AN: Oh come on - just one more.


The light clattering of dishes crept out of the galley.

Han thumbed the lock on the front door and kick off his boots. It was far more quiet and controlled then he had expected.

"How much do you think the kids are worth on the Black Market?" Leia voice raised slightly from the bright room.

Oh no.

"Not a lot." He rounded the corner and found his wife, Galactic hero, senator, mother of three and crack-shot pilot "Market's pretty saturated with temperamental Force-sensitive children these days."

She made a non-committal noise and jabbed a short nailed finger at the pre-heat setting. "Too bad." She smirked after a moment, leaning up against the oven.

"Hi." She finally held out her hand to him, allowing her to gather her away from the warmth of the stove. "Hi." He whispered back. "Rough day?"

"Well. Yeah." Leia exhaled, letting go of some pent up irritation. "You know how last night I thought for sure I wanted to have another baby?" Her voice was slightly muffled by his shirt.

He nodded. They had been talking about it - loosely - for a few months now.

"I'm over it."

He laughed and hugged her tighter.