End Of The Road ♕SkySolo AU♕

[7]

[Han]

Pulling up to the Organa manor, I felt nervous. I hadn't actually took the time to look decent. I pushed down the rear view mirror and started messing with my hair.

"Han?"

I jumped startled and turned to my left. Luke had his head laid in in his arms and he had his eyebrow cocked up in a confused manner.

"Luke!" I exclaimed.

He smiled. "I think you look okay. Now come out so I can get one of your breadwinning hugs." He said, impatiently.

I laughed and hopped out of the car and embraced Luke. It felt so good to have him in my arms after so long. His head rested against my chest as he pulled himself closer to me. I lifted his chin and kissed him softly.

"I missed you." He whispered.

"Of course you did." I retorted.

He rolled his eyes. "Where's Chewie?" He asked.

"In the back sleeping. Geez that's all he does nowadays. He's such an old man." I said rolling my eyes,

Luke laughed. "How old is he in human years?" Luke asked.

"About fifty or sixty maybe. I don't know. But he's still an old man. How about you. What've you been up to?" I asked, brushing his hair out of the way.

"Hey lovebirds! Dad wants to see you!" Leia called from the doorway.

I realized we were still pressed against each other and stepped back a little. "Mind helping me get my stuff?" I asked.

Luke shrugged and followed me around to the back. I always packed two suitcases. Ever since I was little. My dad was a researcher, so he was always going place to place. He always told me that one bag was for business, another for personal. I let Luke carry the personal, since it's a lot lighter. I carried the other bag, along with Chewie's dog bed.

"Are we going to get Chewie out?" Luke asked.

"Well yeah of course, but-"

"Charles!" Luke called.

Almost immediately, a tall man in a suit stumbled out. His hair was a whitish-gold and he was very skinny, almost like he never ate.

"Yes, Master Luke?" He asked.

"Can you get Chewie out of the truck? He's sleeping in the back of the car part of the truck." Luke explained.

"Of course, Master Luke."

"And what did I say about calling me that. Just Luke is fine."

"Yes, Ma-Luke." Charles said, nodding.

I looked over to Luke and raised my eyebrow. "Butlers eh?" I teased.

"Well he's also a translator for dad. He's fluent in six million languages. Dad has to do a lot of business with people around the world so he needs him. Also Robert only speaks Russian."

"Who's Robert?" I asked.

"He's the chef and he's dad's personal assistant. The only English words he knows is 'yes', 'no', and 'fuck off'." Luke explained.