“I know it sounds ridiculous Han,” Leia answered, “but from the moment I met him every time I was around him I just felt comfortable. Not in the way I feel around you, but as someone would with their family. I always wondered why that was. But when Yoda said there was another Skywalker… it suddenly made sense why I felt that way. It’s because we came from the same womb. We’re family.”
She could feel that Han was still trying to make sense of the idea that Luke was her… brother. But eventually with a nod, Leia knew Han had come to the conclusion that he trusted her with his life. Even if the notion that Luke was her brother seemed ridiculous to him, he believed her; he believed her above anyone else.
Han slipped Leia’s hand into his own now. But his gaze turned… to Ben. Their son, their innocent son oblivious to the cruel galaxy that loomed over them. He was innocently playing with the toy, a stuffed wookie, Han had given him to distract him. Leia took her free hand and started running her hand through his dark locks. The small babe cooed and smiled.
“Are you going to tell him?” Han asked running his thumb over the upper palm of Leia’s hands. His eyes remained firmly on his son. It must have suddenly become real to Han that they were going to have to leave Ben on Corellia.
“Not yet… I am going to wait until after the war,” Leia sighed deeply. She paused for a moment. Her eyes were now on Ben. She fought off any concern she had on her face. She didn’t want Ben to sense the strife of what was about to happen next, “Luke has so much weight on his shoulders, the last thing he needs is to come to grips that a monster is his father.”
