AN: And we've finally reached the end...

Leia had heard it thundering though the night, and rainwater was still dripping from the eves when she woke up at seven. She sighed—setting up for the wedding was going to be hard if the field was muddy and soggy. Dressing quickly, Leia pulled her rainboots out of the closet and went to grab breakfast before they all headed out to Grandma and Grandpa Organa's farm.

Han was in the kitchen and Breha was sliding a few pancakes onto his plate.

"Before you panic, I called Grandma and she said they didn't get nearly as much rain as we did last night. It'll be muddy this morning, but it should dry out after a few good hours of sun," Breha calmed. Leia bit back her worried remark and shared a syrupy kiss with Han.

An hour later, they'd loaded all the decorations and supplies into the Organa van and the back of Han's truck and were on their way to the Organa Family Farm. The sun was shining bright by the time Han drove his truck down the little dirt pathway to the field where they'd decided to hold the ceremony.

Twenty minutes later, Leia's dad and brother drove up with the farm truck full of chairs from the church up the hill, and they spent the morning arranging them into long rows facing the willow tree at the end of the field.

Bail's sisters showed up just before lunch to help them decorate, and the boys went off to help clear the barn.

"Are you excited, Leia?" Aunt Celly asked as they arranged pumpkins along the aisle and set little sprigs of plum-colored flowers around them.

"At this point, I'm just excited to be done with all the planning and preparations. Jyn and Shara are bringing my dress out later, so I think it will hit me then. And during the rehearsal, I guess," Leia explained, standing back to look at the finished product.

The grasses were grown up around the edges of the field, and they'd turned brown as autumn approached. The trees in the distance were barely tinged with orange, just the color she'd been hoping for when they picked this late September date. The willow tree under which they'd be married was still mostly green, and the long vines were waving in the light breeze under the slightly clouded sky. The chairs were white and looked clean and bright against the natural setting, and the aisle they'd created with pumpkins and flowers was picturesque, almost magazine-worthy.

"Leia, dear, I've got sandwiches on in the barn, and we've got the tables all set up," Grandma Organa called.

The afternoon passed even faster than the morning had, decorating in the barn for the rehearsal dinner and the reception. Jyn and Shara showed up around four o'clock with the dresses, and Leia spent an hour unpacking and hanging things in the big bedroom upstairs with them.

The minister arrived at five for the rehearsal. Getting all of Han's frat brothers to walk in the right order and stand in the right spot was harder than Leia had anticipated; luckily, Aunt Rouge had stepped in just moments before Leia lost her temper to whipped the boys into shape. After they'd practiced the processional and recessional a few times, the minister went quickly through the rest of the ceremony. Leia didn't pay much attention to what he was explaining, just focused on soaking up comfort through Han's hands. She really wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with him for the rest of the night, but they had rehearsal dinner after the rehearsal ended, and then Jyn and Shara had a little spa treatment planned for her following that.

Han sensed her stress and smiled comfortingly, shooting her a wink.

They practiced the recitation of the vows and the exchange of the rings, and then the minister stood back with a smile.

"And tomorrow, this is where I'll announce you as Mr. and Mrs. Solo and you'll kiss," he informed Han and Leia. "But for today, Miss Organa, you may now kiss your fiancé," he teased.

Han and Leia kissed quickly and started down the aisle.

"Now we get food, right?" he asked when they stopped to wait for the rest of the wedding party, pulling her into a hug.

"I hope so," Leia answered. "That's definitely a perk about being the bride and groom. We get to eat first at everything."

Han chuckled and kissed the crown of her head.

They didn't get another moment alone together for the rest of the night. There were people to greet all throughout dinner, and speeches and toasts afterward. Shara and Jyn pulled her up to the big bedroom before she even got a chance to say goodnight to Han.

Moments before they confiscated her phone, she sent a text to Han: Meet you after everyone's sleeping.

After a manicure, a facial, a hair mask, and plenty of girl talk, the trio turned in for the night.

Leia peeked out from under the covers. She'd shared a bedroom with Shara and Jyn long enough to know that the two girls were out cold. Carefully, she took her shoes from the floor and crept to the open window. When she, Luke, and her cousins had been kids, they'd spent afternoons playing spies in this bedroom because it had easy access to the porch roof and the strong cherry tree growing just beyond. She crept out onto the roof and tied her shoes on before shimmying down the tree and walking quietly through the yard. There were tents scattered around, snoring coming from some of them. The girls had gotten the bedrooms in the house, and the boys had been relegated to sleeping in the yard. Luckily, the mercury light from the barn illuminated things nicely and she was able to avoid tripping over tent stakes.

Han's tent was the closest to the driveway, and the flap was unzipped.

"I need a blanket," Leia breathed as he crawled out to meet her. He handed her one, which she quickly pulled around her, and then he tucked her under his arm as they walked away from the house.

"You tired?" Han asked.

"Not a bit. You?"

"Nope. Hopefully a walk in the chilly air will help with that."

"Did you bring your vows?" Leia asked.

"Sure did," he confirmed.

They reached the end of the aisle and Han stopped, bowing formally and offering his arm to Leia. She accepted it regally and they strutted down the long row of chairs just visible in the dark. They stopped beneath the waving willow vines. Leia pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight while Han extracted a paper from his pocket.

"Leia. For a long time, I was pretty sure that no one wanted me in their family. After my folks died, I got passed from relative to relative 'til I finally wound up with Chewie right before going off to college. In college, I picked my fraternity and the brothers there had no choice but to accept me. But you…you want me in your family. You picked me. That day at the party, you picked me to fake-make-out with, and ever since then, you've been picking me every day. Well, I pick you, too, Leia, and I'll do my damnedest to keep picking you every day for the rest of our lives," Han read.

"That was very sweet," Leia said around the lump in her throat. Han smiled, his face illuminated comically in the light from her phone.

He leaned down and they shared a brief kiss, and then Leia passed her phone to Han to hold while she fished her vows from her pocket.

"Han, I can't promise that I will always be the perfect wife or mother or woman, but I promise that I will do my best because you make me want to be perfect. I know we'll argue and get sick and go through hard times, but I am completely willing to face all those hard times by your side. Because for every bad day we have, I know we'll have a hundred good days, and for every minute we spend fighting, I know we'll spend an hour loving, and for every sickness or trial we face, we will see many days of triumph. I love you, Han Solo."

Han wiped a stray tear from her eye and slid his hand around to twine with her messy braid, and pulled her mouth to meet his. She felt him slip her phone into her sweatshirt pocket and then pull her closer as her arms came around him. The kiss broke, but they stood at the altar, arms intertwined, drawing comfort from being close.

"I can't wait to marry you," Han whispered.

"I can't wait to marry you either," Leia replied into his sternum.

"I just wish we could sleep together tonight. It's bad enough that I have to lay outside on the ground, but I have to be without my little side-warmer, too?" he teased.

"Just for one night," she promised. "But at least you can ball up a pillow and put it in my spot. Do you know how many blankets it takes to replace your body heat?" she teased.

"I can't help that I'm hot, Sweetheart."

Leia could almost feel the wink and the lopsided smirk that went with the remark.

"I almost forgot—Shara and Jyn took me to get a tattoo at my bachelorette party," Leia reported.

"Oh, they did, did they? What'd'ya get, Sweetheart? 'Property of H. Solo'? 'I love Han'?"

"Very funny," she returned, passing him her phone and pulling her shirt up over her hip. Han bent to examine it, running his thumb over the black ink. It was a heart with an infinity symbol at the top, and tomorrow's date written along the side.

"You picked a good one," Han agreed. "Any reason you put it here?"

"That's where your hand goes when we cuddle in bed," Leia told him.

"Well, it looks like you'n me've got our spots all staked out for a long, long time," Han smiled, kissing her lightly.

"Good. Now, we should get to bed. Someone needs their beauty sleep," Leia said.

"I think you're beautiful no matter what," Han promised, settling her under his arm again and starting the short walk back to the house.

"I was talking about you," Leia joked.

"Well, that hurts, Princess. I thought you loved me for my personality," Han said.

"You know I do," she promised, stopping as they neared the barn, "but this body isn't a bad perk."

Han kissed her deeply.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Leia felt the cool metal of Han's wedding ring pushing into the bare skin of her back as they shared their first kiss as man and wife. He gave her a beaming smile as they pulled apart and turned to walk back up the aisle, hands clasped tightly between them.

"I love you," Han murmured at the end of the aisle. He pulled her back for a far more indulgent kiss than the one they'd shared at the altar.

"I know," she replied. His hand drifted down her hip and he held her close while everyone filed past to congratulate them.

"We're so happy for both of you," Breha murmured through her tears, hugging her daughter and son-in-law. Bail also had hugs for his daughter and a hearty handshake for Han. Luke scooped them both into a group hug, giggling like a school boy.

The photographer was the last one in the line, and they trekked back up the aisle for more pictures.

"Bend her backward and give us a big kiss," the photographer requested. Han wrapped one arm tightly around Leia's shoulder and put the other possessively at her hip, dipping her backward and pulling her into a searing kiss. Leia vaguely registered the clicking of the camera and the photographer telling them they could come out of the pose.

"I thought we were supposed to be allowed to kiss all we wanted today," Han grumbled, keeping her bent backwards.

"That starts when we get to Charleston," Leia whispered, placating him with a quick peck. He righted her and they continued to pose as the photographer requested.

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"Did you think, four years ago, that our one-night stand would lead to this?" Han whispered into her ear as they shared one final dance.

"Well, I might have had a few dreamy moments where I wanted this to happen," Leia admitted, "but I never could have imagined that it would."

"Has it been a good day? Lived up to all your little-girl dreams and all your plans?" he asked.

"I think so. I'll admit, it's been so hectic that I feel like we haven't gotten to really enjoy much of anything, including the company. I'm glad we snagged some cupcakes for later. I didn't get much beyond what we gave each other, and you, sir, skimped big time on the frosting," she scolded playfully. Han looked at her with mock offense.

"Well, pardon me, your bride-ness. I wasn't going to complain, but I think you stabbed me in the tonsils with that fork," he teased.

"Yeah, as if I could reach your tonsils," Leia responded. She was wearing flat sandals and barely came past his elbow. "How has the day been for you? All your boyhood wishes fulfilled?"

"Got myself a pretty good wife, and I've got a week with her in a hotel room on a beach…yeah, I'd say this checked the boxes for me," he confirmed.

"Good." Leia stood on her tiptoes for a kiss, and he happily obliged her. "Ready to go?"

"Sweetheart, I was ready an hour ago."

The End