Ben
Luke gazed down at the little dark-haired bundle cradled in Leia's arms. The baby's eyelids flickered open suddenly, his brown eyes locking with Luke's for a second, and Luke felt a shimmer in the back of his mind – as if the consciousness of the baby was manifesting itself within the Force.
"He has it, Luke," said Leia, looking up at him with beads of sweat still glistening on her forehead. "He has it."
"I know," said her brother quietly.
They both watched the baby in silence, each deep amidst their own thoughts. Luke envisioned him as a man, in Jedi robes and tunic, clasping a lightsaber, standing tall and brave against whatever evil lurked in the galaxy. This was the beginning of someone who could be very great, and here he was, a newborn in his mother's arms.
"We were like this once," murmured Leia, reading his feelings.
"But this little one shall know his mother," Luke said. He squeezed his sister's shoulder. "What are you and Han going to name him?"
"Ben," replied Han, breaking his own silence.
"After Obi-Wan?"
Leia nodded. "Without him, I never would have met you. Or Han."
Her husband grinned a little. "Yeah, that was some adventure. Though we hated each other at first. You were so controlling."
"And you were such a scoundrel," rejoined Leia. "But look where we are now. So much can change in a few years."
Ben gurgled abruptly and broke into a toothless smile, which had a distinctly Solo quirk in one corner. Leia laughed softly and kissed him.
"We love you, little Ben," she whispered. "We always will… no matter what."