Disclaimer: Disney's playground, I just hang out here.
"Jaina! If I have to tell you one more time!" the threat hung in the air unfinished as Han walked through the door to the apartment into what appeared to be a war-zone. His sons were busy gathering the toys which littered the conversation pit in the living room, eyes wide. He tilted his head them and pointed at his wife in question. Jacen's eyes widened even further while Anakin shook his head dramatically back and forth. He grimaced and they both responded, mimicking his expression. Tossing them a quick wink he tossed his jacket over the bench, stepping out of his boots.
"What's going on?" he asked, clearing his throat. He always dreaded that question, nothing good ever came from asking that question.
Leia was standing at the entrance to the hallway, one hand gripping her hip, the other hung rather angrily at her side. She sung around at the sound of his voice; face softening slightly.
"Oh thank Gods you're home," she took a deep breath and blew it out quickly. Oh no, he thought as he made his way over to his wife, that's never good.
"You're daughter," she started in a calm, rather scary, tone, "is making me crazy."
It was always the same, he mused as he took her by the shoulders and brought her to him. Every time the children were acting up, they were his. Which in the case of his daughter recently, was all the time.
He kissed the top of her head. "Why? What's happened?"
"She wont listen. I came home, the house was a disaster, the cushions were strewn everywhere - I know they need room to play," she added quickly, feeling the familiar counter-argument coming from him, "but when I ask them to clean up their mess and come help with setting dinner, I have the expectation that that will happen. But," she gestured sharply down the hall towards the closed door of their daughters room, "instead, it turns into a battle. Every. Single. Time." The last words came out evenly. Too evenly. Han knew that tone. He had been on the receiving end of that tone often enough. Jaina was brave, he would hand that to her. That particular tone always made him a little nervous, but it had little to no effect on his girl.
"She wont help clean up?"
"No. She wont. Instead she sulks and locks herself in her room."
"I'll go talk to her."
"Thank you," she whispered tiredly before turning to the boys. "Jacen, Anakin; leave the rest for your sister to clean up."
Han glanced quickly again at his sons, Anakin shrugged while Jacen shook his head quietly, before releasing Leia and starting down the hallway. He stopped in front of the closed door, pausing before knocking twice. "Jaina."
The door opened instantly, revealing his small daughter; arms crossed defensively in front of her, jaw set and eyes narrowed.
She was ready for battle.
It was times like this that Han knew Leia had it wrong. In these moments, Jaina was never more her mother's daughter.