A miracle had just occurred.
Between Leia and Han's bickering, greatly caused by the rigorous Jedi training Luke was putting Leia through, and smoothing all the creases in the newborn stages of the New Republic, a child had somehow been born. Kind, tired blue eyes twinkled down upon the quiet child who lay in a bundle in his mother's arms. A rare smile rested on Han Solo's face; one might've been able to catch the track of a tear running down his cheek, but to even think that that was possible could earn a blaster shot in any direction. Leia's heart swelled with pride and joy, nuzzling her cheek into Han's palm. At the foot of the bed, Luke watched the scene with happiness… and a little bit of dissatisfaction. Sometimes he dreamed about a different world. A different world where all of this had never happened, where he happily married some beautiful farmgirl from Tatooine, and they had many spawn running around to help them tend to their farm. Maybe he could've started a business or even moved off planet- he didn't like to think of all of the possibilities, because to be quite honest, he wouldn't rather anything else than what he had now. He was the first (new) Jedi master in years, he held an important position in the Senate, he had a family (as much of a family as Leia, Han, Lando, and the new child could provide), and Luke was content enough with that. Now, this child could help pave the way for Luke to reinstate the Jedi order and bring a higher level of peace and protection to the galaxy.
"Luke," Leia scoffed, rolling her eyes as she could read her brother's mind from the bed she lay in.
"What?" He playfully whined, snapping out of his trance.
"He's only thirty minutes old, and you already want to turn him into your protégé?" Leia bantered.
"Not if I have to say anything about it," Han said as the smile slipped from his face, warily eyeing Luke. Luke was like another brother to Han, and though he would never admit it, probably his favorite person in the entire world- other than Chewie, of course. Still, the whole Jedi and Force business made him uneasy. It was unnatural, it wasn't right. He'd be damned if he'd lose his son to the nonsense. The three continued with a combination of banter and adoration for the child, who upon Leia's insistence had been named after Luke's master- Ben Kenobi. Both Han and Luke voted against the idea, but as Han said… "Princesses, am I right?"
Their world was happy. At peace.
Across the galaxy, however, was not.
Death.
Death marked the entrance of yet another being into the world, screaming in terror as lights flashed around the dark room, explosions rocking the outside world. "Shhhh," hissed the mother into the side of the bundle as the woman pressed the squealing babe to her chest, attempting to calm the infant. Droids poked and prodded at her nether regions and she didn't dare cry out lest she terrorize the infant even more. As the healing droids cauterized her wounds and cleaned her up, the door burst open. With wide brown eyes, the woman found her husband, whos face was caked in blood. Their eyes met.
No words needed to be said.
In this room, with cracked walls and trembling floors and broken lights, their fate would be met. They would die together in this hellhole of a room. As soon as the realization had been met, he crouched beside the rock slab of a bed and clutched his wife's hand. Tears ran down both of their faces, and though they were fearful, it was not the dominant emotion.
The pair's love ran through the room, carving through the dust, making the place seem a bit brighter. Warmth pulsed through the babe's veins, calming her cries, easing her shivering body. Man and woman pressed their foreheads together with the babies, cherishing these last few moments together.
A flash, and all is lost.