Chapter Text
in which: Basic Math is Hard for Han Solo
Though she was fairly sure she’d never fainted from sheer shock in her life, Leia felt like passing out. She stared, stricken, at the medical droid, and the young, bubbly human technician, and tried to remember how to speak at all.
“Princess - “ started the young redhead – a med student, who was on duty today with the run-of-the mill droids – and Leia had said she didn’t mind having a student tend her, because she’d done this twice and she was a pro – but --
“You may not be reading that right,” Leia said finally, hating herself for how condescending she sounded.
“Oh,” the girl said, her face falling a little. “I – well, I am, Your Highness, and if I – the droid wouldn’t make a mistake, anyway.”
Han nudged her shoulder, and Leia looked over at him, and was immediately put out by how unconcerned he looked. She gave him an exasperated glare – how dare he not be more undone – and turned back to the med student.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s twins,” the girl repeated.
Leia’s head fell back against the pillow, and she raised her eyes to the ceiling.
“We already have two,” she said to no one in particular, thinking of the two complete terrors she and Han spent all their time chasing around currently – and the girls were two years apart, so they'd have so many different ages at once --
“Are you sure?” Leia asked again.
“Sweetheart,” Han laughed, finally speaking up. “Give the girl a break, will you?”
Leia turned to him sharply.
“Why aren’t you more concerned?” she demanded. “We decided on three!”
“Well,” Han said, deadpan, “I guess we can ask Luke if he wants Ami,” he said, referring to their oldest. “Can you give me a boy this time? At least one of ‘em.”
Leia glared at him.
“Han,” she snapped, “why aren’t you panicking? Did you hear her? It’s two more babies.”
He shrugged. Leia felt like slapping him – why would he care, he didn’t have to actually have them, did he? He had all the fun, the smug, cocky, bastard –
“We know we can handle two,” Han said flippantly. “We do it all the time.”
Leia stared at him for a moment, and then sat forward, realizing he was only so at ease because it hadn’t clicked.
“Yes,” she agreed crisply, “but Han, now we’ll have four.”
He blinked at her sagely for a moment, and then his expression was completely priceless. Leia shook her head at him as he stared at her in realization, and she turned to the medic with a sigh.
“Can you get General Solo a chair?”