Leia sat in bed quietly reading from her data-pad. She had decided to begin reading the history of what had happened since the battle of Yavin. That may jog her memory and if not she could at least get herself up to date and she could possibly resume her duties as Ambassador within a few weeks without anyone realizing her predicament. She was engrossed in her studying when she heard a deep clearing of the throat. She slowly shifted her gaze to find Han standing by the foot of the bed, looking nervously up at her. Within his hands, he held a large bouquet of Midnight Blooming Jasmine.

"I thought you might like these," he gave her a quick lopsided grin," I know they were always your favorite."

"I don't recall those being my favorite," Leia returned her gaze to her data-pad and made no move to take the flowers. "My beau's always gave me Jade roses."

"Well," Han removed the flowers from her bedside table and replaced them with the ones that he had just purchased, "You used to like these."

"The smell is a bit overpowering, isn't it?" she asked, without taking her eyes off her work.

"I thought it might help you rest. You used to tell me the smell reminded you of Alderaan."

"Maybe I don't want to think about Alderaan right now, Han. Did you think about that? It's a little fresh in my mind right now,"she threw the data-pad down on the bed to make her point and looked up at him bitterly.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Leia," he felt like an idiot. He hadn't even thought about the renewed anguish she must be feeling regarding the loss of her home-world until her explosive outburst. It had been so long ago. He moved to take the flowers away.

"Just leave them, Han."

"I just didn't think."

"Obviously."

"I'm sorry."

He excused himself to the fresher and was gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, Leia looked at the cascade of flowers. None of her beau's, the few she had managed to have, had ever given her an arrangement so beautiful. She leaned across the bed and placed her face close to the nearest blossom breathing in its distinctive scent. It was like heaven, bringing back such wonderful memories of her family and her father, of playing with him in their garden at their palace at Aldera. It did, finally, put her mind at ease.

She tapped the bedside lamp and the light turned out. She turned onto her side and closed her eyes trying to clear her mind and remember something. It just would not come. Luke had promised to come by on tomorrow and start teaching her to meditate. Maybe that would help. He told her she was force sensitive and maybe that would help her get her memories back. Maybe she could at least remember who she turned out to be and how she ended up married to Han Solo.

She heard the fresher door whoosh open and expected him to exit the room until she felt the other side of the bed shift lower as he lay down beside her. Even though their bed was large and he was no where near her, she felt her body tense and her breath catch in her throat. What if he expected her to have sex with him? She barely even knew him. They had only been on Yavin IV a few days before the evacuation. How long did she remember knowing him? A week? Two at best? They had practically fought the entire time. And what if she never got her memories back? She didn't intend to divorce him. Eventually, she would have to be intimate with him. She lay still in the dark and waited for Han to move or say something but he didn't. He was a complete gentleman. She could feel him turn onto his side and when she finally looked, his back was to her and he was breathing rhythmically in sleep.

She couldn't think about that. She had to work hard to get her memories back. Luke would help her. He had to help her.

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When she awoke it was early and Han was already gone from their bed. She could hear them talking in the next room, Luke and Han in very hushed voices. She knew they were talking about her. But what else would they be talking about? She knew Luke was worried about her. Han was probably worried, too. He certainly didn't want to loose his meal ticket. She sat up and stretched leisurely noting happily that the pain in her abdomen had finally dissipated.

She left the bed, pulling her robe tightly around her as she casually strode into the den with Han and Luke. Immediately their conversation ceased. Luke's face brightened as she came close to his side. She embraced her brother lovingly. Already, she felt so close to him. They had made a connection the first time they had met and that connection had never waned. It so relieved her to finally know the reason behind their unusual connection and to no longer feel guilty for her lack of romantic feelings toward him. Han stood back, looking on jealously. Once again, he was the odd-man-out.

"Why don't you get something to eat and we'll get started," he was looking down at her, still not releasing her, letting her know through his embrace that he was there for her. He tried to communicate with her through the force but still found that impossible. She squeezed his shoulders sweetly then headed for the kitchen. Han still had not been acknowledged.

Luke went back to his brother-in-law.

"I take it she's not taking the marriage thing very well."

"No," Han didn't elaborate. There was no need. Leia re-entered the room with a piece of toast and some kaffe and went straight to Luke's side, still ignoring her husband.

"Are we doing this here or at the temple?"

"I think we can do it here."

"Fine," she finally turned to Han, "Do you think you can find something to do today?"

"It's fine if Han stays here," Luke stepped in before Han could answer." It might be better if he is here. That way you'll be able to feel his energy."

Leia turned slowly to Luke, looking up at him as if seeing him for the first time.

"Feel his energy?" she quiped.

She left them both and headed to the bedroom to dress, "I'm sure that will be a big help,"