The leaves rustled in the wind as Rey reclined back in her armchair. In the backyard, her great-grandchildren frolicked with Poe in the grass, alternating between tips and other games.
Being a parent, and now a grandparent, had been a massive learning curve. She wanted desperately to give them a better childhood than she had, but she'd had no idea where to start.
Thankfully, Poe had. He'd been by her side for everything, teaching their offspring the things she couldn't and taking over when it all became too overwhelming.
And now here they were, aged one hundred and five, enjoying their twilight years in the best way they knew how — surrounded by family and noise and love.
Their children and grandchildren were strong, principled and capable of making a stand when needed, and she hoped their great-grandkids would one day grow up to be the same. But unlike her, they could play and laugh and shout, shielded from the harsh realities of the world. And unlike Poe, they wouldn't grow up in a strange mix of peace and war, play and readiness.
As new parents, if there was one thing Rey and Poe agreed on above all else, it was that while they loved their lives and were proud of what had come of them, they wanted their children to be better people and live better lives than they had.
So far, they'd succeeded.
A/N: Prompt: 'But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?' from The Diviners by Libby Bray