Han Solo had faced all kinds of horrors in his life, he had seen it all. There was nothing he couldn't handle. At least that was what he had thought. Nervously he paced back and forth down the long hallway. Why did Leia have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she let Han be with her? How long had it been? Was it normal for childbirth to last this long? Was something wrong? Why didn't anyone bothered to tell him anything!

"I am calm!" Han snapped when Chewbacca suggested him to calm down. "Don't I look calm!"

He let out a frustrated snort and slammed his fists against the wall.

"I'm sorry, Chewie, but if anything happens to her or our child…"

The wookiee expressed his sympathy and assured that Leia would be alright, she was a fierce woman.

"Yeah," Han murmured when Chewbacca patted his back. "I just wish she wouldn't always be so stubborn…"

"That's my sister," Luke stated calmly. "I thought you would have got used to it by now."

Han glanced at him, annoyed by his typical Jedi calmness. Luke had stood still the whole time, silently meditating or whatever Jedis did.

"I've got used to it," Han snorted. "But that doesn't mean I would like it."

Luke smiled.

"She's fine, I can tell. They both are."

"Hmm," Han murmured and continued pacing. "You know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Yes, I know," Luke replied.

"Well don't tell me, Leia insisted that we wait until the baby is born."

"I think that's nice," Luke stated. "A surprise."

"I don't usually like surprises," Han murmured. "I just want them both to be alright."

All three of them were quiet for a while, Han had no idea how Luke could be so calm.

"You're going to be a great father," Luke finally stated. "I'm sure of it."

Han clenched his fists, he wasn't sure of it at all. What did he know about being a father? What if he would fail? What kind of role model could he be? How could he possibly… His thoughts were cut off when the door finally opened and the midwife stepped out into the hallway. She was smiling calmingly.

"You can come in now, General Solo."

Han was nervous, more nervous than ever before.

"We'll wait here," Luke said. Han barely heard him and he didn't even notice the two medical droids when he entered the delivery room. All he saw was Leia. His beautiful Leia. Her long hair was down and she was wearing a white nightgown. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, her back leaning against pillows. Despite of her exhaustion, she looked more beautiful than ever, holding a tiny bundle in her arms. She looked up and smiled at him, he had never seen her so happy.

"We have a beautiful son," she said.

Han swallowed.

"A son?"

Leia nodded and gently kissed the bundle.

"Come and meet him."

Han hesitated for a brief moment before walking over to the bed. The baby was wrapped inside a blanket, Han couldn't see his face. Cautiously he sat down on the edge of the bed and touched Leia's shoulder. She moved closer to him and tried to give the bundle to him.

"Woah, woah," Han protested. "I… I've never held an infant."

Leia's eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, it's about time for you to learn. Just support his neck and don't drop him."

Han felt everything but comfortable when Leia placed the baby into his arms. He didn't dare to move, he had never felt so clumsy.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Leia sighed.

Slowly Han looked down and saw his son's face. His son… His perfect son. The newborn's sleepy eyes were open; he was looking at his father. Han had never felt anything like it. Perfect happiness.

"Hey…" he murmured.

The baby pouted his lips and let out a little cry. Han smiled; he wanted this moment to last forever. Leia leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around Han. Together they looked at their son.

"You think we can do this?" Han murmured.

"Yes," Leia replied and kissed his cheek. "We can. We'll always look after him."

Han nodded; he wanted nothing more than to be the father this child deserved. He would look after his son until his last breath.