Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Well. This sucks. Han thought, as a small breeze ruffled his hair.
Being a father was the hardest thing he had ever taken on. It was also far and beyond the most rewarding. However, at the moment, while sitting with his daughter on the outside step of the apartment's balcony; looking over the nearly sleeping city surrounding them, he would much rather tear his own heart out then allow this to continue.
But at the moment, there was simply nothing he could do. All he was able to do was sit with her, his arm wrapped tightly, protectively, around her small shoulders and listen as she cried softly against him.
"I don't understand." She whispered.
"I know, Sweetie, I know. Neither do I." He hugged her tighter.
"Dad, why are men so stupid?"
Han chuckled quietly. Leia had been asking him the very same question for over 20 years.
"We have a natural predisposition, I'm afraid. Most of the time, we can't help it."
She let out a strong sigh.
"Have you talked to him?"
"He doesn't want to talk to me. He doesn't want to see me. He doesn't want to remember what we use to be."
"Have you spoken about this to Jacen? What does he think?"
"Jacen doesn't really care, Dad. To him, Jag and I are really not an issue. To him, this is just drama he doesn't want to be involved in. And honestly, I don't' blame him. I wish I wasn't involved in it."
"I see. Well, I care."
"I know. Thank you."
"Do you want me to try to talk to him?" He asked, only really because he had to, and also because he knew she would never want him to.
"Oh, Gods no! No. Not at all. I'll sort something out. Eventually."
They sat in silence again, watching the darkening city.
Han couldn't help but think of a time before all of this. Before the Vong war. Before his children had been forced to grow up far too fast.