Disclaimer: Disney's universe, I just play here.

Characters: Leia Organa-Solo / Han Solo

Rated: T

Genre: Aww!


"Leia!"

His voice echoed from the apartment's foyer below her.

She hissed silently and tossed another dress onto the growing pile on their bed.

"Leia!" he called again, annoyed. Footfall on the stairs behind her pulled her attention away from the mirror.

"I'm not going," she said as soon as he appeared in the doorway.

"What? But I'm dressed!"

"Nothing fits me! Nothing!"

"Leia," he whispered softly, careful not to push her to tears, which, he had to admit, was becoming overly easy these days.

"I miss my old ass," she replied quietly, fingering the fabric of a deep blood-red dress buried beneath countless others. "My old ass fit into this dress."

Walking over to her, he circled his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, trying desperately to think of something winning to say to her. He had decided a while ago that every man should be given a Pregnant Wife Handbook, a manual on how to tiptoe around landmines such as this.

"I love your ass." he murmured into her hair.

Leia was silent for a moment, before turning towards him and smiling shyly. "Really?"

He nodded, brushing a curl away from her left eye.

"I still don't want to go," she whispered, playing with the knot in his tie.

"Me neither," he replied as he pulled the clasp from her hair.