-Advice-

"You're not going to wait fifteen years to marry Kyp, are you?" Han asks his daughter.

They're fiddling with the guts of the Falcon, tracking down a coolant leak. Jaina, dressed in a jumpsuit and covered in various mechanical lubricants, twists around to look at him.

He sees her and still, in his head she's the little toddler who would come running, crying, "Daddy!"

She's not a toddler anymore. She's a grown woman, and it pains him that she's had to fight so many battles that he couldn't be a part of.

Like her divorce six months ago. That one had lasted about as long as he'd guessed it would, imploding just over a year after it had begun. He's not happy that it happened, because he's her father and he wants her to be happy. But he's relieved, because he never fully trusted that Hutt-spawn she was so crazy about.

The end of her marriage was something he didn't know how to deal with, so he'd done the best he could: he'd called in reinforcements in the form of Kyp Durron, Jaina's best friend and the guy madly in love with her.

Seems she's seen the light, because they've been together nearly two months, and his little girl is happier than he's ever seen her.

Jaina blushes at his question and tries to cover it with irritation. "What makes you think I'm going to marry him?"

Han just rolled his eyes.

She sets down her Harris wrench and fidgets. Just when he thinks he's going to have to prod her into talking, she asks, on a rush of breath, "I know you didn't really like Jag, and I get why. You seemed to see more than I could, because I was so blinded by…"

He slowly lowers his hydrospanner from the panel he's taking off. "What's on your mind, honey?"

"I don't want anything to go wrong with Kyp," she says softly. "Everything else has, and… I love him, Dad. I think more than I loved Jag. And I'm scared that I'll do something and-"

"No," he says, cutting her off. "Jaina, listen to me. Yeah, you loved Jag. And yeah, that didn't work out. But not because you screwed up. His family's honour and his loyalty to the Empire were more important to him than you, and that's not your fault. That's his. He didn't appreciate you the way he should have. That's on him. And that Zekk punk? He was only thinking about himself. I'm glad he got over that and settled down."

"But about Kyp," she urges.

He sighs. "Jaina, sweetheart, you've done just about everything you could do to break that man's heart, up to and including marrying someone else. And he's still as crazy in love with you as he was when you were nineteen. Yeah, I know he had that Brandt woman for a while, but even a headless monk could see how much Kyp loves you."

She shakes her head. "It's too early to think of marriage."

"It's been seventeen years."

". . . Okay, then, yes, I'm going to. I just don't know when."

"Make it soon. Your mother wants more grandkids before I die."

"Dad!"