Cassian Andor looked up at the clear sky of Selliyan VI, the twin suns pulsing down warmly on his shoulders in spite of the early winter chill. He leaned heavily on his shovel, a familiar twinge of pain working its way through his hips and lower back, souvenirs of long-ago battle wounds.
"Father." Kelton said from behind him. He turned and smiled as he saw his fifteen-year-old son carrying a bundle of food towards him. After a hard day's work in the fields, nothing was so good as his wife's fresh-baked bread.
Kelton was tall and wiry, sizing up to be even taller than his father soon. He was strong from working the fields, and the best damn pilot Cassian had seen. Him and his younger brother raced skiffs after their chores were done, despite their mother's strong objections.
He reached out and ruffled his son's hair, accepting the offering of bread and cheese.
"Papa!" A sweet voice called out. He turned to see his other son Bodhran carrying his baby sister over the rocky fields, Jyn not far behind, her stomach already swollen with another baby on the way.
"The little ones want to go to the shore." Jyn said. "I told them their father would have the final word."
Cassian leaned in for a kiss, not caring that he had breadcrumbs in his beard. She brushed him off playfully. Jayonn reached out for him and he accepted his daughter into his arms, kissing both cheeks as she squealed.
"What do you think, little one?" He asked her.
"Beach! Beach beach beach!" She shrieked, clapping her tiny hands.
"I think the beach sounds like an excellent idea." He said. Bodhran let out a whoop and began running to the point where their fields began to slope down into sandier terrain. They'd built their homestead near the ocean so they could hear it every night as they lay down to sleep. All of his children had learned to swim as soon as they were able, and they all loved the foamy, chilly water. Cassian along with them.
Jayonn was squirming again, so Cassian set her down. She ran after her big brother, screaming wildly. Cassian watched her go, threading an arm around Jyn's waist. Kelton jogged past them to catch up with the little ones. Though there were almost 10 years between him and the younger two, he accepted his role as their protector and teacher, making sure they did their chores and doting on them when ever he could. He was Bodhran's favorite, and in turn the baby worshipped both her older brothers.
Cassian slowed, leaning down to bury his face in Jyn's neck, kissing her soft skin. It was hardly surprising they had 3 children and another on the way. There had been many years when they were trying to find a peaceful place to escape the aftermath of the Empire while raising a toddler that they thought Jyn wouldn't be able to have any more; the stress of Kelton's birth having placed too much strain on her body. But as soon as they had finished their house on Selliyan VI, they'd discovered Jyn was pregnant again. Cassian couldn't have been happier as she'd given him the news.
"How is she?" Cassian whispered against his wife's neck, reaching out to put a hand on her swollen belly.
"She's happy to be near you." Jyn replied, smiling. Cassian could feel it was true; his sense of The Force grew with every child. When Kelton was only a little one and fell down, Cassian would know immediately if his son were in distress or pain. Jyn was similarly sensitive, but only when concentrating. Luke had nodded thoughtfully when they told him, unsurprised. He thought that The Force flowed through people who had a strong bond to each other.
"Dear little one." Cassian said, leaning down despite the protests in his back so he could kiss Jyn's belly.
"She'll be strong." Jyn said, her eyes set on a point far out on the horizon. Below, they could hear the children's shrieks and cries of happiness as they played in the water.
"Rey." Cassian hummed, feeling his daughter kick out at his hand. Jyn nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder.