AN: Happy Hump Day!
Tip - Follow me as an Author - never miss a one-short OR the "I-cant-help-myself" new short story series I'm working on revolving around "Lucas Cannon" Solo kids. (No Rey, Finn or He-Who-Cannot-Be-Loved here.) :)
"You're children are lovely."
Leia looked up from her seat beside Han, eyes lighting quickly on the kindly face of the Ithor Ambassador, then following her gaze towards the deserted dance floor. Deserted, with the exception of three small children, dancing ridiculously in the centre; both content and oblivious to the attention they were garnering. Typical Solo traits, Leia mused.
"They have their moments." She replied, smiling as Jaina spun Anakin around and dipped him dramatically.
The dinner had ended nearly an hour ago. Leia had sank into a table in the corner, half an eye on her three highly excited children, and started an easy conversation with a woman she knew from her time in the Imperial Senate.
The ballroom was now almost entirely deserted. It was this part of the evening Leia had always enjoyed the most - formalities over; they were able to relax as they were, watch their children play and have the conversations they really wanted to have. Han was discussing the Trade Route complications along the Corellian Spine with a member of NR Intelligence, his attention darting back and forth between the man across the table and the small children to his left. His arm was draped across the back of her chair, fingers trailing lazily in small haphazard circles across her shoulder.
"You're lucky."
Leia's eyes settled on her babies again, now engaged in a private dance-off - lack of music notwithstanding.
"Thank you, I know."