AN: Happy Monday!
"Remember when we fought a war?"
Han dropped the datapad he had been reading, the last month of flight reports scrawled across the page. his wife was curled up beside him, material discarded by her feet. They had - after an entire evening of wrestling with their three children, managed to - somehow - get everyone into bed.
"That's where I know you from," he whispered, a slow grin sliding across his face.
"That was so much easier."