Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Characters: Han Solo / Leia Organa-Solo
Rated: K
Genre: Aww!
Damn. She pressed the button down again; a bit harder than last time. Nothing.
Sighing, she picked up her datapad and sauntered through the apartment to Han's office.
Knocking lightly she let herself in where she found her husband bent over his desk, sketching intently on blueprints spread over the work surface.
"Hey," he smiled up at her as she got closer. He was obviously still working out how to install a different bunk style to the Falcon's second cabin. "What's wrong?"
"It's broken again." She replied, holding the unresponsive equipment up to him.
"What did you spill on it this time?" He smiled, taking it from her.
"Nothing," she shook her head, avoiding his gaze for several seconds before sighing. "Caf."
"And?"
"And yogurt. And soup. And I dropped it down the stairs last night."
"Yeah. That'll do it."
"You know," Leia murmured as Han started opening the datapad, "You have at least a year before this need to get done."
"I know," he looked up at her and smiled. "I'm just excited."
Leia smiled too and placed her hand on her growing stomach. "I know. Me too."
