Jaina was still fuming when Wedge came into her parent's bedroom, but she had been doing a good job of keeping it from the triplets, who, for once since the day they were born, were getting a decent nap.
"Your mother went to meet your father for dinner," he informed her, sitting behind her and gently kissing her neck.
"How could you have been married to that woman? She's atrocious." Jaina said, turning to face him.
"Well, love, time changes people, I assure you, she wasn't always like that," Wedge told her, running a hand through her soft hair.
"I'm sorry, she just got to me; just the way she was looking at me made me angry."
"Don't apologize to me, but I do think you should try a little harder to keep your anger in check. It's not just your mind you're dealing with anymore. From what I've seen," he said, standing and walking over to the cribs where the triplets slept, "these little ones can feel every emotion coming off of you."
"It is true. The same thing happened with me, Jacen, and Anakin with mom. Ben with Luke and Mara too."
Wedge stood over the cradles, looking at his children, "It's amazing how Deron and Bryan look so different."
"I'm actually wondering if Deron's eyes will fade as to a darker color when he gets older. It never happened with Anakin. I hope they stay, because his eyes are absolutely beautiful."
"They're all absolutely beautiful," Wedge said, turning to give her a bit of a smile. Jaina smiled in return, and he asked, "Do you want to head back over to our quarters?"
"Well, they've been sleeping for a bit now, and I'm kind of enjoying the quiet. I was thinking we could just hang around here until mom and dad get back."
"Sounds like a plan," Wedge sat himself down in a chair by Leia's dressing chamber. A moment of still uncomfortable silence hung between them. Both eager to fill it, they spoke at the same time.
"I'm thinking about getting cosmetic surgery—"
"I really am sorry about Iella—"
Wedge was the first to recuperate after the jumble, "What?"
"Nothing too serious," Jaina told him, "Maybe just changing my eye color."
"Though it's not a serious chance, the surgery itself is still pretty risky. What's wrong with your eyes? I think they're stunning."
"They're brown."
"Green eyes aren't so special either. Besides, yours are a magnificent color brown. I've never seen someone with eyes like yours."
"Besides Jacen," Jaina joked.
Wedge chuckled a bit, "This is true. Honestly Jaina, you are without a doubt the most breathtaking woman I've ever seen in all my days."
She couldn't help but smile at him, "Go on…"
"And I don't think that a visit from the ice queen that is my former wife should make you feel that you need to better yourself in any way. And once again, I'm sorry she came here and did what she did. It will be dealt with and prevented in the future."
"Consider it Bantha fodder, I'm getting over it now," Jaina said, playfully getting up from the bed and walking over to where he sat, placing herself gingerly in his lap, "I find it nearly impossible to look at you and stay angry."
She had barely even sat down on his lap before she felt his hands on her hips, something she had gotten used to in the past year. It was his sign that he had some ideas in his head that he only subtly wanted to relay to her his interests for that evening. Jaina took the hint and smiled coyly, leaning her head down until their lips brushed.
"All you flyboys, all you ever think about is—"
"Hey, kids."
Jaina almost vaulted across the room when she heard her father's voice in the doorway. Instead she simply removed herself from Wedge's now weakening grasp. She could tell from the look on his face that all the intentions he had were all but existent, at least for the time that Han was there.
"I thought you couldn't sneak up on a Jedi," he reasoned with a slight grin, covering up any discomfort about walking in on his only daughter straddling herself over her much older lover's lap in her parent's bedroom.
"Hormones must mess things up quite a bit then," Leia's voice came from behind him.
Apparently their little flirtation had been viewed for longer than just a few lingering words. Wedge cleared his throat and adjusted his slacks before standing. Jaina shrouded her face with her hand, trying not to chuckle even in the slightest as she headed over to the cradles where the infants slept.
"I guess we'll just be taking them back to our quarters then."
"Nonsense, they're still napping!" her father said, "They can stay here for the night, you two haven't had any alone time since they were born, right, Wedge?"
They all knew that Han was trying to make it painful for him. To the Solo's, it was amusing. To Antillies? Not so much. He dug his hands into his pockets, seeming years younger than he actually was, more like he and Jaina were teenagers that had been caught rather than adults.
"You might say that is true," Wedge agreed carefully, "Maybe."
Han just shook his head, hiding his own amusement by heading to the fresher, adding before the door closed, "Get the hell out of here."
Jaina finally allowed herself a chuckle as she walked from the room. Wedge huffed a short breath, took a look at the triplets and followed her out, becoming even more embarrassed by the amused look on Leia's face. Even the voice of reason in the family was able to make him feel as if he was young again.
If he hadn't been quite so humiliated, he would have been overjoyed.
"Ah, that was hysterical." Jaina breathed as they walked down the hall.
"Sure it was," Wedge said sarcastically, "Very funny."
"Well, look where it got us. A night to ourselves, no crying, no changing, no feeding. Just you, me, and all our pent up aggression to take out on one another," with every word she nudged into him more and more.
"You're heading into dangerous waters, Solo. A frustrated Rouge Squadron flyboy," he added emphasis to the word, "is something I'm not sure you're ready to experience."
"You're forgetting something," Jaina said, opening the door to a utility closet in the hall.
"What's that?" he asked, stopping.
"I was in Rogue Squadron too," she quipped with a grin on her face, shoving him into the closet and following, slamming the door behind her.
Hours later, Wedge stumbled out of the utility closet, gasping for breath. His head was spinning, and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He barely made it back to their quarters before he tripped and unceremoniously landed on their bed. Jaina wasn't very far behind, her cheeks flushed with a red color, tying her damp hair back with a leather cord.
"You were saying?" she asked, removing her day clothes that were stuck to her body with perspiration. She would have preferred not to get dressed after their tryst in the utility closet, but they looked suspicious enough coming out covered in a sheen of sweat and panting; scampering down the hall naked wouldn't have seemed any less inconspicuous.
"Argue later. Tired now." Wedge could barely croak out the words as he futilely attempted to remove his clothes. Jaina grabbed her sleeping gown and slid it over her body before coming over to help him.
"Did I wear you out, old man?" she teased as she helped pull his shirt over his head, "That was like basic training for me."
He sat for a few moments, breathing deeply until his heart rate slowed down to semi-normal. He was finally able to chuckle and answer, "I'll admit it, I'm getting a bit rusty with age, but practice makes perfect."
Jaina plopped down onto the bed, too hot still to pull their linens over her, "Tomorrow is another day, besides, you look like you need rest."
"That I do," Wedge answered, groaning as he stood and finished changing into a pair of loose-fitting lounging pants. He climbed onto the bed beside her, dropping his full weight down. Jaina rested her leg across him and snuggled into the side of his chest, and they were both quickly asleep.
In the morning, Jaina was surprised to find a holocard waiting for her. She loaded it into the workstation in her and Wedge's quarters, pulling her dressing robe tightly around herself. It was cold in the room, and she wanted nothing more than to climb back into the warm bed that she had come from, where Wedge was still sleeping peacefully.
Jaina turned the volume on the player down as she heard the voice of her good friend, Tenel Ka. Her reign as Queen Mother of Hapes had left little time for the two Jedi Knights to keep in close contact with one another, so Jaina was excited to hear from her. She was even more surprised that Tenel Ka wanted her to come to Hapes with the triplets.
After a quick shower, Jaina went down to the communications room to send her reply that she would leave as soon as possible to visit. She was hoping to bring Wedge along with her, but was very disappointed and surprised that Wedge had been given his own request by the time she had returned to their quarters.
"The headmasters at the academy want to bring me in for preliminary interviews. They're debating letting me back into the academy as an advisor." He told her, judging her expression carefully.
"And you want to go back?" her voice sounded slightly condescending.
"It's not as if it would be much hard work, and we can't live off severance pay and a hero's bonus for the rest of our lives. I want more for us, Jaina, I have more in mind. I'm not going to keep our family on this ship forever…"
Jaina sighed. Wedge was right. As their children would get older, the space they lived in would become more and more cramped. Aside from that, she didn't want them getting raised in a space shuttle. They deserved a solid home planet side, wherever that would be.
"All right, well, without you there's no way I'm going to be able to keep a handle on all three of the babies. I know you'll be busy, but mom and dad are here, and I'm sure they could sit when you're busy. Tenel Ka really wants to see at least one of them, so I'll take Deron with me, Bryan and Gianna can stay with you."
"Not a problem. Other than the meetings, I won't be busy."
"I'm going to go pick Deron up from my parents and get some things together, then I'm going to head out as soon as I can, the flight is going to be a little long."
"Take your time, love, just get there safe," Wedge told her, lifting himself out of bed and walking to her, gently kissing her on the forehead. Jaina smiled and leaned her head up, kissing him.
Wedge took his turn in the 'fresher while Jaina got Deron. She packed a light travel bag for herself and the baby, wrapping her love in a warm embrace before heading down to the docking bay where the Firebird was waiting for her.