She had been told everything, well almost everything, by Luke. Han had been dismissed. Luke had decided it best to leave out the fact that their father was Darth Vader, the most evil Sith lord that has ever walked the galaxy. He didn't tell her about the baby either, not yet born, one of two fatalities of the assassins' laser blast.
A few hours later Luke had sent Han a com message. She was asleep and it was safe for him to return. It was the only time he had left her side since she had been injured and he'd decided to return home and make himself more presentable. Maybe if he cleaned himself up he would be easier for her to take. Maybe she wouldn't see the old Han.
He looked at himself in the mirror and thought that he looked 10 years older than the afternoon they had left for Mon Mothma's campaign luncheon. They had entered hand-in-hand and split up for their usual meet-and-greet. They were to make their rounds, listen to a few speeches and then return home to talk about purchasing a new home for their growing family. They had been so excited about the baby. It had been hard keeping it to themselves but they weren't quite ready to share it with the galaxy. Luke had known of course, and Chewie.
He splashed water over his face and searched for his razor, trying just for a few short moments to block out the days events. Maybe it was just temporary. The fact that she didn't even remember that he was her husband, her lover, her best friend was tearing him up inside. And that old familiar jealousy had returned. Luke, had once again, taken the place of the most important man in her life. But then she had always been Luke's girl.
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Alone in the dark, Leia contemplated her situation. She hoped Han would stay away. She wasn't up to seeing him again this soon after all Luke had told her. Apparently, she had been married to Han Solo for almost 3 years. They had fought for 3 years, been lovers for 1 and married for 3. This should be a happy time for her, knowing the war was over, but all she could think about was him. How had it happened? How had he managed to seduce her? Had he known the war was coming to an end and he had wanted her money?
Leia heard the door whoosh open and close. She knew immediately that that her husband had returned and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Hearing him approach her bedside, she instinctively tensed. His warm breath tickled the side of her face as he placed a soft kiss on her check. His skin was warm and smooth and smelled of aftershave. She tried to keep from flinching away. She knew what Luke had told her but found it hard to believe that a man like Han Solo could change for the better, be a good man, a good husband. He probably knew she was awake and was trying to put on a good act. Han Solo, a loving husband, she didn't think so. He probably had a string of mistresses and was making a complete fool of her behind her back. What had she been thinking marrying such a man? She must have finally been taken in by his roughish charm. How ridiculous! He must have known she had money. Why else would he have married her? He said so himself. He expected to be paid for his services.
Hearing him settle into the reclining chair next to her bed, she decided that she had remained quiet long enough. With some degree of difficulty and pain, she sat up to face him. He was back on his feet so fast that he startled her, further adding to her pain and irritation.
"Are you alri…"
"Why are you here?" she made sure her voice was loud, projecting her agitation with his late night intrusion.
"I came to…"
"I'm not a child in cradle-school, Han. I don't need you here," the look of heart-wrenching pain on his face almost stopped the venom that spewed from her lips but she couldn't seem to stop. She didn't want to stop.
She was so angry at herself for having made such a fool of herself. What would her father and aunts say if they could she her now? Had they raised her to marry a man that had bedded half the galaxy and ran spice for the likes of Jabba the Hutt? She had completely disgraced the Organa name.
"I wanted to be here if you need anything." His voice was hurt. "Leia, I lo…"
"I want to be alone. You can't figure that out on your own. I've had a lot thrown at me today, the least of which being that I'm married to you."
For a moment white hot anger flashed in his dark green eyes then sadness. Triumphantly, she thought, that should put a damper on that Solo ego.
"All right. I'm sorry" He slowly crossed back to his bag, shoulders sagging.
"If you need anything there's a guard outside. He can com me," he hesitated, waiting at the door for some indication that she would change her mind and ask him to stay. He had been there to protect her for so long he didn't know anything else. He didn't want to know anything else.
"I love you, Leia," he looked back over his shoulder at his wife. She looked so small and frightened but determined as always. She turned her face away from him. The only reply he received was her silence.