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It was two days after the battle of Dathomir. Han Solo, mostly healed from his injuries sustained in the battle, was on the newly-repaired Millennium Falcon with Leia, looking at a long, eight day trip back to Coruscant. Chewbacca and Luke had graciously elected to stay on one of the Hapan battle cruisers that was also headed to Coruscant, and Han was hopeful the trip back from Dathomir would be more peaceful than the trip there. He and Leia were finally alone, she loved him, and almost everything seemed right again in the galaxy. But even the way Leia’s hands were running through his hair and the way she was panting against his mouth as they lay on the bunk couldn’t entirely banish his lingering doubts from the whole debacle.
Han pulled back, breathing heavily. “Sweetheart, I think we should talk first.”
Leia sighed, frustrated. She knew she had no right to be, but she was hoping to put off the inevitable. They needed to talk—badly—but it would be a long, hard conversation. And she’d be forced to examine her own self-sabotaging behavior from the past two weeks. Couldn’t they just fall back into bed and pretend none of this had happened? But she saw the lingering pain in his eyes and knew that wasn’t possible. She nodded in agreement.
He moved a hand to her cheek and gently stroked her face. “Hey,” he reassured her, “we’ll figure it out. I love you.”
She looked at him, guilt and shame flooding her body. “You shouldn’t,” she said.
He shrugged. “Too late for that, I think.” He said it lightly, meaning it to be a joke. But it hurt Leia. He was such a good man, incredibly loyal and loving. She wasn’t sure she did deserve his devotion anymore, after what she put him through. But he was still here, and she didn’t doubt that he loved her; she never would again. She surged forward and kissed him—a promise. She would make this better; she would never hurt him again. She pulled back and said, “I love you.”
He smiled and some of the pain in his face dissipated. “Come on, let’s get some sleep. It’s been a long couple of days.” He coaxed her down into the bunk next to him and she buried her head in his shoulder. “We can have it out tomorrow.”
She wrapped an arm around his chest and squeezed him tightly. It had been close, but they had made it through. She was where she belonged, cuddled up with Han on the Falcon —home. She would never let herself lose this again, she vowed, as she quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.
Han woke first, Leia still cuddled up to his side, as they had awoken hundreds of times before. He looked down at her peaceful face and smiled, thrilled she was here with him again. But despite his happiness, he was weary. Not just from the broken leg and teeth, or the adventures on Dathomir the past week. He was tired from the emotional strain of the past five months and their separation. And, being honest, he was hurt. Badly. The past week and a half had been hell. Leia was the one insisting they get married, and he wanted to, of course. But he still felt raw, and he wondered if it was too much too soon for him after what happened. They needed to talk and clear the air. He had been forced to rebuild some of his walls in the past week.
Leia stirred and slowly woke up, looking up at him with her big eyes. Fuck , he thought. He might still be angry, still be hurt, but he loved her. He hadn’t come this far, won a planet, defeated witches and warlords, to give up on them now.
She stretched a hand up to his cheek, rubbing the morning stubble on his chin. “You’re thinking,” she stated.
“Hmm,” he replied. He felt five hundred different things all at once looking at her.
She kissed him gently. “Let’s get up, have some food, get dressed. Then we can talk. We both need it.”
They ate and got ready for the day. Leia was heartened that, despite some obvious tension between them, they were mostly fine. Conversation flowed naturally, silences weren’t awkward, and she laughed more than she had in the past five months. So despite the heavy topic of conversation, Leia was hopeful as she sat next to Han at the dejarik table, a warm cup of tea in her hands.
They looked at each other for a moment. “How the hell do we even start this?” Han asked.
Leia took a sip of her tea and then took a deep breath to steady herself. “What do you need to know?” she asked.
Han rubbed his hands over his face. “Just… what happened?”
Leia sighed, trying to put herself back in the mindset she’d been in a week ago. “On the day of Isolder’s proposal, it was a perfect storm of everything coming together. I’d been working non-stop and I was exhausted. I hadn’t seen you in five months—I was so lonely, without you or Luke or Chewie. The only people around me were all pushing for this alliance. Horm wanting it, I understand. But Mon Mothma? She’s always been an ally, and someone I’ve trusted. So for her to be in favor of the marriage… “
“Yeah,” Han said darkly. “Mothma’s going to be on my shit list for a long time now.”
Leia continued, “I will point out, I never agreed to anything. I was never engaged to Isolder. When Horm met with the Alderaanian Council—you were there—they were making decisions and making plans as if I had. I was swept along with it and everything got away from me.”
“Horm was being pushy, I’ll give you that,” Han agreed. He took one of her hands. “But I don’t understand why you let them push you around like that? That’s not you.”
He was right, of course. For something as important as marriage, she should not have let anyone sway her into anything. She knew this, she felt this, she believed it. Her parents had always told her she would never be expected to make a political match. So why had she just gone along with it?
“I think it came down to feeling selfish if I didn’t go along with it. So many people died on Alderaan, because of me.”
“Hey now,” Han interrupted.
“I know, I know,” Leia replied, holding up her hands in surrender. “But knowing it’s not my fault logically and truly feeling that way are two very separate things. I survived, and the vast majority of Alderaanians didn’t. The least I could do for those remaining would be to secure them a safe, stable place to live. How selfish would I be to not put my people first? When everything that befell them is the fault of my family getting involved with the Rebellion?”
Alderaan , Han thought grimly. It had been eight years and it still ruled nearly all her actions. He could see how her mind could have twisted it to make sense. “So you’d punish yourself in an attempt to atone for what happened to Alderaan?”
Leia grimaced when hearing it laid out so clearly. “Something like that.” She put a hand on his thigh. “Add that to not seeing you for months, the people I trust on Coruscant pushing for the engagement, months and months of long hours and few breaks, the fight just wasn’t there. I let myself be persuaded into thinking it was a good idea—the only idea.”
“And it didn’t hurt that he was hot,” Han added.
Leia tilted her head and frowned at him.
Han laughed. “Hey, I admit it. He’s a good looking guy—I’m not blind. Not anymore at least. It was easier to go along with the plan when the prince looked like that, and not some balding fifty-year-old.”
“I suppose,” Leia conceded, though she hated being that superficial. She looked down at the dejarik table, fingering the rim of her mug. This was the hardest part to discuss. “And it’s one thing if I wanted to do that to myself—to give away my life for the sake of the Alderaanian survivors. But I didn’t only have myself to think about, and I’m so sorry for how I treated you.”
Han was silent, looking away from her. “You know, selling yourself for Alderaan—I can see that. Don’t agree, obviously. But I can understand you at least having to consider an offer like that.” He looked up at her and the pain in his eyes pinned her in place. “But you acted like you hated me.”
Leia felt tears welling, but she forced them down. She didn’t want his concern right now; he deserved to be the focus. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.
“I thought… I don’t know, I guess I thought we had something kind of special?” Han said.
“We did. We do,” she said emphatically. “I’m sorry. It was entirely unfair how I treated you.”
“Well, you can say you’re sorry all you want, but why’d you do it?” The question was asked casually, but the undercurrent of anger and pain was easily detected.
She looked down, clasping her hands together in her lap. “I’ve thought about that, and I think I was trying to protect myself.” She paused for a moment and took a sip of her tea. “When I moved to Coruscant as a senator, my father and I were both so excited. But in the weeks before the move, my mother, usually so warm and loving, was cold and distant. She yelled at me more in those weeks than she had my whole childhood, and I remember being so hurt and confused. She was struggling with letting me go, so she pushed me away, trying to distance herself as much as possible. She pretended she didn’t care I was leaving and ended up hurting us both more than if she’d just been honest with me from the beginning. We eventually talked it out, and we were fine. But I remember how badly her indifference during those weeks hurt.” She met his eyes. “Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“Yeah.”
“I had already resigned myself to the Hapan deal. I thought I had to do it for the sake of my people. And so I pushed you away, pretended I didn’t care. If you’d been there those five months, I don’t think I’d have been able to. But the Hapans got to me before I’d even had a chance to see you, so I distanced myself immediately. If Isolder had proposed even the next day, after we’d had a chance to reunite, it would have gone differently. But I shut you out preemptively, and I wish I hadn’t.”
His head was bowed, and she tentatively placed a hand on his neck. He was quiet a few more moments before softly saying, “You really hurt me, Leia.”
She rubbed his neck gently. She knew she had; his actions had belied his deep pain. But to hear him say it, to have him be so vulnerable… she wanted to scream. He had done so much for her, for the New Republic. He had risked his life these past five months to bring peace to the galaxy—and then returned to be essentially abandoned by her. She hated that she’d added to the trauma he’d experienced in his life.
Leia leaned her head down into his neck and breathed him in. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his skin. His shoulders started shaking, and he brought a hand to his eyes. With despair, she realized he was crying. “Oh, Han,” she said despondently, abandoning her attempt to hold back her own tears. She pulled him up and held him desperately. He grasped onto her and they both cried, releasing the pain and loneliness of the past weeks, of the past five months.
After a few minutes, Han pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against hers. She wiped tears from his cheeks and met his red eyes with her own. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated. Han leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss.
“You know,” he said, sitting back against the booth, “feels better getting that out. Maybe I've been bottling up some stuff.”
She laughed. “You aren’t the only one.” She looked over at him. He looked rumpled, and his face was red, but he did look happier.
“You still loved me, right? Even when you were acting like I was the worst person in the galaxy?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, squeezing his arm. “I could never stop loving you. But I also had years of practice in repressing my feelings for you. I could be convincing, not only to you, but to myself.”
He harrumphed. “If you’d gone through with it, do you think you’d have come begging for me to take you back in three years then, huh?”
“I don’t think I would have lasted three years this time,” she admitted, imagining that future and how lonely it would have been without him.
Han shifted. “Did you sleep with him?” He looked up at her, the uncertainty in his eyes agonizing.
“No,” she said. “He kissed me a few times though, and I’m sorry for that. We hadn’t technically broken up and I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I don’t know,” Han said with a scoff. “You telling me to have a good life seemed pretty final to me.”
She winced, remembering that conversation. “That was harsh of me. Even if I did want to end things, I could have done it with more compassion and empathy.”
“It didn’t feel great,” he agreed. He paused another moment before asking, “Did you love him?”
Leia had asked herself the same question. “No—how could I? I knew him for all of three days before you took me to Dathomir. He said he loved me, but he didn’t. He loved the idea of me, and the Queen Mother I could have been. But we didn’t know each other at all.”
“It did seem to be happening pretty quick,” he remarked.
Leia sighed, remembering her actions. Would she really have married someone she barely knew? How had she lost herself so fully? Her parents would have been disappointed with her. They had always made it clear she wasn’t a pawn.
“I think I tried to convince myself I was falling for him, in the same way I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care for you anymore. As a way to make what seemed inevitable easier.”
“And you’re better than anyone at denying how you feel for the sake of the cause.”
“That’s probably not my healthiest trait,” she agreed. She slid over next to him, intertwining their fingers and pressing a kiss to his hand. “I love you. Only you.”
He smiled goofily. “It’s nice to hear that, I gotta say. I was worried I’d never hear that again.”
“I love you,” she repeated, delighted by his happiness. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek and kissed him slowly, enjoying doing that whenever she wanted again. “And I’m so sorry. For all of it.”
“Eh, stop apologizing,” he brushed her off. “It’s not like I was being a saint this week either.” He pulled her into his arms.
“You were better than me! You fought for our relationship; I was completely irrational.”
“Because of all that you’ve been through. You were so deeply traumatized by one event eight years ago that you’ve been trying to fix it ever since. You finally saw an opportunity to make it a little better, so of course you took it.” He hugged her tightly and kissed her head.
“But I was being so short-sighted! Physically, Hapes may have some resemblance to Alderaan, but culturally, they could not be further apart. The elitism, the misandry… they would never mesh with Alderaanian values. How could I think it would work?” She huffed in frustration and leaned her head against his chest. “And besides, whatever trauma I have doesn’t give me a right to treat you so horribly.”
“Yeah, but I also didn’t have the right to use the Gun of Command on you,” he said. “You tried to explode our relationship emotionally. I’m the one who got violent.”
Leia flinched, pulling away a little to look at him. “That wasn’t okay, I agree. But at the same time, you knew something was wrong. I wasn’t acting like myself; I wouldn’t have an adult conversation with you. You removed me from a bad situation. Shooting me with a mind control gun wasn’t the best way you could have gone about it, but execution isn’t always your strongest suit,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m still not okay with how I acted,” Han admitted.
“I know. I’m still annoyed at most of my actions too. But I know you would never hurt me. And I know if Isolder was what I wanted, you would have stepped aside, like you tried to do with Luke on Endor. But this wasn’t about you or your ego—you knew the way I was acting wasn’t normal and you intervened. I was trapped on Coruscant for five months, working sixteen-hour days, not sleeping or eating enough, surrounded by people like Horm. Just getting away from that environment—being outside, away from politicians—it’s what I needed. Coruscant can be toxic.”
Han rubbed her hand. “And you’ve always been terrible at taking care of yourself,” he agreed.
“Everyone else—Mon Mothma, Horm, the entire government—was willing to sacrifice me,” Leia continued. “Even Luke was uncharacteristically blasé about the whole situation. You were the only one who cared about me as an individual and not just as a means to achieve their political goals. You are the only one I can trust; you know me better than I know myself.”
“So you’re not mad at me about it?”
Leia paused for a moment, thinking back to everything that had passed between them in the past eight years. Even after his most reckless actions, she’d never been able to stay mad at him for long. “No, I’m not. Maybe I should be, but no. As I said, I know you would never hurt me. Isolder even asked me if I went with you willingly and I said yes.”
“But you didn’t,” Han protested.
“I know. But I also meant it when I told him that. Even after you shot me, I trusted you completely, and even if I was denying it to myself, my subconscious wanted to give us a chance.”
“Shooting you was still fucked up,” he said.
“Yes, it was,” she agreed. “And I don’t want to condone it, but I fucked up majorly too. You’ve risked your life so many times for the New Republic. You gave up the last five months of your life for it. And I accused you of not caring enough and being irresponsible. I was the unreasonable one, throwing away everything we had together. We both did stupid, awful things.”
Han hummed in agreement. “I guess we chalk it up to us both being in a real bad place after a long, stressful couple months?”
“Yes,” she said. “But we’re okay now, right? Or we will be, once I castigate myself appropriately for the situation?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want you to punish yourself. That’s not going to do anyone any good. We’re okay now.” Han leaned over for a lingering kiss. When they broke apart, Han wrapped his arms around her and she nestled her head on his shoulder. They cuddled quietly, contentedly, until the Falcon ’s main comm unit beeped.
Leia buried deeper into Han’s arms for a moment, before letting go and sitting back. “I’ll get it.” She walked over to the communications panel, activated it, and was greeted by the image of one of her favorite people.
“Chewie!”
He growled in greeting. <<I wanted to check in. I figured you two would either have patched things up or murdered each other by now.>>
Leia sat down in the chair facing the console. “Oh, Chewie,” she breathed out. “We fixed it, but I’m so sorry about the way I acted.” Her guilt flared again in the face of Chewie’s concern.
Han joined her at the console. “Hey, Chewie,” he said, standing next to Leia.
<<Han,>> Chewie said seriously, <<Do not let her blame herself too much. You are both wonderful, passionate people. But you are also two hurt and traumatized people. There will be bumps in your life together. I trusted you would figure this out, and you did. And it only took weeks instead of years this time!>> He laughed, before addressing Leia. <<Princess, listen to me. You do not have to do this alone. I have been married for over 100 years. There will be times you hate him—there are times I hate him, I promise. But work together to fix it. You are a team; do not push him away again.>>
Leia sniffled back tears, and nodded in agreement. She’d been crying too much recently.
Chewie continued, <<But I also want you to know, had the engagement with the prince happened, I would have intervened. Not for Han’s sake, but for yours.>>
The tears became harder to hold back. “Thank you for being there for me and Han, and for supporting us even when we’re making stupid decisions,” she said.
Chewie laughed again and shook his head. <<This was one of the stupider times. And with Han, that’s saying something.>>
“Hey!” Han interjected.
Chewie continued, <<But I’ve been around this galaxy long enough to recognize love. And you two have it. It’s a precious gift; do not take it for granted.>>
“We won’t,” Leia promised.
<<Good.>> Chewie smiled and his warm blue eyes brightened. <<Now go enjoy the remaining time to Coruscant. I will keep the politicians off your back until we arrive.>>
“Thanks, Chewie,” Han said.
“We don’t deserve you,” Leia added.
<<You are stuck with me regardless. I will be in touch soon.>> Chewie ended the call.
Leia looked up at Han. “I’m lucky that I get not only you in the deal, but him too.”
Han reached out a hand and pulled her up next to him. “Even if you had left me, you still would have had him. He was ready to toss me out the airlock after my little Gun of Command stunt. He likes you more than me most of the time, I’d say.”
Leia hugged Han firmly. “Let’s never talk about the Gun of Command again, okay?”
He laughed. “Fine by me, sweetheart. I’m happy to pretend these last two weeks—hell, these last five months—never happened.”
She looked up at him and put her hands on his cheeks, pulling him down into a kiss. “I love you,” she said with all the warmth and sincerity she could convey.
He pulled back, smiling. “I love you.” He cocked his head and looked at her, his eyes shining with both playfulness and desire. “I made us stop last night so we could talk. We talked. Can we go back to what we were doing now?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I think we could do that,” she agreed, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him another long, healing kiss.
Han awoke to a naked princess beside him. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a laugh. Fuck, everything was better now.
His laugh woke up Leia, who yawned and looked over at him, a brilliant smile lighting up her entire face. “Hey,” she said, positively glowing. He wasn’t above congratulating himself for that glow.
“So, that was nice,” he said, gathering her into his arms and kissing her bare shoulder.
She hummed in agreement. “We’re never going five months without sex again.” Wrapping her arms around him, she snuggled in. “You know, it’s really because of that that this whole thing happened. Had we just had a chance to have sex after you got back, this all could have been avoided.”
He laughed. “You think so?”
“I do,” she said. “I never would have considered giving you up if you had done that right before Isolder showed up.”
“That good, huh?” he asked, smugly.
“Always,” she responded, pulling back enough to give him a gentle kiss.
He’d had a rough couple of weeks and was more than willing to let his ego enjoy the moment. But Leia wasn’t wrong, now that Han thought about it. Whenever one of them came back from an extended mission, there was always an initial period of awkwardness until they had sex and got back on the same page. And this had been their longest separation yet. Besides the carbonite, of course, but he wasn’t going to think about that right now, when she was so warm and naked and he was so satisfied.
“Yeah, I think we’re going to be alright,” he said.
“I think so too.” She beamed and propped herself up on her arms, leaning on his chest. She ran a hand through his hair and he wanted to purr like a loth cat. Maybe it was just the five months of celibacy that had made them so awful to each other; any tension or lingering resentments had disappeared in the night. It felt like they were finally back to where they’d been five months earlier and could start moving forward together again.
But was it night? He really had no idea. This happy moment seemed to exist outside of time. It could have been three days later and he might have believed it.
Leia leaned forward to kiss him again, lingering this time. “I love you,” she said when she pulled back. Han grinned, knowing full-well he must have looked like an idiot, but unable to stop it. He felt giddy, electric.
“I’ve been thinking,” Leia started.
“What?” he said in mock outrage. “I can’t have been doing my job right if you were thinking at all.”
She giggled and goosed his backside. “You idiot,” she said, full of love and affection. He was glad she could tease him again, the banter as healing as their kisses. “I woke up earlier for a bit and was thinking then.” She placed a placating kiss on his chest.
“So what were you thinking?” he asked, enjoying how openly affectionate she was being.
She snuggled back into his side, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. “After all we talked about earlier, last night? Whenever it was.” He was pleased he wasn’t the only one who’d lost track of time. “How do we prevent this from happening again?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’d be happy to have this happen again. Give me a few more minutes and it can happen again right now.”
She swatted him lightly on the chest. “You know what I mean. How do we make sure we don't get to such a bad place again?”
“Sex more than once every five months?” he suggested.
She laughed. “Definitely, and as part of that, I think we should limit missions to no longer than a month. Anything beyond that is unreasonable.”
“Huh,” he thought about it. “Can we do that? That would be great, but—”
“No, I’m done with these separations. It’s not unreasonable to see your family on a regular basis. And you resigned your commission anyways, so—”
“I can be your trophy husband,” he concluded. “I like it.” He kissed her head. “I think that’s smart. This whole five month thing clearly wasn’t great for anyone’s mental health.”
“Right. I need a support system. I need someone I can trust. I need you ,” she emphasized. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes and he fell in love all over again. It might have been stupid, to do what he did with Dathomir. But he wasn’t going to argue with the results, if it meant Leia looking up at him like that. Han felt his heart squeeze.
“And the past weeks have proved I’m a disaster without you,” he added.
“I do seem to even out your more impulsive traits,” she agreed with an impish twinkle in her eye.
“Okay, what else were you thinking?”
She nestled her head back on his chest, avoiding his eyes. “I need to restart therapy with Dr. Basel. I thought I was okay, but clearly Alderaan is still affecting me in unhealthy, self-destructive ways.”
He knew that couldn’t have been easy to admit. He rubbed her back. “I think that’s a good idea. Anything else?”
She looked up at him again, with a smile in her eyes. “The New Republic is going to need us to have a big wedding, for morale if nothing else. I understand that, but I’m also tired of basing all my decisions on what the New Republic wants or needs. What do you want for a wedding?” she asked.
“Uh, honestly, anything. As long as we end up married, I’m fine with it.” He thought for a moment. “Though, I guess if I had a choice, I wouldn’t pick some giant gala with thousands of stuffy politicians I’ve never met.”
She nodded. “Exactly. And we do have a choice. It’s our wedding—not the New Republic’s. We are going to start doing what’s best for us first, especially since the leadership has shown it doesn’t particularly care about our interests.”
“So, what’s that all mean?”
“We’ll do the whole big ceremony, reception, media circus. I understand the value of that. But, legally, we’re going to get married a few days before. A small, quiet ceremony—just you, me, Chewie and Luke. And maybe the droids, if I ever forgive 3PO for that song.”
Han winced at that memory. It really had been a wild few weeks. “Will we be able to keep that under wraps?”
“It will only be for a few days. We can keep it quiet until after the formal ceremony and then tell everyone, if we want. How does that sound?”
He smiled, thinking about them actually getting married. “I like it. You sure you’re okay with that?”
“Absolutely. We can have a small wedding, focused on us, and the New Republic can have its big media event. Everyone wins. And then we’re taking a month-long honeymoon.”
“How are you going to manage that?” It would be wonderful to have a month alone with her, but Han had a hard time believing it would actually happen.
“My generous colleagues were willing to excuse me from work for six months to go to Hapes. They’ll have no choice but to spare me for a mere month now.”
“You’ve thought of everything, huh?” He ran a hand through her long hair and rubbed her scalp. She loved when he did that, and he knew it. She hummed in contentment for a few moments before sitting up.
She looked down at him. “One other thing I’ve decided. I’m going to take your last name.”
Han furrowed his brow. “What? You—you don’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know,” she agreed. “You would never ask, but I want to. And to clarify, I’ll add it to Organa. I couldn’t give that name up, of course. But I think Leia Organa Solo has a nice ring to it.” She looked down at him proudly.
Han was stunned. He hadn’t considered that, and the fact that she was even offering it made him emotional. His chest felt tight and he raised a hand to her cheek. “You don’t have to,” he restated.
She smiled, bringing her hand up to cover his. “I know, but I want to. As a sign to you of how committed I am to our family. As a reminder to myself to never let my priorities get so distorted again. And as a fuck you to all my colleagues who would have been happy to sell me off like a piece of meat.”
Han laughed at that, and pulled her down on top of his chest. That sounded like the Leia he knew. “Maybe I’m just being petty, but hearing Horm have to call you Solo would make my year.”
“Right?” she agreed, laughing. “He will hate it so much, and that right there is reason enough to do it.”
Han’s laughter died down. “I love you so much.”
She kissed his nose. “I love you.” She settled on his chest, her chin resting on her hands, her gaze holding his. “After the war, after Ord Mantel, after Bespin, after carbonite, after Vader, and now after this—if we can get through all that, we can get through anything the galaxy might throw at us.”
“You know, I think you’re right,” he agreed. He smiled broadly at her and pulled her back down into their bed and into the happy future they’d made for themselves.