Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Leia stood, unmoving, outside the slightly open nursery door; listening, leaning against wall, hands playing with the necklace at her throat.
He moved behind her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist, pulling her to him. Bending towards her ear, murmuring secret whispers. She moved away from him, glanced up and smiled, eyes dancing.
"Shh. She's singing."
They both stood listening to their young daughter for several long seconds.
"Yeah." Han threw her a smile, kissed the top of her head and moved to walk away. Leia caught his arm.
"Wait- she's singing tavern songs! My three year old daughter is singing Corellian tavern songs." Her exasperated realization made his smile grow a bit wider. He shrugged, hugging her tighter.
"She wanted to hear a song and it was the first one that came to me."
"So you thought it was appropriate."
"No, but it made her happy, and that's all that mattered."