Leia sighed contently watching Han hold their newborn son. Han was completely enthralled by the baby, and Ben seemed content to rest in his father's arms.
"I didn't think I could love someone so much," said Han, his smile brightening with every word. "Leia, I swear he's grown a little."
"He's two hours old, Han," said Leia.
"One hour, forty-two minutes," corrected Han, his eyes never leaving Ben.
"Can I hold my baby now?"
"You've been holding him for the last nine months. Just give me a few more minutes."
Baby Ben yawned.
"See," said Han. "I might've missed that."