Leia sat on the bed in her and Han's hotel room, all their bags packed and stacked around her. A datapad in her lap, she was focused on some task, typing up something. Han peered over her shoulder, trying to figure out what she was doing. "Is that a list?" he asked her.

"Uh-huh."

"Of what?"

"Everything I can't drink or eat for the next nine months."

Han's jaw fell and he quickly looked away. "That's a long list."

Leia smirked at his response, still typing away. She would take pauses of flipping between different resource pages and then go straight back to typing. "Well, if you want a healthy baby . . . "

Han sat down at the foot of the bed, watching her work. "What are some of the things on there? Anything you drink about ten times a day every day?"

The smirk immediately vanished from Leia's face and she looked up at Han with the most horrified look. "I can't drink wine."

It took Han all his might and self-control not to laugh. Aloud. The mere thought of an Alderaanian going nine months without drinking wine was laughable, but then, Han felt bad for his wife. "Nine months without wine, huh? How about this. I'll do it with you. No wine for either of us for nine months."

Leia's fingers stopped and she just stared at him for a long time. "You're kidding," she said, her expression deadpan.

"What? Don't you like that?"

"No, I do like that. However, I just think that if you're going to fast on wine with me . . . " Leia handed him her datapad. "You might as well refrain from the whole list with me. For nine months."

Han nodded, accepting the device "Okay. I can do that."

Leia's smile returned. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. How hard can it be?"

"Have you even looked at anything else on the list?" Han shrugged. She nodded him on. "Go ahead. See what else is on there."

Han obeyed and started at the top. He read aloud to Leia. "Wine, caffeinated drinks, alcohol . . . " Han stopped.

"That means no Alderaanian ale," Leia counted off on her fingers. "No gizer ale, no Whyren's Reserve. None of it. Now, keep reading."

Han tried not to let his displeasure show, but from Leia's light laughs, he figured he was failing pretty badly. Trying to push the thought from his mind, he continued reading. "Caf?! You can't drink caf?"

"Correction. We can't drink caf. Spiced caf, stimcaf. None of it."

"Is there anything you can drink?"

Leia thought about it a second. "We can drink elba water. And juice."

"Is it too late to back out of this?"

"No! You came up with this idea. I love it! It's perfect. Until this baby is born, you may not drink or eat anything I can't."

"Not even caf?"

"Not even caf."

Han dragged his hand down his face with a long sigh. "This is going to be a long nine months."