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It is.

[Because there's no denying that their life here is much closer to "married" than just dating or engaged, especially with the issues they knew existed in the future and were trying to work through now. Focusing on strengthening their relationship, along with living together and having a kid and all the rest of that, certainly seemed more like married, and it gives Leia somewhat of an idea where he might be going with this.]

Do you want me to refer to you as my husband?

[for some reason, he had expected her to object to this. maybe because there hasn't been a ring or a ceremony or anything like that involved.]

If you want to?

[and as a result, he feels a little off-balance about it. there was no argument where he expected one, what should he do?]

And you'll always be my old lady but it'd be nice to be able to call you my wife, too.

[She smiles brightly, the rest of their surroundings growing more vibrant and colorful as she does so. A ring and a ceremony would be nice, but even with that, she wouldn't want a particularly large ceremony. Only something small, only with people they both care about there. Anything larger than that would remind her too much of what she lost and would never be able to have. Because surely if Alderaan were still around, they would've had no choice to have anything but the most extravagant wedding ceremony.]

I'd like that. I think it's easier to explain than "future husband," as well.

[he actually flushes at how pleased she seems to be--the emotional effects around here make it easier to read other people's emotions, so of course right as his grin widens a familiar, loud sound is heard from the kitchen. yep, the stovepipe. yep, again. han groans, burying his face in leia's neck so he doesn't have to see her reaction to that. no doubt it'll be embarrassing.]

Okay, so, wives aren't supposed to laugh at their husbands, remember that.

[Oh, it's embarrassing alright. Her initial surprise at the loud bang coming from the kitchen fades and Leia laughs, a genuine happy laugh, glad to see Han is as pleased about this as she is. Her other arm comes around to hold him closer to her as he buries his face in her neck.]

I don't think that's a rule anyone follows, Hotshot.

[he grumbles a bit before pressing a kiss to her neck and giving up on the hiding part. glancing up at her, he can't quite hide his smile, even if he is complaining.]

Laugh it up, Princess, laugh it up. You just be grateful you just gotta deal with stuff glowing, alright?

[Her laughter eventually dies down, but her eyes are still brimming with amusement as he lifts his head to look up at her.]

Hopefully the stove isn't actually broken.

[But really, at least this time, she doesn't mind it. Since there's no way he could've played that off as anything other than his own genuine happiness about their new arrangement. And even with as good as she's gotten at reading him, the emotional effects help confirm she's right.]

Aw, forget about the stove. I'll take care of it later.

[he only has to fix the thing about every other day, so.]

I think I'm happy where I am for the moment.

You're assuming I was going to let you up in the first place.

[Because her arms are still around him and she's shown no inclination of wanting to move. She can be worried about the stove while also not wanting him to get up and fix it, okay.]

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