When Leia heard the first cry, she felt like she just might burst into thousands of pieces. Inconceivably, her life shifted dramatically and Leia felt it. Nothing would ever be the same again. There were different pieces to her heart now besides the piece that had belonged to Han for three years. Now, a large part of her heart belonged to that cry. Leia lived for that cry. The rest of the world was lost to her and all she could hear was her own heart pounding in time to her baby's cries. An inexplicable joy took her over and Leia couldn't wait to see the body that belonged to that cry. She closed her eyes, trying to steel herself, trying to remain patient.

"It's a . . . " She heard Han choke on tears. "It's a boy." Leia burst into sobs and she opened her eyes to see Han's own tears running down his usually composed face. One of the doctors came around the bed to show Leia. She held out a white blanket with a little baby lying in it. Her baby. The doctor held the blanket close enough to Leia so she could reach out and touch her son. He was the tiniest little thing Leia had ever seen and his body was covered in blood and amniotic fluid, but he was easily the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "Eile," she cried, bending her arm to touch him. His skin was slippery and gross, but so perfectly soft; Leia longed to hold him to her chest. His skin was also covered in fine hairs, tickling her fingers as she brushed them along his chest. Han reached over her to touch the baby as well. All too soon, though, the doctor took him away to get him cleaned off. Almost immediately after which, another cry snatched Leia's attention and a second doctor brought the second baby to Leia's side. "Another boy," this doctor told her through the mask over his mouth. Leia reached out her hand again and touched her bloody fingers to the second baby's chest. With the awkward angle her arm was bent at, she couldn't reach the head. "Evern," she named him and smiled even wider when he flinched under her touch. The doctor took him away and Leia took a long breath.

"One more, Princess," Han cried, stroking her forehead with a hand. "One more."

"Then I get to hold them?" she asked.

One last cry sounded and the baby was brought over. "Soon," the doctor promised her. "You'll get to hold them."

"What is it?"

Leia sensed the doctor's smile from behind her mask. She chuckled before telling her, "Third one's the charm, huh? It's a beautiful princess, Princess."

A girl. Leia's heart soared and she could barely even make out the image of her daughter through her wet, dripping eyes. Her cry was quieter than her brothers', Leia noticed, but her legs were kicking in their opened blanket. Leia brushed her fingers along her baby's chest and one of her hands shot out as if to reach for Leia. The mother's heart overflowed. Her eyes flicked across her baby girl's body, drinking it all in, trying to satisfy her hunger, but it wasn't enough.

"Eissa," Han said, smiling. The doctor disappeared with the last baby and Leia turned her gaze back to her husband who was smiling so deliriously at her. It was all too much for her. Her heart broke and she lost all control, sobbing into Han's chest as he leaned over to hug her. "You did it, Princess," he cheered her. "You did it. You gave us three beautiful children."