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Chapter 70

The next morning, Han and Leia were forced awake, like usual, from the sound of Alden's wailing. Neither of them had any desire to remove themselves from the warmth of each other's arms, but Alden was always their first priority, so the necessity to provide for his wellbeing overrode whatever they desired at the moment.

"I'm coming, little monster," Leia mumbled as she regretfully removed Han's arms from their position across her waist.

Han slumped back into an almost childlike stance of discontent. He watched his wife with crossed arms and one eye closed, protesting the act of waking up. Leia slipped on her robe, tying the sash tightly, and walked toward the door.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked, crossing her arms in a conscious imitation of her husband.

"Do I really need to? It seems like you don't really need my help when you're feeding him."

"Since when has that stopped you from coming into his room with me in the morning? I thought it was your job to annoy me with dumb jokes while I'm trying to feed him."

"My jokes aren't dumb! The guys always laugh at them…"

"My point exactly," Leia retorted.

He scowled at her. "Well, why is it that I can't just stay here one morning? The tyke won't miss his pop too much."

"Why are you so adamant about staying in the bunk this morning? You usually enjoy checking on your son when he wakes up."

"I'm just tired, s'all. You wore me out last night," he grinned.

"And that's supposed to make me pity you?"

"Pretty much."

Leia let out a loud, exasperated sigh and left the room to check on her needy son. His full-fledged crying calmed down to a slight whimper at the sight of his mother, but then as he remembered his reason for calling to her in the first place he began bawling again.

"Shh, shh," Leia whispered, approaching the crib. "Mama's here to help."

Lifting her son out of his crib, she began feeding him. She reached out to him with the comfort of the Force, a skill which was one of the many that Luke was currently teaching her, and was once again amazed with the level of response Alden gave her. She hoped that Han would be accepting of their son's special gift. He had proclaimed before Alden's birth that he didn't care whether or not his son was a Jedi adept, but now that Alden was here and Han was so protective of him, she was unsure whether or not he would want his little boy to be trained as a Jedi. She had avoided approaching Han on the subject, except for a little hint she had given him about Alden's potential, but she was not sure whether he had even been listening when she told him. She knew that she should bring the subject up as soon as possible.

When Alden was finished eating, he closed his eyes and dozed off, snoring softly. When he was completely asleep again Leia laid him down again and went back to her room.

"Did you have a nice nap?" she questioned her husband sarcastically.

"Yup," Han proclaimed with a smug grin.

"Good for you," she replied, quickly ceasing her harsh tone to bring about the subject that she knew she could no longer avoid. "Han, I have to talk to you about something."

He furrowed his eyebrows in concern, but she stopped him before he grew too worried. She sat next to him, taking his hand in her palm and studying its contours in a vain attempt to eliminate her anxiety.

"I know we already talked about this, but I haven't mentioned it since before Alden was born. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't know how you would react."

"Well, what is it?"

"Alden has…amazing Jedi potential. I know you want him to be able to choose what he wants to be, and he will be able to, but I just want you to know that there's a possibility that he could be a Jedi."

Han threw the blankets to the side, stood up abruptly and paced around, frowning, and began muttering angrily to himself. Leia grew concerned, and entreated for him to be more understanding.

"Be more understanding? This is my son's life we're talking about! I don't want him running around and using mumbo jumbo all the time."

"But Han, you believe in the Force! Why are you so upset?"

"Well, Leia, Luke's gonna make him become a Jedi, because he's gonna convince us that there's no other way."

"No he won't, Han. You're the one who's being unreasonable. Alden can't help it if he inherited my Jedi potential," Leia cried, becoming desperate.

Han started laughing. Leia looked at him as if he had just morphed into a Wookiee.

"How are you possibly laughing?"

"I got you good there, Sweetheart. You seriously thought I would be mad that Alden had Jedi potential? I never even considered the possibility of him not having Jedi powers."

"You mean you made me provoked me on purpose? Even through I was getting so distraught?"

"Hey, it's me. I had to get you back somehow for being so mean to me."

Leia was becoming very flustered, and was glaring at Han with as much menace as a Rancor. She was emitting a sound that was a sort of growl/screech, and was threateningly leaning toward her husband, hands on hips.

Han walked toward Leia and held both her arms, stating, "you're so cute when you're angry," before roughly kissing her. She resisted at first, holding on to her fury, but her irritation faded under his caress. She furiously kissed him back, giving him what was his proper punishment.