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“And you are mine,” I say, squeezing her tight.

“Don’t worry,” I say, stroking his hair for a moment. “They’re gonna love you.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say with a breath of a laugh before pulling back with a smile. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s go,” I say with a nod, hooking my arm through his and walking down the ramp by his side.

The public affection amazes and delights me, the fact that someone is willing to openly want me an entirely new idea. I squeeze her arm and we head toward her parents.

I have no real idea what I’m doing, but I bow.

I fight to hold back my grin at how absolutely adorable he is, and I give his elbow a gentle squeeze before I step forward to hug and kiss my parents. “Mother, Father, this is Captain Han Solo. Han, these are my parents, Bail and Breha Organa.”

“It’s an honour,” I say quickly, suddenly, definitely losing my cool exterior.

“I suppose it is,” Bail says, raising his eyebrows in my direction as Breha gives me a knowing smile.

“I, uh, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know your daughter,” I say, then immediately regret that. “I mean…”

“Exactly how well do you think you know my daughter?” Bail asks, and Breha puts a hand on his arm to stop his line of questioning. “I’m sure the young man is simply complimenting Leia, am I right?”

“Exactly. I was just complimenting her… her intellect,” I say. “You’ve raised a very smart woman, compassionate and kind, too.”

“Yes, I understand that she rescued you from captivity,” Bail says.

“She did; and a dear friend of mine,” I answer. “We’re both very grateful.”

“So, is he allowed in or what?” I ask, playfully challenging my father, who never tells me no.

“A friend of yours is a friend of ours,” he answers, albeit with some reservation, and I’ll take it.

I flash my parents a grin before I hook my arm back through Han’s, tugging at him gently. “Come on, let me show you around!”

“I can’t wait,” I say, following her lead, so relieved.

I quickly lead him towards the gardens, one of my favorite places in the galaxy, and as soon as I’m sure we’re hidden enough I pull him close and kiss him.

“Whoa,” I smile against her mouth, grateful for the affection after the formality.

“I wanted to thank you for that,” I tell him. “I know that I’m…a lot to put up with, sometimes, and my father certainly doesn’t make things easier on you. So, thank you, for not being scared off.”

“I was definitely scared,” I admit, a rarity for me. “But never scared off.”

“It means everything to me that you’re willing to stay by my side,” I tell him. I reach up and stroke his cheek, smiling softly. “You mean everything to me.”

“I feel the same way,” I say softly, and then I can’t believe I’ve said it. I never have expressed feelings like this to anyone before, after all.

I stretch up to press my forehead against his, smiling softly as I stroke his hair. “I’m so grateful I found you.@

“You rescued me,” I say, leaning into her touch. “I could be dead without you.”