Han was quiet as he and Leia walked through the base, which was mostly deserted at this hour. It was strange being together in this setting. They'd been friends on Hoth, and lovers in Bespin, but they were still figuring out how to be…whatever they were, now that they were both back with the Alliance. They weren't even fighting; most people who knew them on Hoth had already commented on that. And with the imprisonment, the hibernation sickness, and the night in Medical, they hadn't yet had a chance to renew their physical relationship. If she even wants to, thought Han, trying to brace himself if she wasn't interested. After all, things had definitely changed.

They walked over to one of the observation areas and looked out at the sky. Han pulled Leia close, his arm around her waist. She looked up at him, and they kissed. Their kiss grew deeper, and Han pulled her closer, only to be stopped by the baby Leia was wearing.

"Sorry," Han said.

Leia continued looking in his eyes. "Don't be sorry." She shifted the sling to the side slightly, so that she could kiss him without crushing Lilya, and wrapped an arm around his neck. They kissed passionately, and Han began to kiss down Leia's neck and collarbone. She moaned softly.

"Maybe we should take this back to the ship," whispered Han.

Leia shook her head. "No crib on the Falcon."

Han was stifling a sigh of disappointment when Leia began to pull him toward the officers' quarters. "This way. Come on."

Han smirked. "Princess, are you inviting me back to your quarters at this hour? Is that proper? Aren't you concerned about what people will say?"

Leia rolled her eyes at him. Really? "Shut up, unless you want me to change my mind."

Han shut up and followed her.

Leia's room had the usual spare design of Alliance crew quarters, with a few minor modifications. There was a small sitting area, a larger-than-usual bed in the main bunk, and a small closet-like nook in another corner, which Leia opened to reveal a crib and changing table.

She waved him toward the sitting area. "Go have a drink. It'll take me a little while to put her down for bed." She had produced a bottle from a small refrigerator in the room and was warming it up for Lilya, who had started to fuss again.

Han opened the locker in the sitting area to find glasses and a few bottles of liquor, including, to his surprise, a bottle of Corellian whiskey. The good stuff, too, not that cheap shit. "You steal this from the Falcon?" he asked, waving the bottle after he poured a glass for himself.

Leia looked up from where she was feeding Lilya. "No, Chewie gave that to me when I had Lilya. Haven't had much of it yet. I was a bit of a lightweight after not drinking for so long."

"You want one?"

"Please."

He poured another glass and looked around. He'd only been to Leia's quarters on Hoth a handful of times – the Falcon was a better place for gathering, and Leia seemed to spend most of her time in the command center anyway. These quarters had a little more…personality to them, he noticed. Not that anything on that ice block ever had much personality. He recognized a couple of the small things he and Chewie had brought her over the years, mostly artwork or trinkets made by Alderaani craftspeople. Even if they were knockoffs – and some of them undoubtably were – Leia always seemed touched by the reminder of her home world.

Leia had moved Lilya to the changing table, singing softly while changing her diaper. Han didn't recognize the song, but heard the lilt of Alderaani speech in it. He sipped his drink and listened as Leia talked to their daughter in a soft voice, and Lilya made little gurgling noises in response.

"Can you take her for a moment? I need to wash my hands." Han turned to see Leia holding Lilya out to him.

"Sure." He tried to make that sound more confident than he felt. Despite their good introduction, he still felt pretty awkward with the baby. Especially since everyone else he encountered seemed to hold and cuddle her like they'd been doing it their entire lives. Chewie and Lando had been arguing about who would be her favorite uncle, passing her around at dinner and making ridiculous faces at her in between their stories.

Leia handed him the baby and then disappeared into the 'fresher attached to the room. Well, here goes nothing, Han thought, looking at Lilya as he held her awkwardly. She squirmed, arms flailing, and screwed up her face like she was about to cry. He quickly adjusted his hold, so that she was facing him, cradled in his arms, and she seemed to get distracted by…his face? "Hey…" he greeted her softly.

Leia exited the fresher to find Han and Lilya quietly staring at each other. Han looked up with relief to see her.

"You're doing great," Leia encouraged. She didn't want to break the spell, although she did rather want to get to the adult portion of the evening before it got too late.

Minutes later, Lilya was in her crib with a wind-up music box playing ("If we're lucky, she'll be asleep before the song ends," said Leia) and Han was handing Leia her glass of whiskey.

She took a sip and looked at him over her glass. "Hey."

"Hey."

Moments later, their glasses were abandoned, and their lips came together, slow and tender at first, then growing in intensity. Han pulled Leia onto his lap as they kissed, their hands roaming over each other.

It was like the first time and the last time they'd made love all in one – the tentative discovery, the gentle touches, the "I love yous" breathed on each other's skin, coupled with the urgency of finding their joy, of burning so hard, so bright, because they might never have a chance again.

Afterward, they collapsed together on the bunk, their breaths punctuated with gentle kisses on each other's skin.

"I missed you." Leia was tracing the curve of Han's shoulder with her finger.

"I missed you too." He took her back into his arms, her head resting on his chest. They lay there, breathing together for a few minutes.

He looked up at their surroundings. "Nice bunk."

"Thanks."

"It's a little bigger than the usual one, ain't it?" Han gave her a devilish look. "You play the princess card to get this?"

She laughed softly. "No, I played the pregnant card to get this. You should've seen me. I was huge. No way was I going to get any sleep in a single bunk."

Han's face darkened a little. He still felt guilty for the time he'd lost. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"You were alone."

"I wasn't. Chewie and Lando were here when they could be, and I had Luke with me most of the time. He's been… amazing. He was with me when she was born."

Han wasn't sure whether to be thankful or jealous about that.

"We kind of…helped each other," Leia reflected.

Han remembered how serious Luke had looked after the rescue. "He okay?"

"I think so. I…I don't know. Something happened, at Bespin."

"Heard Vader cut his hand off and he almost fell into a gas giant and died. That's somethin'." Lando had told him about Leia somehow knowing where Luke was, and insisting they go back.

Leia was pensive. "Yeah… there's something else. I just don't know what."

"You think Vader messed with his head?" Leia hadn't told Han everything about her time on the Death Star, but he knew that the mental and physical torture she'd endured still gave her nightmares. And that Vader had a particular knack for invading a person's brain, though he'd failed in getting what he wanted out of Leia's.

"Maybe. Probably."

Han kissed her forehead. "He'll be back soon. He's a good kid. He'll figure it out." He sighed. Luke was his friend, too, but Han was not loving that he was talking about Luke while in bed with Leia. He switched gears. "So, any other things you get with that pregnant card?"

"Well, it comes with a baby at the end," Leia laughed. "I did get a crib. And some soundproofing for the walls."

"Real-ly." Han was intrigued. "And here I was tryin' to be quiet just now."

Leia rolled her eyes. "It's a security measure. So people can't hear her crying. We should still be kind of quiet, so we don't wake her up." She paused. "Plus, I don't think the High Command would be as tolerant of our sex noises as Chewie is."

Han snickered. "Ha, now I'm picturing the look on Dodonna's face."

Leia hit him with the pillow.