Han stood by his wife's side as she strained to bring their children into the world. He was excited and nervous all in one.
Leia squeezed his hand with a cry as the first child was brought into the world.
"It's a boy."
Han smiled, and one Leia's other, Luke also smiled.
The two men comforted and encouraged as she brought the second child into the world.
"It's a girl."
The twins were passed to their mother as their father and uncle looked on, grinning.
"You two look like goofs grinning like that," Leia told her husband and brother.
Han and Luke only grinned broader.
"What should we name them?"
"I've always like the name Jacen for a boy," Leia said.
Han nodded.
"Okay. How about the girl?"
"You name her since I named our son."
Luke looked at his brother-in-law.
"Jaina, after my mother."
"Perfect," Leia said.
The young Master nodded.
"I agree."
They turned to see the ghostly figure of Tyln Dooku standing not far away, smiling.
Han smiled.
"Dad."
"The Force allowed me to see my grandchildren."
Luke and Leia also smiled.
"Then by all means, come see them," Leia said.
Dooku came forward, and Luke automatically stepped back, allowing the deceased man to take his place.
The late Count grinned as he looked down at the twins.
"They're beautiful. Anakin wanted to be here, but since he's appeared to you already, the Force wouldn't allow it, but he sends his love and congratulations."
Han kissed his wife for a moment.
The twins stirred, and their gazes turned to their grandfather's ghost.
"I foresee that you will be a better father I, Han."
"You weren't so bad of one yourself," Han said.
Dooku smiled at his son.
"Your mother sends her love, as does Padme. Everyone's proud of all of you, even Obi-Wan."
The ghost stepped back.
"Now, I must go, but remember, we are watching over you, all of you. You can't see, hear, or feel us, but we're always watching."
With that he disappeared.
The family exchanged smiles.
Over the years, Han strove to be a good father to his children as one last child was born to them, whom Leia named Anakin.
Dooku continued to appear to Han in his dreams, over the first few years of fatherhood until Anakin was about five.
"This is the last time I will appear to you, Han."
"What?"
Dooku nodded.
"But there's still so much I want to ask you."
"You've learned all I can teach you for now, my son. Life will be hard at times, things will go wrong, you'll have make sacrifices, but you must nevergive up. I will always be watching over you, as will Anakin and even Obi-Wan."
Han sighed.
"Don't lost heart, my son. No matter how bad things get, if you believe, there will always be an answer. Sometimes you won't like the answer, but you must follow through with it."
"Will I ever see you again?"
Dooku turned to his son.
"When you join the Force, then you will be reunited with all of us."
His father began to disappear.
"I'm proud of you, Han, never forget that. Never forget that I love you and will always be watching."
Han awoke with a start and sighed softly.
Life did indeed throw hardships and choices of sacrifice at him, but he remembered what Dooku told him and never gave up. Despite all the trials, sacrifices, and losses throughout his life, Han Solo stood tall with his family and friends with a determination and stubbornness that rivaled his father's.
He truly was his father's son.