AN: Happy Thanksgiving weekend to my fellow Canadians!
"Have you seen this?"
Han descended the stairs, hair wet, buttoning a crisp white shirt. Reaching the bottom, he stopped for a moment, glancing down the hallway towards the bedrooms of his children; happy shrieking and bellows of rambunctious laughter echoing into the main living area, obviously very excited for trashy holos and take out food with Luke.
"Seen what?" he turned his attention towards his wife, who was standing in a floor length black dress, sitting against her white skin in stark contrast. She has fiddling with her hair, twisting the loose strands which framed her face.
Leia gestured to the holocomm unit in the centre of the seating area, tuned to one of the planet's top rated lifestyle channels. "This."
It was them.
A photo taken from a political event several weeks ago, cropped so only the very top of Jacen's head peeked up from under Han's arm. Leia was tucked into his other side, her hand holding a tired Anakin's - also cut out of the picture. Jaina who had been trailing behind them, chatting happily with one of the daughter's of a Rogue Squadron pilot - swapping whatever insightful strategic secrets a nine year old child could muster, was also cut out of the photo. .
"They ruined a nice family shot, didn't they?" He answered, leaving the very top button undone.
"Yes they did, but look what they wrote!" She replied, exasperation creeping into her tone.
He glanced again.
Famous Couple Survives Ten Years of Marriage!
"That's rather unfair - don't you think? We've done a lot better than 'survive'!"
Han laughed.
"I think you're reading too much into this." he flicked the unit off and grabbed her hand, leading her to the galley.
