And here it is, the final chapter. I plan to include an epilogue, but I haven't written it yet. I may be able to finish it today and post tomorrow but no promises. Thank you all so much for following me on this journey and I hope this story brought you all a little joy!

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He woke abruptly, like a wave of panic yanked him from his deep slumber. His eyes blinked as he sat up. It was dark where he was. Where was he?

It took a moment, a few blinks for his eyes to adjust. The familiar walls and objects came back to him; he was in their bedroom. The cushion below him was soft; he was in bed. The blackness coated everything in the space; it was late at night. And there were two piercing eyes fixed on him from her recumbent position beside; Leia was here.

"Hi, honey," she whispered from her place next to him, thoroughly snuggled under the covers.

Any momentary panic that he woke with subsided as he laid onto his back, shifting into the soft mattress under him. "What time is it?"

"Late, or early. Depending on your perspective."

Could it really be early morning? "Gods! Did I sleep that long?"

"You needed it."

He needed it. It all came flooding back to him in reverse order; Leia putting him to bed, walking back into their apartment, spending hours in the med center, Leia driving him there, on the Falcon, he fainted, Leia spoke.

'I think I might be pregnant.'

"Gods, Leia." His panic returned as he sat up to his side, facing her. "I didn't mean to scare you." Scare her about his physical health and scare her about what his reaction said about how he was coping with the news. "I just…"

If Leia was worried at his reaction, she didn't show it in her playful gaze. "Shocked! I well and truly shocked the greatest pilot in the galaxy."

In true Han fashion, he was thrown off from any further sentence by the new title bestowed upon him, 'greatest pilot in the galaxy.'

"How's your head?" She asked, popping his large head back to his slightly throbbing one.

His hand came up to rub the back of it where it smarted from the Dejarik table. "Knocked about." He gave the spot a good rub before lowering his hand. "First amnesia, now this."

"Will a kiss make it better?"

Was that even a question? He met her flirtation with his signature smirk. "Always."

"Han…"

He was closing in on her before she knew it. His body leaned into hers and planted a kiss square on her mouth, locking lips with fervor and want. Her arm traveled to his neck and carefully maneuvered around his injury.

Pulling back, he tilted his chin so he could see her fluttering eyes. "Better already."

With a contented sigh, she leaned into him again and indulged in another caress. She was in a giving mood and he was more than willing to take.

"Can we talk now?"

It didn't kill their sweet moment, but it did force it to evolve into something much more serious. "We better." She laid back onto her side, sitting up slightly on the pillow.

Her new position allowed him to see the addition to her night stand. This holo was different than her typical government files.

"What's that?"

She turned to where his head nudged, opening her mouth slowly and methodically to share. "While you were in with the medic, I saw one myself… to confirm my suspicions."

"And that is…"

She elaborated. "My medical file. I haven't looked at it yet."

He licked his lips, wondering why she wasn't making a move to tear into it right now. Heck, how had she even waited this long before the anticipation killed her in a slow death.

He bobbled his head. "Keepin' us in suspense?"

The sigh from her lips was not filled with the euphoric anticipation he expected. "I wanted to talk to you first."

He had to chuckle at that sentence. His head tilted back to rest on his pillow, now propped up to match hers. "Seems too late for an adult discussion about this. Either we're havin' another baby or we're not."

"Han…" she scolded, apparently not appreciating his forthrightness. "Nothing about us has ever been normal, so can you please give me this one moment to have a conversation that any other couple would have had years ago?"

This meant something to her, so he played along, putting on a serious voice and expression. "Sorry. Go on."

"Do you want more ch…"

She didn't finish her thought before he blurted out the answer. "Yes, but only with you."

"Okay, that was… fast." His assured and confident answer wasn't a shock to her. Leia was smart. She knew what was in his head and heart before even he did. "Now you ask me."

Her lips curled in anticipation.

"Leia," he curled his lips to match hers, eyes gazing deep into hers. "Do you want more children?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do." He felt her fingers come to cup his cheek, thumb gently stroking the scar on his chin. "But only with you."

Funny how hearing words said to you have so much more meaning? He liked that. "See how simple that was?" He said, clicking his cheek.

"Nothing about this is simple." Her hand dropped as her mind spun with all the 'what ifs.' "This timing is…"

"The worst," he confirmed with a tone that made it seem like he didn't mind the timing at all.

"Not at all ideal," she shook her head.

"We'll be okay." Yes, he believed that. As long as she and Rayah were by his side, everything would be more than okay. "We've made it this far and we've kept the one kid kickin'."

Leia's retort was quick. "But a baby, Han?"

A baby. His eyes twinkled. "Yeah, one we get to remember the experience for."

Through the past two months, either he or Leia had taken to casually mentioning all the little moments with Rayah's development they had no recollection of; her first words, her first steps, seeing her so small and growing into the almost two year old she was today.

And for Han, there was other things he didn't vocalize about the experience he was a sad to have missed. Seeing Leia pregnant, helping her, feeling needed. Basic manly possessive instincts, but he wanted that.

Leia's whine showed the opposite. "Oh gods… I'm going to get fat and the pain…"

Han ignored the first adjective she used to describe the incredibly beautiful creature she would morph into, but he did hear the second one. The pain, seeing Leia in pain. That aspect he hadn't considered.

"Sorry…" he swallowed. "I'm just thinkin' 'bout all the positive things we don't remember about baby Rayah."

Planting that seed in her mind, Han watched as Leia's face softened, now also thinking about the beautiful moments they lost.

"But you're right," he easily acquiesced, more hesitancy in his voice than before. "There's a lot more on you."

He watched her sigh, he could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she contemplated these mixed emotions coursing through her.

His hand reached out again, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

Her lip curled, eyes lowered to their hands. "The positives will certainly make up for the… inconveniences. We'll get another Rayah."

Yes, another mini-Leia to add to his collection. Gods he loved them so much. He raised their joined hands to his lips, placing the most grateful form of reverence he could against her knuckles.

"Do you think…" Leia began. "Do you think this is what the other Han and Leia wanted?" She asked. "Another child."

He hadn't thought about that. They had formed a habit of not talking about what that other version of themselves did. But now… as he contemplated, he had his answer.

"How could they not."

She understood him, her lips pressing together. How could the two people living this life not want to add another being to it? Another person to bring so much joy, another person to shower love on.

"Speak of the little tauntaun…" A whimper broke their stare off. Han raised his head to look over Leia's shoulder at the blue holo lighting up her bedside table. There was movement from the wavy image.

Leia rolled to her other side, breaking their locked fingers. She swung her legs out of bed. "I'll get her."

Han copied her movements on his side of the bed. "You get her, I'll use the 'fresher."

It had been nearly 12 hours since he laid down, so he needed it. He eyed the medical record as he backed into the 'fresher, the anticipation growing for what may be revealed.

He finished up quickly, emerging back into the bedroom just in time to see Leia crawling back into her side of the bed, this time, with a toddler sized bundle cradled against her chest.

Her head was turned away from him, but from what he could tell, Rayah was content to be snuggling in her mother's arms.

"Comfy?" He asked as Leia sunk into the pillows behind her.

She nodded, eyes closing and a peaceful grin lighting up her face. "Quite."

He walked around to his side of the bed. "Room for me?"

"Always."

Now he could see his sleepy girl's face. Her eyes weren't completely closed. Her messy strands of hair across her face did more to hide her eyes than her lids. She saw him. Her arm stretched over, tilting her body so she slid over onto his chest.

He scooted as close to Leia as humanly possible and she let him, curling her body into his and raising her arm to cover both him and the little girl settling against him.

He heard the contented sigh from his bed partner. "I remember crawling into my parent's bed on early mornings, snuggling together."

He could picture it. A happy family. Something that he never knew. "I hope Rayah'll have memories like that. Good times."

"She will." Leia's chin nuzzled into the crook of his arm as he raised it to wrap around her. "You've already seen to that."

Yes, and Han Solo would do everything in his power to ensure his children would be loved. "We both have."

He watched Rayah's breathing even out once again. Her arms, originally scrunched up against him now hung loose at his sides, muscles relaxing into her slumber.

"Open it."

He didn't need to elaborate on what he wanted open. She knew.

Slipping away without jostling the bed, she rolled to her other side and then rolled back with the holo in hand.

The device glowed blue. It didn't take her long to scroll before she had an answer.

"Positive."

He didn't realize the fervor with which he hoped to hear that word until it was released. And there it was. Positive. The word that would shape his life into something more than he ever dared hoped.

"Han Solo," her brilliant eyes drew from the device to his. "You're going to be a father."

"Oh Leia…" He pulled her head back to his shoulder, raising it high enough so his lips could press into her forehead, lingering there for a time before

"I love you…" he rephrased. "Both of you…" he rephrased again. "All three of you."

"We know."