Han-x-Leia

Shoberry ice cream, shoberry ice cream, and more shoberry ice cream. Han loved the stuff, but he had a feeling that he might be sick of it by the time the baby came. Judging by how much his mommy was stuffing herself with ice cream, Han figured that the baby would definitely have a sweet tooth when he was old enough to eat solid food. “I’m home, Leia!” he called as he entered the apartment and put the ice cream in the freezer. “I got the kid’s shoberry ice cream that he’s cravin’ so desperately.” Silence. “Hey, Leia?” Han called. “You home?” Still silence. Han made his way into the living room, where he finally discovered where his wife was. She was lying stretched out on the couch, her hair draped over her shoulders, her yellow sleeveless maternity dress glowing in the sunlight, sound asleep. Han grinned, tempted to lie down next to her, but doing so might disturb her, so he just stood there. Stars, she was beautiful. If Han had any talent for painting, he thought, he might