With plenty of practice and the skill that came along with it, Leia neatly and loosely tucked Eissa's blankets around her. Nearly done with her work, Leia paused, frowning. "Don't you think you're a little too old for me to still be doing this for you?"

Eissa narrowed her eyes at her mother and frowned back. "Would you like me to "act my age" and, like a true teenager, tell you that I don't need you anymore because I can dress myself just fine, thank you very much?"

Leia chuckled, finishing her work quickly and bending over to kiss her sixteen-year-old daughter's forehead. "I love you, too. Good night." She stood and went to give Samé one last kiss before leaving the bedroom.

"Wait!" Eissa sat up in her bed. "I thought you were finally going to tell us the story."

"What story?"

Remembering exactly what her older sister was talking about, Samé beamed and pulled on her mother's arm. "You and Daddy's wedding story!" she explained, still tugging on Leia's arm.

Jaina shook her head once. "No. The story of how you and Dad got together."

Leia pretended to glance at the chrono hanging on the wall and she shook her head. "Oh, no, sweeties. We don't have the time for that."

Eissa just smiled. "But you and Dad promised! Remember? This morning? Sabé was going to tell us, but you said you'd rather tell us than her."

Leia laughed. "I think Daddy and I were joking. That's not a story you guys need to hear."

"Why?" Jaina challenged, raising a brow. Oh, she was a fierce one. Just like her mother. "Is it inappropriate?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why won't you tell us?"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" All the girls looked to the door at the sound of their father's voice. Han Solo stood in the doorway, bringing up his arms to cross them. "You guys better not be causing Mom trouble. It's bedtime. Time to lie down and go to sleep."

"They want a bedtime story," Leia told him. She stood and he came to her side.

"You and Mom promised you'd tell us how you met and got together!" Eissa reminded him. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her parents' arms to pull them over to her bed. Leia looked to Han, giving him a look, but he just smirked at her. "We did promise them, sweetheart."

Their daughters cheered and Leia gave up with a sigh, but was still smiling. Jaina and Samé hurried to join their parents and sister on Eissa's bed and they all squished together.

"I met your mom here on Alderaan," Han began. "Near Crevasse City. She held me to a sign post and threatened to have me arrested."

"Well, to be fair," Leia jumped in. "You were stalking me."

Han rolled his eyes. "I was not stalking you."

"Ha! Yes you were. You were the one that started climbing up to my window."

"Fine! Maybe, I was. A little. Anyway, I had seen your mom around and she was sharp and fierce. And beautiful. And she intrigued me."

"So you started stalking me," Leia said with a smile.

" . . . Ah, yes."

"It was kind of nice," Leia took over, smiling softly and adoringly at the old memories. "Though he annoyed me to death, your father used to invite himself to my window and would sit there for hours."

"To talk to you."

"And, eventually, we had talked with each other enough that we knew each other better than we wanted to."

An adoring smile overtook Han's face and he reached over to take his wife's hand. "And when we knew each other so well, we became like friends. But it didn't long for us to realize that we didn't want to be friends."

"Ohhhh!" Eissa cooed from her spot at the head of the bed.

"But, first she asked me to teach her to fire blasters

"What are you doing out here, Solo?" Leia asked, smiling at her husband who sat just outside the window of their room. Han turned to look at her and smiled back. "I was just thinking . . . talking to the kids about when we first met, it brought back a lot of old memories."

Leia laughed shortly in agreement. She joined him on the patio and sat in his lap. "You know what one of my favorite memories with you are? It was only about the third time you visited me in my room. It was just after Prince Isolder proposed to me. We were sitting on my bed-"

"And you were staring up at the ceiling and I asked you what was so entertaining about the wall. You told me that you liked to look for pictures in the paint bumps. You said that you saw a girl and she was surrounded by hundreds of other bumps. It made her feel claustrophobic and she wanted to scream."

Leia nodded, settling back in his arms. "Guess what?"

"Hm?"

"She doesn't feel so claustrophobic anymore."

"Oh, really?"

"Mm, hm. In fact, since that day when we were talking about her, she got married to a wonderful man who made her feel very happy and free."

Han chuckled in her ear and Leia laughed. "And she's still happy?"

Leia turned in his arms to look at him and she nodded, a pleasant and peaceful smile playing on her lips. "Yes. She's still very happy. . . . You know, Han, I'm really glad we did all those stupid things to each other when we first met."

"So am I," Han agreed. "And I did a lot of stupid things."

"Like stalking me?"

"And crawling into your bedroom window and visiting you late in the night and taking you out behind your parents' backs."

"But they were okay with it. After they got to know you a bit better."

"I was going to say, your father was not okay with any of that."

Leia laughed again. "But he's okay with it now. He knows you were exactly what I needed at that time in my life. And you still are."

"And you've always been exactly what I need."

"Han? When we started to know each other better, could you have imagined us being here? Married? Parents?"

Quickly, Han answered her with a shake of his head. He said to her, "No. It seemed too amazing to be possible."