Han knows he should be happy, but he can't help but feel jealous of Leia. Drabble.
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Han knew it didn’t make any sense. He should be thrilled. With Luke being Leia’s brother, Han could get the girl and not have to worry about hurting the kid. But all Han could think of, as he put on a smile and pulled Leia into an embrace that was slightly tighter than necessary, was that Luke was his brother. Han had put a lot of work into earning the status of big brother and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to share his brother with anyone (even if Leia did have a slightly more legitimate claim). Well, Han sighed, if he had to share the kid with anyone, at least it was someone who could take care of Luke. God knew the kid got into enough trouble and Han couldn’t be there all the time. Leia could fill in for him.