Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
AN: True story. Srsly, kids say the damnest things!
"What do you kids want for breakfast?"
"Kriffing pancakes!" Jacen shouted back gleefully. Jaina giggled, nodding in agreement.
"Jacen!" Han spun around, staring at his son. Astonished.
"What?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"That's what mom calls them." Jaina quickly jumped him, defending her brother.
"She does, does she? Leia! Could you come in here, please."
"You three are certainly making a lot of noise in here." Leia noted, strolling through the door, Anakin - still in pyjamas- perched on her hip.
"The kids were just informing me of your little nickname for pancakes."
"What are you- oh." Sliding Ani down to join his siblings, she straightened and met his eyes.
"Yeah. Oh."
"Well, here's the thing, I was making pancakes a few weeks ago for them - you were out - when my comm went off and it startled me, I dropped the bowl, batter went everywhere, and well..." she finished lamely, looking up at him, trying not to smile.
"Mom said a bad word." Jaina smirked.
"Yes, she did." Han agreed, grinning at his wife, eyes mischievous.
"Is she going to get in trouble?" Jaina asked, almost hopeful.
Han turned to his daughter, face suddenly serious. "Do you think she should get in trouble?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Han-"
"I think, you need a time out." He continued, cutting her off; grinning.
Leia opened her mouth to protest and was stopped by his wink.
Han took her by the shoulders and turned her, bending his mouth to her ear he growled softly, "Go to my room, Princess." A shiver shot down her spine, a breath caught in her throat; then he released her. The happy chanting of the children in background, completely oblivious to their parents and the adult turn to the situation, followed her up the stairs. He would come to her, but she would have to wait for him.