," he jibbed.
"Very funny," she replied, turning away from him in mock anger. He responded by wrapping his arms around her, placing his hands on her belly.
"Oh, Han," Leia sighed. "I can't even pretend to be mad at you right now." She sat back for a moment, before a realization suddenly hit her. "Han, what about the apartment? Don't we have to get everything out? I have all my clothes there, and all my papers for my meeting tomorrow, and all my work!"
"I know," he replied. "Don't worry, I took care of everything. I brought some of your clothes and stuff over here, and we can swing past the apartment tomorrow to get all your work. We can move out of the place by tomorrow night, if you want."
"Do you always think of everything, Han?" Leia asked.
"Yep, pretty much. So, is it a plan? We'll go to the doctor after work tomorrow and then move out?"
"Sounds wonderful to me."
