"If you see our son—bring him home."
Our son. As he pulled her into an embrace he remembered that day years ago when he had first seen the smiling face of his baby. Those first years of happiness seemed so long ago now—so much had changed. He felt her head on his shoulder and thought of all the years—no, he was regretting things. He hadn't let regret plague him for years, and he wouldn't now.
"Leia." He pulled back from the embrace and lifted her face towards his. He let himself smile, and tossed her a slight wink. "After all these years, I still love you."
For the first time in years, she smiled back. "I still know."
"Wish me luck, princess," he said, and leaned in closer. He had forgotten how much he longed for her kiss.