Aryn knocked a couple times and didn't have to wait long before Leia answered. She opened the door and Aryn smiled, saying cheerfully, "Hi!" before her eyes were drawn to Leia's belly and she nearly gasped. "Wh-ow!" she exclaimed, trying to recover quickly before Leia caught her surprise, but Leia didn't miss it. "Look at you! You look great!"

Leia nodded, not having any of it. "Just be honest."

"No! You really do look good." That wasn't a lie. Before the start of her pregnancy, Leia had been very skinny, thin, with hardly any weight on her. Now, her face was a little fuller, her hips no longer looking so wide due to her tiny waist. Then, there was her belly. Aryn forced her gaze back to Leia's eyes. "You look a lot healthier-"

"Aryn, please just be honest and say it already," Leia begged.

Aryn sighed, looking back to Leia's protruding belly."It was only a few weeks we were gone!" she voiced her surprise. "You . . . "

"Aryn Dro Thul, please just say it already."

"You're plump as a full-bloomed arallute!" she cried and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth.

"There is it." Leia stepped aside and let Aryn in. They moved to the living room and sat down on opposite couches. Leia called for a glass of water and Aryn bit back a laugh at how fast Memily had the tap running. "Would you like a drink, my Queen?" she asked as she came into the living area and passed a tall glass of elba water to Leia.

"No," Aryn shook her head. "I'm fine, but thank you."

Memily nodded and left, leaving the two women. "You have to remind me, now," she began saying to Leia. "How far along are you?"

The brown-haired, brown-eyed Organa woman laughed, setting her glass down on a side table. She asked back, "How far along do I look?"

Aryn chose her words carefully. "Truthfully? Farther along than I think you really are."

"That's a nice way of putting it," Leia said with humor. "And, to answer you, I'm only four months along. Well, five months in two weeks. And, yes, I am well aware that I look like I've reached full term. I tried talking to Han about it, but he took it to be some hormonal rant and proceeded to reassure me I'm still beautiful."

Aryn burst into guffaws while Leia continued. "He doesn't seem to understand that I'm still lucid."

"There can't be anything wrong with packing on a bit of extra weight," Aryn assured her. "You're supposed to. For the baby."

"I know that," Leia agreed. "And it doesn't bother me that way. I couldn't care less how fat I look or if I'll fit into my old clothes. It just bothers me that I don't know why I'm putting on so much. Memily's been helping me monitor my diet and Sabé and Luke have kept me exercising . . . " Leia sighed. "I'm huge!"

Aryn let her gaze wander over Leia's form. What she'd said was completely true. She truly did look like she was nearing full term, ready to deliver. Although, it somehow made Leia- whose beauty and figure Aryn had always admired- even more gorgeous. Aryn decided she was one of the few women pregnancy actually suited. "But it apparently bothers you enough to bring it up to Han?"

Leia suddenly looked away, buying time by taking a long sip of her water. Aryn watched her and waited until she was ready. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me," she finally said. "I've really been thinking about it."

"Oh, no. Leia, honey, trust me on this: it is never a good idea to start diagnosing yourself."

Leia gave a guilty look.

"Fine. What rare, pregnancy-related malady have you found?"

Leia finally met her gaze and spit out quickly, "I have myself convinced it's twins."

That surprised Aryn. She came to a loss for words and could only hold Leia's gaze for a while. Once she found her words, she quipped, "Well, that's a lot better than what I thought I had."

"Aryn, I'm serious! I've really thought about this. Did you know that twins tend to run in families?"

"I've heard that before. Have you told Han this?"

Leia but her lower lip. "Not yet. I talked to Sabé and Memily." She sighed. "How am I supposed to bring that up to Han? Hey! By the way, your hormonal wife thinks she's carrying twins!"

"Well, you sound pretty convinced. Maybe, you're right. Shouldn't you be having your ultrasound appointment soon?"

"Two weeks. Two weeks I do not have the patience to wait through. I don't know, Aryn. I'm just starting to feel anxious about it. Like the impact of that thought is finally hitting me. What if I am carrying twins?"

"It's not going to be long now until you find out. Besides, your healthy bump, how is it going?"

"I'm going to have Han massage my back as soon as he gets home. My back's been killing me today." Leia struggled to her feet. "And now I need to pee. Again."

No matter how long she tried, Leia couldn't fall asleep. And she knew exactly why. She felt restless, anxious to free her worries and discuss them with Han. No matter how foolish or unreasonable her claim was, she needed Han to be on the same page as her. She needed Han to understand her worries and how real they seemed to her. She needed to tell him right now.

Leia eased herself into a sitting position and reached to her side to shake Han by his shoulder. "Han," she said. "Han, wake up!"

He groaned, slowly turning over. "Hmm?"

"Han, I need to talk to you."

"What?" he asked, sleep-fogged. "Need the air on?"

"No, I'm fine. I said I need to talk to you."

Han sat up and looked to her. "What's up?"

"I . . . Han, remember when I asked you about my bump the other day?"

"Sweetheart, you are still the most be-"

"Han, that's not what this is about!"

Han went quiet. "Then, what is this about?"

"Han . . . what if . . . "

Han's arms wrapped around her, one hand stroking her belly. "What is it? What's bothering you, sweetheart? I'm here. I'm always here."

Leia leaned into his chest, closed her eyes. "What if we're going to have more than one baby?"

"In just this pregnancy, you mean?"

Leia nodded slowly against his chest. To her surprise, his reassuring stroking didn't stop. In fact, he drew her closer. "Sweetheart, if we have octuplets . . . " He lifted Leia's chin so she was looking at him. She giggled. "I will still be right here. Why? This is what's worrying you?"

"Sort of. Yeah. Han . . . Han, I have myself convinced we're having twins."

"Why do you say- oh. That's why the whole belly thing's been bothering you."

"I know my justification can't go much further than that, but . . . "

"But it's a real fear for you."

Leia narrowed her eyes. "I wouldn't exactly call it a fear. I mean, that doesn't scare me. Not really. It's just . . . the thought. I'd call it a concern. A matter I'm trying to wrap my head around. This probably is just an effect of my hormone-induced state, but, Han-"

Han was quick to interrupt her, diving in to meet her lips with his. "It's alright, Princess. I get it. Sort of. And so what if you aren't lucid?"

Leia landed a punch on his shoulder and he laughed, seizing her fist in his much-larger hand.

"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Whatever happens to us, to our family, we'll figure it out together. I'll be right here to help you through. You okay?"

Leia looked at him. "You'll always be here?"

Han raised a brow. "What do you think?"

Smiling, Leia settled back into his arms and nodded. "Yeah," she said, relaxing considerably. "I'll be just fine. We'll be just fine."