Disjointed dreams troubled Leia that night and she woke up even more unsure about what to get Han for their anniversary. She wasn't even sure if she should get him something or do something for him. She even went as far as to wish that she had kept that metal bikini from Han's rescue on Tatooine, but with second thought knew she didn't want the memory of Jabba hindering the heat of the moment.
She considered asking Chewbacca what he thought his best friend might enjoy, but she knew that the wookie was just as lucky as she was in keeping secrets from Han, which left her unable to pursue that option. Leia also briefly thought of asking her brother his opinion, but was too uncomfortable involving Luke in her romantic affairs.
No, this was something Leia had to do by herself. Never before had she found herself floundering so immensely, hell she'd handled the Empire just fine, but when it came to this, suddenly she was useless.
To make matters more complicated, it was now a weekend, which meant that Leia had no time to herself. Her and Han finally both had the entire weekend off where they could enjoy time together, which meant Leia had to put her celebration planning on hold. So when she heard the ruffling of the covers that meant her husband was awake, Leia pushed all thoughts of her surprise, or lack thereof, away from her mind, and focused on the moment at hand.
Opening her eyes, Leia smiled at her husband. "Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, sweetheart. Sleep well?" He said this with a wink and cocky grin, showing Leia just how proud of himself he was for last night's events.
"I certainly did sleep well," she answered him innocently. "This bed is unbelievably comfortable. I just wish I had more time to actually sleep in it."
Han frowned slightly, but rather than try to argue his case, he rolled on top of her and bent down to kiss her, hovering right above her lips.
Leia closed her eyes in anticipation, but was suddenly attacked with a sensation she was unprepared for. She was weak and vulnerable in this position as Han's hands worked to tickle her extremely sensitive stomach. Hating to be tickled, Leia tried to fight back, but was unable to overcome the fits of laughter bursting from her entire body.
"Han!" She squealed, writhing underneath him. "St-stop it!"
Han stopped for a moment, shrugging indifferently, and asked, "What?"
"Don't tickle me," she demanded, allowing her diplomatic voice to come out.
"Oh, you mean you don't like…" Han paused dramatically from his position above her before diving once again to tickle her. "This!"
"No, I don't and you know it!" She replied indignantly, but Han didn't listen. After a few more seconds of utter torture, Leia threw her hands up in protest proclaiming surrender.
"If you stop now I'll make you pancakes," she suggested hopefully.
Han considered this offer, nodded, and got up and made his way to the fresher. Still giggling, Leia too hopped out of bed, put on her robe, and went into the kitchen to fulfill her promise.
Minutes later, Han walked into the kitchen sniffing curiously. Without looking up, Leia smiled and said,
"You know Han, you really should be nicer to me as I know people in high up places."
Han just grinned and said, "I do too, hot stuff," gave a quick slap on her backside and sat down at the table.
Leia loved moments like these, moments when Han and her could just play the typical husband and wife roles without intruding military matters. She gave a contented sigh while flipping over the pancakes.
"Han?" She asked.
"Mmm?" He didn't look up from the paper.
"How's the Falcon running? Any big repairs or new parts needed?" She tried to sound casual, but she was sure he could note the hopefulness in her voice.
"Uh, nah. Nothing too big at the moment. She really hasn't had much big action these past few months." He traded the paper for a knife and fork as she placed a plate of pancakes in front of him.
"You look disappointed, sweetheart. Do you want the Falcon running in a million different pieces?"
Leia was frowning and contemplative. She answered him with a wave of her hand, "No, no, I was just curious. You just haven't mentioned much about her lately, and I was getting worried."
Leia knew she shouldn't be focusing on her surprise plan now, but she couldn't help it. She was always one to be quick on her feet, and yet this issue was deeming impossible and grating on every nerve. New parts for the Falcon wasn't something Leia considered a true romantic gesture, but she knew Han cared for that ship like he would a pet or even a child, and thought it may have been something he would like. Striking out on her idea once again, she sat down at the table a little harder than she intended.
"Something troubling you there, Your Highness?" Han wiggled his eyebrows as he asked her, and Leia couldn't help but smile.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just thinking of all the paperwork I left in the office."
"Hey now," he dropped the cutlery on the table. "I thought we agreed not to think about work this weekend and just focus on us. Stop thinking about all that mumbo jumbo crap and be here with me." He emphasized his point by pointing his large thumbs at his chest and looked at her pointedly.
"You're absolutely right," she told him. "Mumbo jumbo forgotten."
"Good." He gave her a quick, maple syrupy kiss before returning to his breakfast, satisfied that he had convinced his wife.
Usually Leia would listen to his suggestion, but the problem bogging her down was no work matter, that she could easily forget once she found herself in her husband's arms. Her issue was much more important because it centered on him. He, of course, didn't understand this yet. Maybe, she thought, if she really did just forget about it for awhile, an idea would strike her brilliant and randomly. Now reassured, Leia let out another soft sigh of contentment, smiled at her husband's undying concentration on his pancakes, and let her mind rest for the moment.