Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Crying woke him.
The noise was still unfamiliar and yet, primal.
Leia stirred beside him, mumbling something incoherent.
Carefully, not wishing to wake her, he slipped from the bed towards the two bassinets.
"Jacen, what's wrong?" He soothed. Gently, he scooped up his infant son, cradling the blanket wrapped bundle close to his chest. "Shhh, you're fine. I've got you."
Tiny feet kicked fervently against his arm, cries slowly calming as Han walked him fluidly from the room. He wanted to give Leia a chance to sleep; she hadn't been getting near enough rest.
Descending the stairs, Han took Jacen over to the large window in the living room; standing with him, staring out at the glimmering cityscape before them.
They stood this way for a long time, father and son, gently watching the night.