A.N. Honestly, I have no methods to when I'm updating this story now. All I know is that I have 11 days to finish publishing five more chapters after this. So, here's a quick one.

Try as she might, Leia couldn't stop the fearful look that flashed across her face as Denun put away her tape measure and flicked a hand to indicate the scale beside her desk. "It's that time," she said, feigning cheer with her voice. Leia bit back a sigh. She took Luke's hand so he could help her out of her seat and stepped onto the scale. She averted her gaze as she always did.

It wasn't that she had a problem with that number in the sense that she despised all the weight she'd gained. It was just that her doctor never seemed satisfied with it.
In all truth, Leia was surprised to find that she'd become rather attached, captivated by her protruding belly. After all, it was there she held her children close to her, protecting them, growing them until they were ready to come out into the world. It was there she held the physical proof of her and Han's love. And it was there that she was finding something new to capture all her attention and deserve all her love. Her expanding waistline and bloated stomach only increased her wonder and‒ to her‒ was a sight of beauty worth the sweat and tears she was putting into keeping her precious babies healthy.

But then there was the scale again. Every week, when Leia stood there, Denun would glare at it with displeasure. And every time, Leia wanted to demand if it was really her fault that she had such a great metabolism and that she was skinnier than a Kaminoan.

This time, Leia just waited for Denun's sigh. But it never came. "Well?" Leia asked, holding one hand to her belly and the other against the wall. Her own weight plus the twins' was becoming too much to carry for so long.

"Well what?"

"Well? How much more do I need to gain?"

The Ho'Din actually laughed and Leia finally turned her head to look at her. Her lips were twisted up in a smile to compliment her laugh, her teal brow wrinkled. "Why don't you look for yourself, Princess?"

Leia shook her head. "Just tell me."

Denun dropped her head and nodded a few times before taking Leia's hand to help her back to her chair. "Actually, I would have to say that I'm proud. You're right where I could possibly hope for you to be."

Leia's face fell. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Don't tell me I switched to speaking Ho'Din somewhere in the middle of that short sentence."

"I'm actually on track?"

"You look wonderful, and your numbers look just as great. I am quite proud, Leia. I wasn't expecting you to get back on pace so quickly. But that's good. That's really good."

"So, the twins. Everything is fine?"

Denun smiled happily at her, turning her chair aside so she could point to a screen hanging on the wall. "Why don't we see? Then, I could probably tell you the genders, too."

"Anything from Lando yet?" Leia asked hopefully, but when Luke didn't turn to look at her right away, she just as quickly squashed down all her hope and nodded. "I was just wondering," she added quietly.

Luke sighed. "You know that Lando and Chewie are doing everything they can-"

"I know. They can't help it. I know."

"They'll find him soon, you know. They're doing everything they can to find him."

"I know," Leia nodded shortly. "I've just been thinking." She gave an amused smile as she wondered aloud, "How am I going to tell him when he gets back?"
Luke smirked. "Just wing it."

Leia glared. "You're not helping."

Luke laughed at her and offered a shrug. "I don't know. This is Han. No one knows him like you do. And no one is close to him like you are. I don't think it's in my place to give you advice. What happened on that trip to Bespin is just between you and him. You didn't tell me much. I think that what happened on Bespin is just between you two to figure out. And so are the cubs. Therefore, I can only help you by leaving you to it."

A gentle silence settled and Luke turned to watch Leia. Her gaze wandered across her room as she took in his words and Luke felt a bit of relief at that fact that she seemed to be taking his words seriously. Luke would do anything he could for Leia; she was his best friend and something slightly more than that. But Leia was still recovering from the shock of progress in her and Han's relationship and Luke thought it best that she not look to him for advice. Besides, what did he know about relationships or parenting? Luke planned to step back, watch the two work their kinks out and take notes for his own future. Note one: never forget protection.
"Luke, I don't think I was ever really scared about how Han might react."

He stopped. "You weren't?"

She shook her head, settling herself into the rocking chair that sat near the crib Luke had built. "No, I don't think I was. Somehow, I know Han wouldn't leave me by myself to deal with this. He wouldn't want that. What happened between us, it's not a fling or anything like that. We really do love each other. And we've found something more permanent than either of us expected. I think I was just scared about how all this," she said, indicating her bulging belly with both hands. "Will fit in with . . . "

"What happened between you and Han," Luke finished for her. He kneeled at her side and took her hand. "You two will figure it out. I just know it. If Han stayed with the rebellion this whole time just for you, I'm willing to bet he'll even turn in his form for the cubs."

Leia smiled at that. "I've been thinking about that, too. When my little ones come, how am I going to juggle my position in the Rebellion plus the responsibilities of being a mother to twins? . . . "

Her gaze fell away from Luke and a weird, distant sort of effect came to her eyes. Suddenly, she seemed so distracted and it worried Luke. "What are you thinking, Lei?"
She drew in her bottom lip and bit down on it. "I've been thinking that a rebel base is no place to raise children."