Timeline - Before Crystal Star - Han is still working for the NR military.
AN - I know, this isn't really one of my typical "shorts", but go easy on me. I have experienced emotional turmoil at the hands of Disney - again. I'm deep into personal therapy territory.
Punching the code for the door, it slide open with a light chime. He really needed to change that setting. A job for tomorrow.
He sighed and pulled his boots off, lowering them quietly onto the tiled floor. The home was still peacefully silent. Perhaps the door hadn't woken anyone up this time. Fingers crossed. Not that he would have minded, he smiled to himself, but he had always loved waking his kids up in the morning when they didn't expect him home yet.
He was nearly a week early. His trade route run had gone smoothly. Almost too smoothly. But he was back now, and that was all that mattered.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he cracked the bedroom door open carefully. The lamp on his side was set to night mode, softly illuminating the room in a pale warm glow.
Leia's hair was pulled back into a loose braid, falling over her shoulder. The room was warm, a couple degrees over his preferred sleeping temperature, which meant only one thing. Han stepped carefully around to his side, and the scene greeting him stole his heart. Leia was curled around the small form of his youngest son, tucked safely into her, his head on his Han's pillow. They were both breathing softly. Suddenly, he wasn't tired anymore. He simply wanted to stand and watch them for hours.
Anakin shifted in his sleep, mumbled something incoherent and settled again.
Taking another moment to watch his wife and son, he quickly changed into sleep pants and tossed on a soft shirt before slowly laying down beside Anakin. He reached over the sleeping boy and stroked the side of Leia's face lightly. She woke instantly, unmoving to avoid disturbing the sleeping child between them.
She smiled. He was home.
