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"Okay, Ben. Settle down and go to sleep."
As she sat on the side of her son's bed, Leia watched as Ben snuggled under the duvet and rested his head against the pillow. She switched off his lamp that was shaped like the Millennium Falcon. Her eyes were twinkling with overflowing love for him. She felt so proud to have brought this beautiful boy into the galaxy. It was clear from how adorable he was that he had gotten his looks from his mother.
There was no way she could see this precious child of hers ever going over to the Dark Side.
Ben tiredly closed his eyes, cuddling his Wookiee plushie which had been a gift to him from Chewbacca. "Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, son." Leia leaned over the boy and kissed him softly on the forehead. "I love you."
"I know."
Leia's smile instantly disappeared from her face. Her eyes widened intensely at her child. She was aghast at the two words he had carelessly uttered in response to her. She knew exactly who he had gotten them from - and it wasn't her.
"Way to go, Ben!"
Hearing an amused voice speak, Leia turned away from the youngster towards the open bedroom door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who was standing there. A smug look was on the figure's face over witnessing what the child had said in response to his mother saying she loved him. Having given the exact same answer to her when she had once told him the same thing, there was absolutely no doubt that Ben was the son of Han Solo.
"That's my boy!" Han said proudly.
Leia rolled her eyes, unimpressed. She was going to have to have a little talk with her husband once they left Ben their child to sleep. Ben may have gotten his good looks from her - but he had most certainly gotten his cocky mannerism from Han.
Like father, like son, Leia thought.
The end.
