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As the plane descended toward the Alderaan airport, Y/N was struck by the beautiful mountainous scenery that surrounded the coastal town. She’d heard stories from Leia about her friend’s hometown, how tranquil and peaceful her upbringing in the California town had been. Now, as she neared Alderaan herself, Y/N could see why Leia had such an idyllic memory of her childhood.
By the time she made it out to the arrivals area, her best friend Han Solo was waiting for her, his fiancee Leia Organa by his side. Han and Leia both pulled her into a hug when she neared them, Han grabbing her bags as Leia guided her back toward the car.
“How was your flight?” Leia asked.
“It was fine.” Y/N replied.
“Now she’s looking forward to six weeks with two of her favorite people.” Han replied from the trunk, slamming it shut.
Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled at her best friend fondly. She had planned on coming out to Alderaan in the leadup to Han and Leia’s wedding at the end of their summer break, but when Leia had asked her to come early to help with planning, and to serve as her Maid of Honor, Y/N hadn’t been able to refuse. In the two years that Han and Leia had been dating, Y/N had grown close to her best friend’s girlfriend. She liked her headstrong, independent nature - a perfect match for Han’s rogueish tendencies. Where Leia kept Han grounded, Han helped Leia to loosen up. Y/N didn’t think that Han could have found a better partner for himself, so Y/N hadn’t hesitated to cancel her previous summer break plans and hopped the next flight from Corellia to Alderaan.
Y/N sat in the backseat in silence as she watched the scenery roll by. They quickly left the tightly-packed coastal area of the town, driving up into the lush, green mountains that surrounded the city. Y/N knew that Leia had come from money, but she was still shocked when they passed through a large metal gate and up another winding road to Leia’s father’s house. The mountain home that awaited them at the end of the road wasn’t quite as grand as Y/N had imagined, but the clean, modern lines and large windows were a sight to behold, a large porch wrapping around the home as far as Y/N could see.
“Wow.” Y/N said, and Han chuckled.
“Yeah, that was my response too.” Han replied.
“Are you sure you want to marry down to a scoundrel like Han?” Y/N joked as they all stepped out of the car.
“Hmmm…” Leia considered for a moment, long enough for Han to react with a mock-hurt gasp. Leia finally laughed and wrapped her arm around Han’s waist. “Yes, I’m pretty sure.”
“Dad!” Leia called after a moment, and Y/N’s gaze followed her friend to the front porch. An older man was watching them, his hands resting against the railing. Y/N had heard stories from Leia about her widower father, a state senator and Alderaan native, but Y/N had to admit that she had expected someone more…politician-esque. Instead, from what Y/N could tell, Bail Organa was a tall, handsome man, with tanned skin and dark hair, a dusting of salt-and-pepper mixed into his hair and beard. He smiled at the three of them warmly and raised a hand in greeting, watching them as they made their way up the steps to the porch.
“Dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N, Han’s best friend.” Leia introduced and her father extended his hand toward her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Senator Organa.” Y/N replied, taking his hand in hers. He immediately chuckled, shaking his head.
“Please, Bail is just fine.”
“Okay, Bail.” Y/N replied, feeling a blush creep on her face as she realized that she was still holding the poor man’s hand. She let go, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she glanced up at the house. “Your house is amazing.”
“Thank you.” Bail replied, guiding them all into the house. “Solo, you can put Y/N’s things in the guest room on the second floor.” Y/N watched as Han nodded and lugged her bags up the stairs, and Y/N fought the urge to make a joke as she watched her friend go without a word.
“Thank you again for coming early.” Leia said, looping her arm with Y/N’s and pulling her toward the large, expansive living room. “I never thought having a small, intimate wedding would require so much work.”
“Of course, Leia. I wasn’t planning on doing much with my summer break anyway.” Y/N loved being a teacher, but even she had to admit that she had begun counting the days to the last day of school after spring break. “I’m here for whatever you need.”
Before the conversation could continue, Y/N heard a loud, banging sound followed by a crash upstairs. The four of them turned their gaze to the staircase, a moment later witnessing a large, brown dog come barreling down the stairs.
“Chewie!” Y/N exclaimed, crouching down on the floor to meet Han’s dog, bracing herself for when the beloved pet leaped toward her. “I’ve missed you!”
The other three watched as Y/N and Chewie reacquainted themselves, Y/N having been in love with the dog from the moment that Han had rescued him. Or when Chewie had rescued Han, if you asked Y/N.
“Well, now I’m a little jealous.” Han said as Chewie curled himself in Y/N’s lap, panting and staring up at her with adoration.
Y/N found herself settling into the Organa house easily, she and Leia beginning to work through wedding details in the living room while Bail moved around the kitchen, cooking dinner with practiced ease. After Bail put Han to work doing the dishes after dinner, the couple disappeared upstairs. Y/N stepped outside with her cup of tea, Chewie hot on her heels and curling up at her feet as she settled into one of the many chairs that dotted the expansive back deck of the house.
“It’s pretty swank here, huh Chewie?” Y/N said, reaching down to pet the dog with a smile. “You better not leave Han and the rest of us behind to live in the lap of luxury.”
“Chewie can stay here as long as he likes.” Bail said, stepping out onto the deck.
“Corellia just wouldn’t be the same without him, I’m afraid.”
“He’s a good boy.” Bail replied, scratching the dog behind his ears. “Unlike his owner.”
“You really don’t like Han, do you?” Y/N asked, looking up at the older man with an eyebrow raised.
“Is it that obvious?” Bail asked.
“Fairly. Leia may have mentioned it earlier.”
“Ay.” Bail replied, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t mean to. I just…no one’s ever good enough for your little girl, you know?”
“I know I’m a little biased, but you’re wrong about Han.”
“Am I?”
Y/N sighed and set down her cup of tea, pushing herself off of the chair to meet Bail by the deck railing.
“You are.” She said. “He has a rough exterior, but Han is one of the best men I’ve ever known. If you really got to know him, you’d see that for yourself.”
Bail huffed out a harsh breath, shaking his head. “You don’t mince words, do you Y/N?”
“Not when I don’t see a need for it.” Y/N replied. “Look, I’ve never seen Han so in love with someone before. He adores her, and she loves him. They’re going to be married in a few weeks, and the sooner that you accept that, the better it will be for your relationship with your daughter.”
“You’re right.” Bail replied with a sigh. “She’s just all that I have left.”
“How long ago did your wife die?” Y/N found herself asking the question before she could stop herself. She’d heard the basics from Leia - a car accident, a drunk driver, with Bail barely walking away from the accident himself.
“Breha died eight years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. But, it just makes me afraid to let go. I had a hard enough time when Leia told me she was moving to Corellia for law school.”
“She’s in good hands with Han, I promise. Just give him a chance.” Y/N rested a hand on Bail’s arm, offering him a supportive smile. She watched as Bail took a deep breath and nodded.
“Tomorrow. I’ll be better tomorrow.”