GIFTS OF LOVE
(After The Force Awakens and before The Rise of Skywalker)
Leia Organa Solo slipped quietly through the door of her sleeping quarters shutting out the noise of the
Rebel base.
She'd finished her strategy plans and turned them over to the other generals. It was time to rest…a well
deserved time of rest.
Not raising the dimmed lights, she slowly removed the floor length vest she'd worn since very early that
morning, folding it over the back of a chair. She was tempted to sit….she was tired…she needed to
bathe. With all the stress, plans and business of the base, even the everyday routine things became a chore.
Looking at her bed, she mumbled to herself… "No, I'll rest first… then bathe."
She walked to her clothes locker, opened it, intending to pull out a nightgown, then thought better of it…
if there was an emergency, she'd need to be ready…as she was closing the lid a slight sparkle caught her
eye.. a small, crystal box nestled by her gowns…smiling to herself, she took the box and sat down on the
edge of the bed. She caressed the box.. already knowing what was in it, even though she hadn't looked
into that box for years, but she always made sure she carried it with her.
The box was solar years old…just like the items within , but Leia's memory of what they were and
when she received them hadn't dimmed.
Opening the box, the first thing that caught her eye was the Alderaani diamond necklace*
Han had given her when she thought he was continuing his smuggling ventures on the Rebel base.
She fingered the delicate chain, the diamond moving slightly…reflecting its many colors, even in
the dim light, bringing to mind her home planet.. this diamond came from the heart of the planet…
Han never told her how much he'd paid to obtain it.
It took her a moment to remember what the seeds were, but she smiled when she remembered…
an Eden Pixis Mating Plant.* Han had given that to her after they'd had a bad argument on their
honeymoon. She smiled, remembering the time they took to 'make up'…it was l.
Knowing now that Han was dead, she mused to herself that she would love to hear again some
of those colorful, Corellian swear words which he was so quickly to spout when angry or frustrated.
Fingering the seeds she vowed to someday plant the remaining ones hoping it would grow to the
glory it once had, but with fighting and moving around so much, there wasn't an opportunity yet.
She just hoped the seeds would still grow after all these years when the time came.
The small, brown, dried up, pieces were the remnants of the Snow Pod* Han had brought back
for her after one of his trips. She didn't touch them, afraid they would turn to dust. Would she ever
see another Snow Pod?
One item she did pick up. A Corellian World Crest ring.* Turning it in her hand, she saw the
crest and decorative etchings had weathered the passing of time very well. Her eyes clouded
as she remembered when Han had held both of them in his hand, then placed the Corellian
ring on the third finger of her left hand. They hadn't exchanged rings at their wedding. Had Han
kept his ring as well?
These gifts meant so much to her since it wasn't Han's habit to give gifts very often.
The last item she lifted carefully. It was a lock of Ben's baby hair…held together by a tiny
blue ribbon. She smiled when she remember how he'd cried when she cut off the curl.
Putting the beribboned curl back in the box, she absently placed a hand on her abdomen. There,
she'd cradled the most precious gift Han had given her…their son Ben.
Thoughts of him never left her mind and she hoped to one day to have their son back like he had been
before being seduced by the Dark Side.
Leia replaced the box, snuggling it into the soft nightgowns.. then climbed into bed. Closing her eyes
she remembered the love Han had shown her with each one of the gifts and their life together. she would never know a love like that again?
* Referenced in my story SMUGGLER'S REPUTATION published here.
* Referenced here in my story WEDDING TRIP published here.
* Referenced here in my story THE ANTAGONIST published here.
* Referenced here in my story GOING BACK TO YESTERDAY published here.
