A small spit bubble popped in the mouth of the four month old child in Han's arms. His child. His and Leia's child. This tiny…thing manifested out of their love. And it was currently having a lot of fun blowing spit bubbles at its father.
Han smiled at his son and held him tighter.
"Ba!" Ben sputtered as his latest bubble burst. His big brown eyes found Han's and he smiled and kicked his legs.
Leia's eyes.
"Oh, son, you're gonna be a lady killer when you grow up." Han gently walked around the nursery, rocking the tiny bundle. "Y'know, so was I. Still am really.
"But when I met your mother, even in those dirty senatorial robes, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I had never seen myself as a one-lady kind of guy but…your mama changed that real quick."
Ben began to suck on his hand, signaling that he was hungry. Han went to the kitchen where Leia had stocked some milk and warmed it up. When he was happy with the temperature, he tilted the bottle towards Ben who sucked on it greedily.
"Anyway, I decided to stick around with her and your uncle Luke. And don't ever tell your mother this, but I never actually liked any of those pilots I went out with. I just did it to make her jealous." Ben looked up, as if rolling his eyes. "Just like your mother," Han whispered.
"I could tell, though, that she was in love with me because she kept staring at me and every time I looked at her," he paused, lost in the moment, "well, I fell in love and I could feel her fall in love, too.
"After the Emperor was defeated and we were officially together, we would spend as much time together as we could. There was one night when we had a little too much to drink and we laughed at the stars. We shared everything with each other." Ben's movements had slowed and Han started to move the bottle away. Small hands brushed against his in the attempt to get the bottle back. Han smiled.
"I asked your mom to marry me a few days later. In the same spot, actually. We were lying on the ground, looking up through the trees and saw the stars. I gave your mom a ring I had smuggled a long time ago from Alderaan but the deal fell through. It wasn't the right size but she wore it on a chain around her neck.
"Well, obviously she said yes and we went to the Falcon and…made you." He looked down at his son, now finished with his bottle. Han placed it down on the counter and grabbed a soft towel to dab at Ben's mouth. "You, our little Falcon baby."
"Pppptttt" was Ben's response.