"Eissa."
"Essa."
"Eissa."
Han shook his head, repeating firmly, "Essa. Essa Solo. It's perfect the way it is, Leia. It flows just right-"
"Since when did you become the expert on names and 'how they flow'?" Leia retorted, cocking a brow at him. She tossed her name book aside, stifling down a sigh. "Han, seriously, it's just the difference of a single letter!"
"Then, you won't mind if we just keep the extra letter out."
For a long moment, Leia didn't say anything. Han was usually good about keeping his wits about him and remaining patient when Leia was losing herself to hormonal tantrums, but today had been a particularly long day and he was done. As was Leia. Glaring at her husband, she repeated, "Eissa."
"Oh, for goodness' sake, Leia!" Han held his head in his hands, tempted to pull his hair out. "Leia, what does it matter if you drop one letter?"
"Excuse me? What does it matter if we add one letter? Besides, I thought you said I get final say on the names? Are you the pregnant one?"
"But it's just one letter!"
"Then, you won't mind keeping it in there. What? Are five letters too long for you?"
Han sat still, fuming. "Essa."
Leia didn't respond and Han, beaming, took that to mean his victory. He lied down, pulling their bed sheets over himself. He felt Leia lie down, turned away from him. The night quiet and still, Han closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Leia tossed in bed harshly, sighing. Han silently sighed. Leia flopped again. And again.
"What, Leia?"
She sighed again. "Oh, nothing."
Han growled. "Essa."
"Whatever you say, flyboy."