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From the moment he and Luke made their first attempt for a little one, Han felt different, as if something had changed. The couple had decided to take Leia up on her offer to be their donor, so she and Han had a passionate night together, and Han quickly found himself feeling...different. He felt strange, off, but not in a concerning way. The only way he could really explain it was that he felt off in a "I have a baby inside me" kind of way.
He knew it was way too soon to know for sure, but something deep inside of him told him he was with child. He was so sure of it.
"I think it took," he told Luke a few days after his first attempt. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe to Luke's room at the rebel base on Yavin IV. "I think I'm pregnant."
"How do you know?" Luke asked, eyes not opening from his meditative state.
I don't know how," Han replied with a shrug. "I just know."
There was a long stretch of uncomfortable silence, at least for Han. The sound of his own breathing was almost distracting to him, louder than anything else in the room. He shifted on his feet, one hand moving to rub at his neck. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Look, kid. I just feel different, okay?" Han sighed. "Cant you do some force bullshit to sense life or some shit?"
Luke opened one eye, looked at Han, and closed it again. He took a deep breath, then opened both eyes.
"It doesn't necessarily work like that, Han," Luke said, shaking his head. "And if it did, it would likely only work if the child was force sensitive."
"They might be," Han suggested, something that made Luke's mind scatter in all different directions. "There's a chance, since you're a force user."
"Even so, it's still far too early to tell," Luke insisted, changing the subject back to the potential pregnancy at hand. A sense of fear settled in the pit of his stomach. What if Han really was pregnant? "You aren't even showing any signs yet if you are. How are you so certain?"
I just am," Han sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. This conversation was useless, wasn't it? "Y'know what? We'll just wait a bit and see who's right. When I start puking and my stomach starts getting big, you'd better be prepared to deal with me."
"I just don't think we'd be successful on the first try," Luke tried to explain, but Han was actually right. With time, they would know for sure. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or take Han's last comment seriously. There was a pause, as Luke considered his words. "I'm prepared to 'deal with you.' Otherwise I wouldn't have married you."
Han couldn't help but smile at that, still feeling sparks when he remembered the day he and Luke tied the knot. "We'll see in a few weeks, then."
A few weeks, and another passionate attempt to make a baby with Leia, passed by before Han brought the idea up again. This time, Han felt Luke may believe him. This time, he was showing signs. He was nauseous and was having a heartburn he had not experienced since his teen years.
"Kid, we need to talk," Han said to Luke during a routine supply run. The autopilot on the Falcon had already been set, so he turned in his chair to face the man next to him. "I think I'm pregnant."
"Han, it's only been a few days since you and Leia last tried," Luke said, shaking his head at his partner. "You can't tell if you're pregnant that fast."
"It's only been a few days since we last tried, but it's been a few weeks since we first tried," Han pointed out. The nausea couldn't be for nothing, could it?
"I really doubt it took on the first try, dear," Luke replied honestly. He fully believed the words coming out of his mouth, which frustrated Han to no end.
The frustrating part really was that Luke didn't believe him. He was positive he was carrying a child. Was Luke having second thoughts? It was something Han wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to. At the same time, he knew he needed an answer to, it was important to him to get an answer.
"You getting cold feet now, kid?" Han asked, maybe a little more bluntly and accusatory than he intended to.
Luke stared at Han, brows furrowed in confusion. "What? No, of course not. Han I want a baby as much as you do."
"Then what's with the whole not believing me shit?" Han questioned, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I just know these things take time," Luke explained, getting a bit frustrated himself. He just couldn't believe they would get so lucky on their first try. "No one gets pregnant on their first attempt."
"Okay, but I'm showing signs now," Han insisted. "I've been nauseous to hell and back these past few weeks."
"Right, and you didn't catch a 24 hour stomach bug on Yavin IV a couple weeks ago," Luke reminded him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his partner. "A little nausea could be another stomach bug."
Han's face admittedly heated up in embarrassment, cheeks turning a light, dusty pink. He had forgotten about the stomach bug that they were both certain was just a 24 hour illness, as it came and went within the course of a day, and a few other people on the base got the same thing after interacting a little too closely with Han while he was sick.
"Look, just trust me on this," Han finally said after an embarrassingly long silence. "I know my body."
"I just think it's too soon to know for sure," Luke repeated. "I just don't want either of us to get our hopes up, only to have it not happen, or worse, have something happen early in the pregnancy and lose the baby after getting excited about having it."
"Han sighed, turning his chair back to face the windshield of the Falcon. Luke sort of had a point, he guessed. "You said it takes time. We'll find out for sure soon enough."
Several more weeks passed by before Han tried bringing up the idea to Leia. It was after another passionate attempt to make a baby, one Luke had suggested, since he still wasn't sure abotu Han actually being with child.
"How do you know for sure?" Leia asked, a question Han was prepared to hear from her, but that still irked him to hear.
"I don't know for sure. Not with any concrete evidence anyways," Han replied, ready for the same disbelief from Leia that he had gotten from Luke. "I just have this feeling. My body just feels different than it did before we started trying."
"You know your body best," Leia stated, much to Han's surprise, as she pulled on her shirt and underwear. "If you think it took, maybe you should visit a medcenter.
"I'd rather not," Han replied, putting on only his shirt that barely covered his lower region. He found his shirts were starting to fit a big snug, now that he thought about it. "I'm not a big fan."
"You're gonna have to go sometime," Leia pointed out, motioning for him to sit with her on the bed. "I think it's the only way you're going to convince Luke."
"Great," Han sighed, crawling onto the bed and accepting the embrace Leia was offering him. Leia shifted so she could run a comforting hand through his hair, hoping to reassure him.
Han put off visiting the medcenter for another few weeks. That is, until Luke suggested it himself.
"I think we should take you to a medcenter, dear," Luke said one morning as Han was holed up not feeling well.
"What? Why?" Han asked, grimacing both at the concept of going to a medcenter, and at the wave of nausea that washed over him again as he tried to sit up.
"You've been sick," Luke replied, as if it weren't obvious. "You've spent the last two weeks vomiting after almost every meal."
"I don't need to go to a medcenter to know I'm pregnant," Han stated, managing to sit up all the way without feeling the need to throw up again.
"It's still a little early to be showing signs," Luke started, earning him a glare from his husband.
"Not if the first try took," Han stated. He was tired of repeating himself. One of his hands unconsciously moved to lay on the small swell that rested where his distended uterus sat. "Just look at the timing."
Luke was still skeptical that their first attempt succeeded, but Han had a point. "I think you should go just in case. Just to check everything out and make sure you and a potential baby are doing okay."
"Ugh, fine," Han agreed. If this was the only way he would be able to convince Luke that he was pregnant, so be it. "But be prepared for an 'I told you so.'"
This was how Han Solo found himself in a medcenter tightly gripping his partner's hand, as if he would rather be anywhere else.
"Bloodwork indicates that you are indeed expecting, Mr. Solo. Congratulations are in order," a med droid said matter-of-factly. "My scans indicate the fetus is at twelve weeks of gestation."
"I fucking told you, Luke!" Han cheered. He quickly lost his coky grin for a more simultaneously horrified and in love expression as the confirmation sank in. It worked, and on their first try! "I'm actually pregnant!"
Twelve weeks? That matched the timeline for their first attempt perfectly. Han had been right the whole time, somehow.
"I'm so sorry I doubted you," Luke said, eyes wide with surprise. "We're going to be parents."