Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
AN: Hello! I'm back from holidays!
"Okay, one last game. Then bed. You're mom will be home soon, and it's long past bedtime." Han gave a pointed look around the table. His three children nodded happily.
Leia had gone out for dinner with Winter, leaving Han to care for the children, which always meant take-out, holocomics and sabacc; though – as an unspoken general rule – no mention of sabbac was ever made to Leia.
Luck had been on Jaina's side all night. She had played Han out of cleaning up her room for the next three weeks and, after losing most of his allowance money early on, Anakin had joined forces with his older brother, the pile of toys behind her chair steady continued to grow.
The excited laughter and shouting suddenly died as a throat cleared behind them.
Four sets of eyes met Leia's as she stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other holding a gold evening bag.
She did not look amused.