-Happiness-

As Jaina sleeps soundly beside him, Kyp lies awake, one hand resting on the swell of her stomach. He doesn't know how she can sleep through their daughter's kicks and squirming. Her stomach shifts as Kyrie stretches. It looks uncomfortable to him.

Through the Force, Kyp reaches out, brushing against Kyrie's presence. She stills, a bright spot of what he'd call joy as she recognises him.

Hi, little one.

She doesn't know words yet, not properly, but Kyrie can tell him apart from Jaina, from Leia and Allana and the others who have made themselves known. To her, he is emotions of safety, love, and happiness, because that's what Jaina feels for him. Jaina is the same, but slightly different. Jaina is always present, Kyp is a frequent and welcome visitor.

He smiles, running his hand over Jaina's belly. They have just a few weeks left, if that, until he gets to hold his daughter and meet her properly.

Kyrie reaches out faintly, touching her mind against his and Jaina's, and his wife wakes. Her hand moves to cover his, and she murmurs sleepily, "Hi, baby."

Kyp kisses her shoulder and laces his fingers through hers. "Go back to sleep, Goddess," he whispers.

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

Jaina rolls over, snuggling against him, and is soon deeply asleep once more. Kyp lifts a lock of hair out of her face, studying her features in the faint light through the window.

He knows just how lucky he is to have her, is still amazed that she would want him, for all those years of wanting and dreaming. He doesn't deserve her, or the life they're building together. He knows this and is grateful for every moment they have together.

Kyp used to think he knew what happiness was. It wasn't something he had a lot of, but he was content enough. This, though, this feeling he has holding Jaina, watching her stomach shift as Kyrie stretches, knowing that soon he'll be able to hold his daughter, this is nothing like he's ever expected to feel.

The prospect of fatherhood is scary and exhilarating at the same time. He knows Jaina feels the same; she just doesn't show it because she's physically exhausted most of the time.

He drums his fingers on Jaina's stomach, and Kyrie kicks in response. Kyp grins.

Soon, he thinks.

Meeting Kyrie can't come fast enough for him.