a.n. This is number four and it references some things from the canon and is not at all connected to the third one.
Sunset on Coruscant
The evening sunlight cast a warm glow into the brightly colored room. The room itself was airy and spacious, and full of comfortable-looking furniture. The furniture wasn't extravagant and showed all the wear and tear of love and use.
The sunlight illuminated the large sofa sitting in the middle of the room. Five figures could be seen curled up together on it, basking in the warmth of the dim lighting. Four of the figures were sleeping contently, happily dreaming. The fifth sat quietly and watched her family dream away. Leia Organa Solo watched dreamily as her husband groaned in his sleep and she smiled wistfully as she saw her twins, Jaina and Jacen, snuggle even closer to their father, heads gently resting on his broad chest. She looked down at her youngest son, little Anakin, sleeping peacefully with his head buried in her bosom, breathing softly. She gently stroked the two-year-old's soft black hair, reveling in the quiet solitude of her family's presence.
Quiet times like this were few and far between, and she made a vow to enjoy them whenever they came. She was often occupied with her politics, negotiations, treaties, and meetings. Her husband Han was generally kept busy too, often flying her around for a variety of functions or attending banquets and balls and the like with her. She smiled as she gave her sleeping husband a proud look. She knew he didn't like attending such functions and the Force knows how tired she is of all the bickering and fighting that goes on in the world of politics. Both of them were always looking for a way to just live quietly and find someplace peaceful to raise their kids. But they both knew that they needed to stay where they are, at least for the time being, until the New Republic is stable enough to fend off the Imperial Remnant without their help. They hoped it would be soon, but knew that that was a hope that would probably never happen.
Leia sighed as her eyes wandered over her three sleeping children. She deeply regretted that she was gone from them for long periods of time, and only wished that she could provide her children with the stable home environment that she knew they deserved. With her and Han always bouncing around the galaxy to who knows where, Anakin and the twins were often left behind. Sometimes the three would remain on Coruscant under the watchful eyes of Winter. Sometimes they stayed on Kashyyyk with Chewbacca and his family. Other times, they stayed with their Uncle Luke at his Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. She knew that they would always be watched carefully, wherever they were and that she had nothing to fear. But she did, she was always fearful when it came to them. She didn't like leaving her children, even when she knew they were in good hands. She was always scared that something would happen to them if she and Han weren't around to protect them. She was always scared that the next time she left would be the last time that she ever saw any of them. She was always scared because she was their mother and as a mother, she would always worry for her children.
Their mother. That's what she was, a mother. Even though Jaina and Jacen were nearly four years old, she was still getting used to being a mother. Growing up, she didn't have very many maternal role models to draw from. She knew her own mother had died soon after giving birth to her and her brother and even though her adopted mother, Breha Organa, was there for the first part of her life, she just never felt like a mother to her. She knew that Breha loved her and treated her as if she was her own daughter, but Leia had always had this feeling deep within her that was always reserved for her real mother and no matter how much she knew Breha loved her, Leia could never see her as her mother. It was at times like this when she wished she had a mother's advice. She wished her mother would have given her advice about feeling this way, about feeling guilty leaving your children someplace while you go off somewhere else, about fearing for your child's safety, about wanting to be there for them when you can't. She wished she had someone who could have taught her about these feelings, because at times like this, she felt like she was making things up as she went along, never knowing if she was doing the right thing or if it was okay to feel the way she was feeling. But she was thankful that she was here for her children, at least part of the time. She may have to go away for a while at times, but when they needed her, she would be there for her children, no matter what. She would always make sure that her children knew who she was and knew that she loved them.
Leia was brought out of her ruminations by the sound of her husband's stirring. She stared at him lovingly as he began to wake up. She watched his slow movements as he stretched his hands above him, gently as not to wake the two young children snuggled close against him. His eyelids opened bit by bit until Leia was staring passionately into those dark eyes that she loved dearly. Han's awareness finally came back to him and he noticed Leia staring at him. He smiled at her as he caught her eye. He let out a deep yawn and rubbed his eyes to wake up.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Leia playfully teased her husband, watching a sheepish grin break out on his face, "you seem like you had a good nap."
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart. And yes, it was a very good nap indeed," Han replied as he looked over his three children. "Have they been asleep the whole time?"
"Yes they have. They fell asleep right after you did. You must make a pretty good pillow," Leia teased him, nodding her head towards the sleeping twins. "They must have been tired out from today."
"I think they were. They were so excited about going to the zoo and the gardens today." The Solo family had gone out that day to celebrate Mother's Day. After a big breakfast at a nice restaurant, the family had gone to the Galactic Zoo. All the children loved going to the zoo to see the animals, especially Jacen, and they tried to go together as often as they could. They hadn't been able to spend much time together recently, due to various political functions and important trips around the galaxy. Han and Leia both missed spending time with their kids and made the most of the day to make up for all the times that they couldn't be there for them.
After an exciting day at the zoo, the family went on a picnic in the gardens. They had a nice lunch and the children enjoyed seeing the plants and flowers that grew there from all parts of the galaxy. Of course they enjoyed it so much, that the twins often ran off, trying to see as much as they could, leaving their parents far behind. Han would have to chase after them as Leia hung back, laughing merrily with little Anakin at her side until the twins would appear a few minutes later, innocent expressions on their faces and an exasperated Han following close behind. But of course a few minutes later, the twins would be off again and Han would have to chase after them down, yet again.
Leia's smile brightened as she remembered the day that they had had. She was glad that she could be here today for her kids. Mother's Day had become one of her favorite holidays because it was a day that she could spend with her family, no matter what was going on in the galaxy around them. Mother's Day was just a day to spend together as a family, a day to just celebrate her love for her family and their love for her. And today was no exception. She knew that despite whatever else was going on in the galaxy around them, the love that they held for each other could never change and that it never would.
Leia glanced back her still drowsy husband, a contented, loving smile on her face.
"Come on, let's go put the little ones to bed. They've had a long day." Han nodded his head in agreement, carefully managing to wrap his arms around the twins without waking them up, and ever so skillfully stood up, one child in each arm, heads resting peacefully on his shoulders. Leia gently lifted Anakin up into her arms and walked down the hallway to their children's bedroom with her husband following close behind.
a.n.2: Sorry, I felt like I needed another one here. The one thing I felt would make this better would be to have Leia's adopted mother die when she was young, rather than when Alderaan blew up. I always thought that she died when Leia was younger, but I've seen it where it says she lived and died with the destruction of Alderaan. I just used my personal preference with this one (and number six as well) and it seems to work.