LXXVI. Happy.
"Han?"
She's standing in the doorway with a mix of joy and fear on her face, clutching a slip of paper. Something isn't ordinary, because she rarely looks so vulnerable. He knuckles the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah?"
Wordlessly, she presses the paper into his hand. He has to read it three times before it makes any sense. When he looks back up at her, she's waiting with her bottom lip between her teeth.
"We're gonna have a baby?"
"No."
He glances back at the paper, confused.
She laughs. "We're having two!"
He's too dumb-struck to feel anything but happy.
LXXVII. Gloomy.
He has to admit, he's never spent much time with pregnant women. So he never expected the moodiness.
"What's wrong, princess?"
She sighs. Her eyes are dark. "Our children won't have grandparents, Han."
Damn. He hates walking into these conversations.
She doesn't notice that he's not talking. "What if they have to grow up without parents, like we did?"
Clearly, the hormones are running at full force. He'd like to point out that she did have paretns, even if they weren't biological. But he knows he has to watch his step.
"Don't worry," he says. "I won't let that happen."
LXXVIII. Stressed.
Some days, the only way to get her to eat is to mention the babies. The galaxy hasn't stopped running just because she's pregnant, something she's all too aware of. She doesn't talk much, anymore. She doesn't have time.
When she's really stressed, he does what he knows best: tries to make her laugh. Most of the time, he just manages to get on her nerves. But he perseveres, like the hard-headed nerf he is.
And, occasionally, he even succeeds in producing a chuckle. It's not much, but it means the world to her.
This is why she loves him.
LXXIX. Content.
For a moment, it feels like the world has stopped. They're sitting in the garden, and not even the wind dares to stir. Her hands rest on her stomach, right next to his. She doesn't have it so bad, really. She's young, she's healthy. She's married to a man who's absolutely crazy about her. (If he wasn't crazy to begin with.)
Her children won't have to grow up in the shadow of the Empire.
"What's on your mind?" Han asks. He gently brushes his fingers through her air.
"Life."
"Oh yeah? And how's life?"
She smiles. "Good. Life is good."
LXXX. Cranky.
"I want a liji steak."
"You don't like liji."
"Who are you to tell me what I want?" She glares at him with all her maternal fury.
"Sorry, honey. It's just that…"
"I don't want your apologies. Just shut your mouth and get me a steak."
This is too much. "Look, Your Highness. I'm your husband, not your slave. I think you're being just a little too demanding."
A dangerous silence falls. She crosses her arms over her swollen stomach. "Excuse me?"
He's never been one to back down, but he's not suicidal, either. "How would you like that cooked?"
Happy- Han, post-ROTJ
Gloomy- Han, post-ROTJ
Stressed- Leia, post-ROTJ
Content- Leia, post-ROTJ
Cranky- Han, post-ROTJ