Okay, I want to say/ask two things.

First, I was considering changing the story's summary, as I had some ideas to how it could be improved, and I just wanted to make sure that this would pose no problems for anyone in finding the story on the site, etc. Please tell me if this would be a problem for anyone, or if for some reason they think it should be left alone. Feedback would be very much appreciated.

Second, I want to give a little background to this that may add to the humor of this chapter. The Courtship of Princess Leia (otherwise known as COPL) is infamous among many Han and Leia fans for perceived poor characterization, unrealistic situations, and lack of romance (no offense is meant against the author, just stating the opinions of others), and most especially for the character of Prince Isolder. He had long, blonde hair, rippling muscles, and the ability to make Leia consider him over Han. Therefore, due to his appearance and character, he was dubbed by many H/L fans "Prince Fabio." "Prince Fabio" became a character in his own right, as you will see.

Chapter 62

Everyone had gone to bed in high spirits, looking forward to the next day. The new parents were not expecting their next day to start two hours after they fell asleep, however. They had been comfortable in their warm bed, dreaming of the angelic features of their son, when they were rudely awakened. At first they weren't sure what the noise was, thinking that it was possibly alarms again, and were almost shocked when they realized that it was Alden crying. They had imagined him sleeping for ten hours longer judging by the length of time he had slept the day before – evidently they were a little off in their supposition.

Leia rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bassinette. She saw little Alden's face, red and scrunched up, as he continued to bawl. She picked him up and rocked him gently in her arms, sending him soothing thoughts. He calmed down slightly and his color began to return to normal, but he did not stop crying.

She felt Han's warm body brush up against her back, and almost jumped as he spoke softly into her ear.

"I think he's hungry, sweetheart," he whispered. "I would act like I was too, if I were him."

She rolled her eyes, but proceeded to feed Alden. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"I mean exactly what you think I mean."

"And what do you think I think you mean?"

"That he gets his food from a particularly nice source," he replied, most likely grinning, though his facial expressions were difficult to see in the dark.

"You are absolutely juvenile," she replied, feigning exasperation.

"Not me – you must be talking about squirt here," Han replied, gently brushing his son's soft cheek.

"Our son will never have your warped sense of humor. He will be extremely well-educated and will thus be above such immature behavior," Leia replied, lifting her chin haughtily. Her true feelings were given away by the smile she attempted to hide, but she decided to play along with her chosen character for a while longer. "His high-education will keep him from having any questionable tendencies."

"If our son starts becoming a sissy because of his 'high-education,' I'll kidnap him from school and take him on a supply run on the Falcon. Once he sees how much better it is he'll never want to go back."

"Would not I have a say in the matter?" Leia asked.

"Surely we'll be divorced long before that," he stated in as serious a voice as he could muster.

"And you would be violating your restraining order," Leia returned.

Alden hiccupped, bringing the attention of both parents back to their newborn son.

"I guess he wants us to stop, huh?" Han asked. He leaned down close to his son and whispered. "Don't worry, kiddo, we're just joking. There's nothing in this universe that would break us apart. Unless a prince from some random planet with long, flowing, blonde hair comes to the door and demands your mother's hand, of course."

At that moment, someone knocked at the door. The sound reverberated through the house, and was almost deafening in comparison to their near-silence. Han stood up; both angry that someone would come here so early in the morning and surprised that someone would come at that exact moment. He opened the door and was met with someone of his exact description, who was wearing a flowing purple gown (how it was flowing without any wind was highly questionable), stared with piercing eyes and was holding a mirror in his right hand.

"You called?" the man asked, sweeping his waterfall-like hair back with his left hand as he held up the mirror to check his handiwork.

"Not really," Han scoffed.

"But you did. I have special radar, telling me when someone wants me. You want me, do you not?"

"No, I really do not."

"Of course you want me. Everyone want Fabio, prince of planet Ican'tbelieve, not to confuse with planet It's Notbutter. Except for planet of Gooselvania, of course. Geese have been at war with Ican'tbelievians for centuries."

"Tragic," Han drawled, looking for a subject to divert his attention. "So, what's the problem between your planets?"

"It happened from commercial. Ican'tbelievians and It's Notbutters made a margarine together, and put commercial on holovison. I was spokesperson. Geese no like commercial, call it 'annoying,' so they start war."

"I thought you said that the war has been going on for centuries."

"Oh," the prince mumbled. "I was wrong. War start after commercial, has been happening for few years. First act of war when I went on ride on my planet, not suspecting anything. Goose try to ruin my beautiful face."

As Han was listening to the prince's speech, Leia came out of the bedroom without Alden, evidently done feeding him.

"Han, Alden fell asleep again. You can come back to bed," she suggested, not looking at his companion. When Han did not respond immediately she looked up, amazed to see the god-like figure standing in her doorway. "Han…who is that?"

"Uh, Leia, this is Fabio, prince of Ican'tbelieve. Fabio, this is my wife Leia."

The two greeted each other politely, with Fabio stooping down to kiss her hand.

"Such soft hands you have. It is shame they are not soft as mine," he remarked, checking his hair in the mirror again.

"Sure," Leia said, moving closer to Han to whisper to him. "What is that man doing in our house? He's kind of scary-looking."

"I know. I think he's delusional, so just play along with it for a while. He thinks that the planet of 'Gooselvania' is at war with his home planet."

"Okay," she replied, wondering why this had to happen to them. She turned to Fabio. "So, Prince Fabio, what are you doing on New Alderaan?"

"I come here to pose for covers of romance holo-novels. Fabio is God's gift to women. When they see my face on cover of holo-novel, they must buy."

"Um, okay…so why exactly are you here?"

"Because you want me, of course."

"No, I'm sorry Fabio…"

"Prince Fabio," he interrupted.

"Okay, Prince Fabio, I just had a baby and I am very tired, so it would be extraordinarily nice if you left now. Otherwise I might have to call the authorities."

"The authorities?" Fabio asked, eyes growing wide with fear. "I will go now. But wait, I must give this to you first," he said as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a blue and silver container and threw it to her.

She looked it over, seeing that the description deemed it "Fabio's Healing Cream."

"Put on hands five times every day," he told her. "Then hands look good as mine."

"Uh, thank you," she stuttered.

"No act is too kind when beauty involved. If you ever need beautiful face, look for Fabio," he said, and then twirled out of the house with a flourish.

"Han, I'm pretty sure that that's the strangest thing that has ever happened to us."

"And I think that it's the strangest thing that will ever happen to us," he replied, and then the two of them walked back to bed.