Themed Drabbles Set 15

Indifferent

Han sets the place setting in front of her. The perfectly prepared brullaki, the roasted duck with a berry relish, and the baked, sliced protatoes. He had spent a good two hours in the mess prepping this meal, and she looks at it so indifferently.

He wanted to impress her, to wow her. He wanted her to smile over his cooking some of her favorite foods.

He would have accepted disgust and scorn.

It’s just this indifference which breaks him.

She glances back up at him, her face that mask of apathy. “You did not cut the duck.”

He sighs.

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Exhausted

She steps into the common room of their apartment, her back aching, her feet swollen, and her belly extended in this the thirty-sixth week of pregnancy. She rubs her hands over her belly, feeling her son inside there, twisting and moving. She takes another step into the room, and sees Han spread out on the couch, snoring lightly.

She frowns again, and walks closer to him. With a flicker of the Force, she yanks him off the couch. He lands with a yelp, and sits up suddenly his blaster in his hand.

She smiles innocently. “Is there something wrong Han?”

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Hopeful

She stands over the crib where her latest son sleeps so peacefully. Han comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She places her hands on top of his and together they continue watching.

After a while, she leans her head against his. “There will be peace for him won’t there?”

“Of course there will be your Highnessness.”

“He’s just so strong in the Force, I’m afraid he might end up like Luke. Always running off into trouble.”

Han laughs. “Hey, he’s my kid.”

She twists in his arms, so that she’s facing him. “That’s why I’m really worried.”

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Relaxed

The thrum of the Falcon’s engines reverberates throughout the common room. Han grins slightly, as Leia nestles deeper into his arms. He likes this - being here with her while the kids sleep in their compartment. Them just running off for a vacation.

No worries.

No politicians.

No danger.

For a moment, he wonders why they can’t be like other families and not have to worry about any of that stuff. Why she has to be the Chief of State, why his kids have to be Jedi.

He frowns, with the realization that he would not change any of it.

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Restless

Leia watches Han on the couch; she doesn’t remember the last time he slept the whole night through.

A gentle touch on his shoulder causes him to flinch, and Leia instantly regrets not warning him that she was there. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with pain, the scars not quite faded. He displays a restless energy, as if he feels caged even in their apartment.

And after what Spaar did, it’s probably true.

She sits down on the couch, pulling his head onto her lap. She runs her fingers through his hair until he finally falls asleep.