Poe leans over the hospital bed as Rey cradles the baby to her chest, feeding him. As far as the healers are concerned, it took thirteen hours for Leo Dameron to come into the world.
As far as he's concerned, it took years of trying and failing to conceive, months of daydreaming and planning, and then thirteen hours of labour.
Leo finishes drinking and unlatches, and Rey smooths out a crease in his forehead before holding him out.
When he takes the baby, tiny and wrinkled and softer than a spring breeze, Poe's whole world stutters and stops. Leo settles in his arms like he was made to be there, the warmth of his head seeping through Poe's chest and imprinting on his heart.
From that moment on, without a doubt, he'll do anything to make that little boy smile.
Their little boy.
Their Leo.
'He's amazing,' he whispers, touching each of his perfect little fingers. They're so small that they don't even have fingernails, yet one day, he knows they'll do great things.
After all, in his opinion, anything that little boy does will be great.
Sweat plasters Rey's hair to her face, and she looks like she could sleep for weeks. But when she replies, she's beaming, her eyes shining with love and joy. 'He is, isn't he?'
A/N: Prompt: 'He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the galaxy.' from We Were Liars by Emily Lockhart
It didn't end up fitting in the narrative, but the idea is that Leo is named after Leia.