This is the second chapter for those of you who commented on the Jaina part, and wanted more. Here is Jag's side of the story. Enjoy!
Jagged Fel woke for the second morning in a row to the sun rising over Bastion's horizon, and an empty bed. The past days had been major ones not only in Jag's immediate family, but in his career as well. Days before, Victor Reige had personally asked Jag back to the Imperial Remnant to regain his title as Head of State. Jag had known it would only be a matter of time before Victor cracked, but he had held strong for three years. Three years Jag was grateful for.
Though the timing could not have been more insane. While discussing the role of Head of State, Jag had gotten word his wife had gone into labor. Jag quickly excused himself and went to check on Jaina. Several hours later his son had been born. His life had become a routine. Everyday he would wake up, get dressed, spend the day at the medical center taking care of Jaina and the baby, and then have Jaina order him home. He would go to bed, and the next day start the whole day over. Not that Jag was complaining these last few days had been the best of his life.
Naturally, Jag sat up and started his routine for the day.
Jag entered Jaina's assigned room to find himself in a state of utter joy. Both Jaina and their son were fast asleep on the bed. The little baby cradled in Jaina's arms, and Jaina in a not so comfortable, but protective state. Jag walked over and gently placed Jaina's head in a better position than stroked her dark hair.
"Goodnight, my love." He whispered in her ear. Then turned his attention to the little boy in her arms. Carefully removing the baby from his sleeping mother, Jag rocked his son lazily in his arms. Only then did he slightly chuckle to himself when he realized Jaina's worse fear had come to pass. The boy had not only inherited Jag's board and tall torso, but unfortunately Jaina's short legs as well.
Jag saw the white streak in his hair, and immediately saw himself. A small twinge of fear ran down his spine. His was not the ideal life he had in mind for his newborn son. Sighing, him gently talked to his son, "No matter what we'll always be right behind you. Your mother and I love very much. Whether you decide to run the Empire or become a great Jedi master, we will always be with you." Though Jag himself secretly wished the later for his son, he was in no position to make that decision.
As if reading his father's thoughts, the baby half opened his brandy eyes. Jag smiled down at his son. The baby lazily looked up at him and made eye contact with his pale green irises.
"Hello there, squirt. Have a nice nap?" Jag chuckled as the little baby gave his father a strange look. He felt the air pumping in and out of his little body. It was the greatest feeling in the galaxy. "I love you. Did you know that? I love you, my little Jacen." Jag's heart melted as his son smiled back at him.
I hope you liked it! Please comment or PM if you want more Fel moments with the newborn Jacen.