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HanSolosGal – Hehe…how many times have you read it? Now I'm writing the paper about the battle of the sexes, so it's funny that this chapter seems to fit in there. If only I could find a way to fit Star Wars in!
SailorLeia – Thank you! Those two were always competitive, so I'm sure there would be some interesting battles! As the Spice Girls said, "Girl Powa!"
Thejedistarfiregrayson – Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! May the Force be with you as well!
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C h a p t e r 4 3
Han waited for Leia to reply, confident that she would let him play against her two more times, and that he would beat her in both games. His wife, however, wasn't so conciliatory.
"No, I won," Leia replied, crossing her arms in defiance.
"C'mon, Leia. You know that you only won because I wasn't paying attention. That's not a good way to win, is it?"
"It's your own fault if you weren't paying attention," Leia admonished.
"Hey, Ty," Han entreated, grasping at straws to preserve his dignity. "You agree with me, right? We should have a rematch, huh?"
"Uh, I don't know. She did win…" Ty stammered.
"Hey, Kid, I thought you were on my side!"
"Humph. And you said you weren't a sore loser," Leia sniffed.
"I never said that!" Han grumbled, glaring out the window in defiance. His childish fit was almost cute, and Leia intended to use it to her advantage.
"Oh, poor Hanny," Leia cooed, sauntering toward him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Winning isn't everything, you know."
"Or maybe it is!" Han argued, merely because he wasn't willing to concede her point.
"Is it more important than having a happy wife?"
"Maybe not, but it is if she's happy because she beat me!"
"But what if beating you makes her more…amorous?"
"Well, if that's the case, then maybe…" Han began, before he was cut off with a passionate kiss from his wife. When she pulled back, Han's mood had magically transformed from testy to…not testy.
"Okay, Your Highness, you can beat me any time you want," Han grinned.
A flash of fabric was barely visible as the little boy sprinted from the room.
"Ty, it's okay. You can come back," Leia called to the disgusted child.
"That's okay, I found my room. I'll see you when you're done kissing!" Ty said.
"See ya in a few hours, Kid!" Han replied.
"Han!" Leia scolded. "We'll save it for later. Ty's only been here a little while."
"So much for amorous," Han muttered.
"Ty, we're done kissing. Don't worry," Leia soothed.
Ty entered the room slowly, making sure that Leia was telling the truth. When he saw that the coast was clear, he went over to them and sat on one of the couches.
"You need to tell me next time you get all yucky," he insisted.
"We will, don't worry," Han told him, not as angry as he would have normally been.
"Ty," Leia said, taking a seat next to him. "Did you know that our baby is a boy?"
"No. Really?" Ty asked, excitement visible in his wide blue eyes. "And we can play games together?"
"Of course, Ty," Han promised, coming toward the two and ruffling the boy's hair.
"And maybe he'll be lucky and get his hologame skills from his mother," Leia jested.
"Hey! I was gonna beat you! You probably used your Jedi powers against me, anyway," Han claimed.
"Oh, sure. It's all the Force's fault, isn't it?" Leia said, rolling her eyes heavenward.
"I don't think she did, Han. I think she actually beat you," Ty teased his hero.
"Oh, yeah?" Han said, knowing an easy way to get back at Ty. He leaned toward Leia, put a hand gently behind her head, and softly kissed her, conveying as much love and tenderness as possible.
"Aaahhh!" Ty shrieked as he bolted out of the room.
Han decided that Leia beating him wasn't so bad after all.
