Han sat in the cockpit of the Falcon, contemplative and slightly anxious. Having just landed his beloved ship, he could hear his co-pilot and best mate lumbering around somewhere in the back of the ship. They were home.

Home. It was still a matter Han could not quite wrap his head around. In the past, his and Chewie's version of home consisted of this ship and any planet they could land on for a few hours. He had no real responsibilities, no true ties to anyone.

But those were now memories of the past. Now he had a home, owned an actual thing that someone could call a 'house' with a wife who he would do anything for. The only time he ever got away was when he ran a mission every now and then for the Alliance or when he was fortunate to get away on vacation with his wife. But for all intents and purposes, Han Solo was domesticated.

The scariest part about it was he wasn't even scared. Every time he touched back down on this land he felt relieved. Happy to be home, and anxious to get home to her.

He and Chewie had only been gone a week. Sent on a mission that needed a fast ship that only he could provide. The time had been brief, and the mission simple, just a few tests to squash a rumor of any lingering Imperial activity, and he'd be home on the weekend to lock himself and his wife away in the bedroom of their house. Or perhaps he would fly her away to some remote island where it was only the two of them.

Han was knocked out of a daydream that had just begun to get good when he heard the distant callings of his wookie friend.

"Hello? If you don't snap out of it I'm gonna lock you in the ship. Chewie's grunts were laced with teasing, but Han didn't want to test him."

"Alright, alright. Calm down, would ya? I'm getting up."

"Why do you look so lost?"

"I'm just happy to be home is all. Why don't we get a move on, it's late."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you for the past five minutes."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go. Where are you heading?"

"My cabin. Where I sleep every night."

"You know, you could lose the tone. I'm just tryin' to make conversation."

"I think we've had enough conversation this week. Now go home, I'm tired."

"Alright, you big slug. I'm going. Thanks for coming Chewie."

Han looked up at Chewie for a moment and the silence that surrounded them was masked with mutual respect. Chewie simply patted Han gently on the shoulder before pushing him, a bit more gruffly, towards the exit.

"Goodnight cub."

"Night Chewie."

Han stepped into the cold air of the night and shivered with his lack of appropriate apparel. It had been hotter where he had spent his past week, and he hadn't thought to bring his jacket with him. But Han wasn't concerned about the cold, he had suffered much more perilous adventures. The shiver had been involuntary. Perhaps his body's way of reminding him of the several months he spent encased in carbonite.

These days he didn't even think of it. All he was focused on was getting home to his beautiful wife. He was sure she could provide him with a much more satisfying heat than any jacket could. Now he shivered with anticipation and lengthened his stride.

He was lucky that his and Leia's apartment was so close to the hangar in which he kept the Falcon. It was an easy walk. He wondered if Leia would be waiting up for him, but then remembered she wasn't expecting him until morning. He hoped that at least C-3PO would be up to make him something to eat, but then recoiled in horror that he could ever want Threepio around.

The droid annoyed him incessantly, but he had to admit, anything he could make would be much better than the ration bars and Chewie's cooking he had spent the past six days eating.

Entering the lobby of his apartment building, the warmth engulfed him, but he barely took the time to appreciate it. He nodded hello to the guard before proceeding to the lift. Standing outside the door now, he took a moment to control his excitement and padded into the apartment.

Looking around for Threepio, he realized the droid had been powered off for the night, not really surprising, so he wandered into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He tried to work as quietly as possible, and was even succeeding, until he dropped a can and caused a loud popping noise. The sound seemed to explode, echoing throughout the entire apartment, and suddenly a light flickered on from another room.

Han couldn't suppress the grin that made its way on his face as he watched his wife stealthily make her way towards the kitchen holding her blaster.

"Sweetheart, have I ever told you how sexy you look holding that thing locked and loaded?"

"Han?" Leia was still sleepy, even though her arm remained straight on her target.

"Yeah?" He asked her casually, trying to keep his cool from running at her and taking her into his arms.

"You're home." It was a half question, half statement, followed by a large yawn she didn't try to stifle.

"Yes, I am. If that's ok with Your Highness." He made a little half bow in jest and smirked.

Suddenly she was running towards him, blaster dropping to the table as she ran by, and in his arms.

She was warm. He smiled.

"Of course it's ok, you nerf-herder.

He tried to take in as much of her as possible. Kissing her hair and feeling his arms wrap around her he felt a great sense of relief and an overwhelming feeling of love.

He was home.

Leia broke the hug and kissed him, long and deep.

After a few moments she breathed out, "I've missed you."

It came out almost like a purr, and Han found himself moving as close to her as possible.

"Ah, sweetheart. It's only been a week. No need to miss anything really."

At this, she pulled away from him, glaring up with suddenly frosty eyes.

"You're saying you didn't miss me?"

Deciding that an argument now, even as much as it usually pleased him, was not worth it. He decided to stop teasing her.

"Of course I've missed you Leia." He emphasized her name to really prove to her how much he missed her and she smiled in submission.

Finding that it was now safe to do so, he kissed her again, this time lingering to enjoy the feeling of just being so close.

"You know, I could really show you how much I've missed you. I don't think words can really express it all that well."

She played along. "And how exactly are you looking to prove that?"

"Come here and I'll show you." Winking and smiling slyly, he pulled her towards their bedroom.

The next morning the pair went about their usual business. Showered, dressed, breakfast, and out the door for their separate days at the office. The morning routine had been marred slightly by the intermittent kissing each one of them felt compelled to do every few minutes, but soon enough they were out the door.

The only thing that had gotten Han up that morning was the promise of an even lengthier reunion later that night when the weekend would officially begin. He felt so normal actually having a weekend off in which to spend free time.

He was in such a good mood that morning that he decided to walk to work. It wasn't that far, but it did mean that he and Leia could spend added time together.

When she attempted to lead them to the garage, he pulled at her hand and walked towards the lobby door.

"Where are you going, Han?"

"Let's walk to work today, sweetheart."

"Walk? Why?"

"I don't know. It will be more fun. I guess. Just come on."

She looked at him confused, but decided to placate him this one time.

"Alright, lead the way then captain."

They spent their walk relatively quiet. Enjoying the other's company and the feel of their hands entwined together. Although it was cold, the sun was shining, and Han felt blissfully happy. Looking down towards Leia, he recognized the similar glint in her eyes and knew she felt the same.

They were incredibly lucky, and they knew it.

Across the street, a school was getting ready to start the day. Only slightly curious, Han glimpsed over to watch the hustle and bustle of kids rushing to greet their friends with frantic parents running after them with forgotten lunches or unsaid messages. Han found himself laughing a bit.

"What?" Leia looked up at him questioningly but amused. "What's so funny?"

Han seemed to come out of some trance. "Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering something Chewie said this week. It was nothing. Stupid really."

"Ok then." She gave him a funny look but dropped it.

Han turned his attention back across the street. Now he saw a family walking together. Hand in hand, with a father and mother on each side of him, was a little boy with a big, bright smile on his face. The father had said something that must have been funny because the wife smiled in response, but the boy was in hysterics. They seemed so happy together.

Han couldn't help but join in on their contagious burst of laughter.

Leia looked concerned with a touch of amusement. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"

Han stopped laughing and met her eyes. "I dunno. Just in a good mood I guess."

She continued to look at him for a few more moments before deciding that he wasn't crazy, kissed him, and continued walking.

He couldn't tell for sure, but something within Han seemed to awaken.