Watching his wife as she cried into her brother's chest, Han debated if he was really ready to handle all of this. It was too late to get out of this mess, but Han had no idea how to handle Leia and her emotional outbursts. Right now, he agreed that, beyond all doubts, she had every reason to cry. On the other hand, however, Han could tell a bit of the drama was hormone-induced. He'd never seen Leia cry in front of people who weren't family, but she'd broken down quickly. She was scared and Han understood that. He was, too. She was overwhelmed; so was he. She was carrying their children and Han loved her even more for that, but it put so much stress and weight on her; Han did anything he could to lighten the load. He didn't always know what to do, though. He hated it when he couldn't help Leia.
He was driving them home from another appointment; this one hadn't gone so well. Leia's doctor was putting her on bed rest until the end of the pregnancy. As soon as the doctor had said it, Han had known how well Leia would handle that. She was not the kind of person who wouldn't mind being confined to bed for over a day and robbed of her independence, but Leia's body wouldn't be able to ascend and descend the staircase to their room another day. With her body rented out to three smaller bodies, it took so little for Leia to work up a sweat or lose her breath. Memily was constantly worrying over her, making sure she was hydrated and getting her rest. With how big her belly was protruding, she already needed help getting to her feet and it took about ten seconds for her to seat herself. Luke had joined them for this appointment just to help Han with Leia. She'd escaped this long enough. Leia needed to rest.
Soon, Leia turned her head out of Luke's chest and her cries quieted. Her gaze turned out the window as they headed for home and she didn't speak a word. Han didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know how to calm her. Above all, Han knew she was trying to cope with everything at once; her stress, her fear, her impatience, her aching body. It was getting to be too much for her. Han didn't blame her. Leia was so small and so much weight was being put on her, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
When they arrived back home and Han pulled the speeder up to the front door, Luke got his sister to her feet and she took slow, waddling steps toward the door. They walked in, both men holding her up. Bail, Sabé, Memily, Ducchi, and Tia all sat together in the mini living room just in the entryway. Their eyes wide and fearful, they watched Han carefully as he entered. Han was trying to direct Leia to a chair with the others, but she was angry now. She shook her head and turned to leave. Han caught her elbow and told her, "Leia, you need to sit."
Leia quickly snapped her arm, swatting Han's hand away. "Stop it! I'm fine!"
"Leia, you need to sit," he repeated.
"I am fine! Leave me alone!"

"Leia," a voice quickly interjected and, from the corner of his eye, Han saw Sabé jumping to her feet. "Honey, sit down. Please."

Leia stopped, one hand gripping onto the top of the closest chair. She closed her eyes and the tears returned, falling down her face as she uttered quiet sobs. "I'm tired," she cried, letting Han hold onto her as he re-approached. "I'm so tired. I can't take any more of this."

Sabé looked back to Han. He sighed, pulling Leia close to him. "The doctors officially put her on bed rest." Sabé rolled her lips under her teeth and nodded, uttering a long sigh. She and Han helped Leia sit down and she kneeled at her feet to talk to her. "I can only imagine how difficult this is for you, but you have to remember that this is for the babies. This is to keep them healthy and strong, to make sure they come out as healthy as can be. I don't understand how hard this is on you. None of us do, really. Although, I can promise that all of us; me, your father, Memily, Tia, Ducchi, Luke, and especially Han . . . all of us will always be right here to help you. You aren't in this alone."

Han took his wife's hand, replacing Sabé in her spot at Leia's feet. He brought his other hand up to caress Leia's belly. Quickly, he received a kick in response and he and Leia smiled at each other. Han put his other hand on her stomach, too. "We're going to be alright," he promised her. "You're going to be alright. I've got you. It won't be long until this is all over and we'll get to hold the beautiful babies we made."

"I can't wait," Leia agreed with a smile.

Smiling, Han leaned in close to Leia, pressing his forehead to hers."I know you're scared," he told her "And I am, too, but we're going to figure this out. We're going to get through this and it's going to be so amazing when we do."

"Han Solo, I need you so badly. I'm so glad you're here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Leia shrugged. "I don't know I'm just saying, I'm really glad I have you."

"Sweetheart, I'm the one who put these babies in you. Of course, you're always going to have me." Leia laughed. She leaned into Han's embrace and he immediately took her in, pouring all his love into the hug. He left a kiss on her belly, telling her, "I'm right here and I will always be holding you up. I'll always be right at your side while you're stuck in bed. I'll always be at your side."

"How about this," Memily suddenly jibed in, clapping her hands together. "Why don't we all have one last dinner together before it's time for Leia to head back upstairs?"

Carefully and gingerly, Han picked his wife up into his arms and laid her in their bed. He pulled off her dress and put on her nightgown before he crawled into the blankets next to her. "Goodnight, Princess," he said, kissing Leia on the forehead. Then, he ducked his head and kissed her belly. "Good night, my babies. Lie still so Mommy can get some sleep.

Leia wiped tears away. She said her own goodnight to her babies, stroking her belly. "You aren't going to leave tomorrow, right?" she sniffled.

Han sighed. "Sweetheart, you know I want to stay, but I've still got to go to your meetings. It shouldn't last too long, though. I'll be home before you know it." Han reached for the nightstand and flicked the alarm off. "And you get to sleep in tomorrow. How nice will that be?"

"I don't want to be by myself."

"You won't. Sabé will stay in here with you as soon as you wake up. Memily will make you breakfast and she'll stay in here with you. It's going to be alright, Princess. You know, I'll be thinking about you while I'm gone. I'm going to miss you-"

Leia interrupted him, pulling his chin down so she could hover her lips near his. She told him in a tender whisper, "We're going to miss you more."

Han closed the space between their mouths, telling her that he'd miss her just as much. "I don't want to leave without you, but I'll feel easier knowing that you're resting like you should be. You know I don't want to do this to-"

"I know, Han. You've spent the whole day apologizing." Leia managed a soft smile, holding his gaze. "It's nothing you did wrong. This is just something I have to do. We have to make sure our babies come out healthy. I'm not mad at you, Han. We'll manage. We have to."