Cassian finds her in their bedroom, wearing grooves into the floor with her relentless pacing. One hand is pressed against the base of her spine and the other runs idly over her swollen stomach. Her expression is locked in a deep frown and she doesn't seem to even notice him until he intercepts her path. His hands go to her shoulders, steadying her, and he watches her blink back into the present, his smile coaxing the corners of her lips upward. She opens her mouth to speak, but suddenly gaps and twists her face into a grimace. Cassian furrows his brows, his hand immediately going to her stomach. On cue, the baby kicks against his palm.
Jyn winces a little. "She's restless tonight."
Cassian hums in acknowledgment, bending down to replace his hand with his lips. "A little troublemaker, just like Chirrut said she'd be." Jyn rolls her eyes, though the fondness shines through. Cassian snakes his arms around her and brings her as close as their child will allow. "Is this what's been bothering you?"
"What do you mean?" she pouts, but they know each other too well by now. With a sigh she admits, "I don't know. It's just…" she glances down, "ten more weeks."
"Yeah." Cassian can't help the way his chest balloons with excitement.
Jyn concedes a little smile, but there's still something daunting in her expression. "Do you feel ready?" she exhales, like she's been holding this in all day.
"No." Cassian says immediately. Jyn looks flabbergasted and they both erupt with laughter. After a breath, he says, "I'm ready to meet her, definitely. And the rest we'll figure out together." His hands move from her stomach to her face, running his thumbs along the rise of her cheeks. "Remember," he says, thinking back to another life, "I'm with you all the way."
"All the way." She echoes, closing the distance between them.