Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Enjoying a night to himself, Han had settled down in front of the holo, when a flash of black leather and bare skin hurried past him.
The house was quiet. Leia had gone out for a drink with Winter and Mirax, the boys were down in the loading docks with the Rouge pilots. He had thought his daughter was in for the night as well, holed up in her room wrestling with a battery cell.
Apparently not. He sat up.
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Jaina, get back here."
"What?"
"Where you are going?"
"I'm meeting some friends a few levels down. I'm already late, Dad. I've got to get going. I'll see you later okay?" She smiled her 'Daddy-Smile' - as Leia aptly named it - and moved towards the door again.
"Hey, Jaina! Get back here. You're not leaving dressed like that."
"Why not?"
"Jaina."
"Dad."
"Go change. You're not wearing that - that-"
"Dress."
"That's not a dress. It's hardly a shirt. Go change. Now."
"Dad!"
"Now." She huffed loudly and stomped off. Han sat back, still watching the hallway his daughter had disappeared into, and shook his head.
They were wrong. Being a father didn't get eaiser. In fact, he thought turning his attention back to the game, keeping track of three teenagers - especially his 15-year-old-daughter - was much harder then looking after three toddlers.