Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Silence was not something Han usually came home to.
Between the kids, droids and whatever visitors happened to be there, silence in the Solo household usually meant one thing; trouble.
Kicking off his boots, he started searching the house. He found the nanny droid in the kitchen - switched off. He continued his search, stopping in the doorway to Anakin's bedroom, the hushed voices from his three small children huddled in the centre of the room made him smile.
Quiet Solo children equalled trouble.
Deep in their conversation, the children didn't hear his approach - as evident by the startled shriek Jacen let out as Han swept him off the floor.
"What are you three troublemakers up to?"
"Nothing."
"Doesn't look like 'nothing'; in fact, it looks a heck of a lot like you're eating the cookies Uncle Luke brought over last night." Glances were exchanged, they had been caught. Han struggled to keep his face serious as he watched his children silent problem-solving.
"Do you want one?" Anakin asked innocently, holding up a large chocolate cookie from the box. Han looked down at them, faces covered in chocolate, crumbs scattered on the floor. They had obviously had a happy afternoon. He knew Leia wouldn't approve, and she would be right. But - as he often rationalized - he would have given anything at their age to have the life he was able to give his children. And at moments like this, when he had the chance to be that father who ate a whole box of cookies with his kids, how could he not? Leia might be mad, but in the end, it would be worth it.
He slung Jacen over his shoulder as if carrying a rucksack.
"Bring them into the kitchen; they'll be better with milk."