There seemed to be more machines and tubes in each incubator than baby. With different patches covering their bodies and tubes weaving in and out their noses (and, in Eile's case, mouth), Leia could hardly see them. It broke her heart to see them like that. It made her feel helpless. There was nothing she could do for them, but they were still alive and the doctors had assured her that they looked to be making a fine recovery. Still, Leia's heart ached for them.

Slouched in a hoverchair, Leia had one arm in one of the incubators' holes, tickling her index finger along one of the babies' cheeks. Han stood just behind her, holding her shoulders. "Look at them," he whispered, his voice sounding so marveled and amazed. "They're so perfect."

"I know," Leia agreed. "I can't take my eyes off of them." She turned in her chair to look at her husband. "Han, I want to hold them again."

"Sweetheart," Han said with a small chuckled. "You're exhausted. You need to rest, first."

"No, I need to hold them, first."

"Leia, you can wait to hold them again. First," he said and quickly scooped her up into his arms. Leia gave a little yowl in pain and he instantly apologized. "See? You need to rest so you can heal. Just like they're resting." Han gestured to the incubators. "So they can heal. Don't worry." He turned away and carried her out of the nursery and back to her room. "They'll still be there when you wake up. You'll get to go back to drooling over them before you know it."

Leia sighed. "Fine. But promise me you won't go to see them without me?"

"I swear. Now, I should go tell your dad and everyone else that they're here. They probably think you're still in labor."

Leia eyed a clock as he carried her down a hall. "Hasn't been that long."

"No. I'll tell them and then they can come see them once you wake up. Fair enough?"

"Perfect."

He was a father. How had that happened? Han suddenly found himself a father to three beautiful little babies. Already, he adored them. He loved them with such a passion, he couldn't imagine not having them. They were only half an hour old and Han was already hooked. He remembered Leia's grandfather saying something about that earlier in the night. What exactly had he said? 'It doesn't take long at all,' Ruwee had told Han with a knowing smile. 'As soon the doctor holds that baby up, you've found the center of your universe. At that moment, nothing else matters.' And now Han understood that.

Quite honestly, he couldn't wait for Leia to wake up so he could go straight back to their precious bundles. He longed to hold them again, to talk to them without the barrier of Leia's belly there anymore. How was such love even possible?

Han rounded the corner of a hallway to the waiting room. It was packed with the familiar faces of friends and family. Everyone was quite clearly tired, but when Han approached Sabé jumped to her feet and Bail was wide awake. Everyone in the room stared expectantly at Han. For some reason, he couldn't look back right away. His head fell and he caught it in his hands. Something about this almost wasn't real. It felt too good to be true.

A soft touch was placed on Han's shoulder and he looked up to see Sabé standing there, staring at him. "Is everything okay?" she asked, fearful.

Han nodded. "Everything's fine. Leia's fine. The babies should be okay-"

Sabé jumped. "Already?"

"Yeah. The doctor decided to deliver them by c-section. The triplets are in the NICU right now and Leia's sleeping." He looked over Sabé's shoulder to Bail whose eyes were wide as if he couldn't believe any of it either. Han laughed at him. "It's official," he assured his father-in-law. "You're a grandpa."

Bail, Luke, and Sabé were kind of the Solo triplets' first visitors. For sanitary reasons since the babies were in the NICU, they only got to look at them through a viewport. They'd been taken to a small hallway off to the side of the NICU where they could see Leia and Han in a small room holding their children. They watched as a nurse handed two tiny bundles to Leia and the last one to Han. For a few moments, the parents enjoyed it together, hardly noticing anything but the precious babies in their arms. Sabé wouldn't have been surprised if they'd momentarily forgotten she, Bail, and Luke were even there. After a while, though, Leia and a nurse fitted the other two babies into Han's arms and he brought them over to the window. "And here's Grandpa Bail," they could hear Han as he talked to his babies. "And Uncle Luke and Sabé. They're pretty cool."

"What are their names?" Luke asked, his eyes never leaving his niece and nephews.

"Eile, Evern, and Eissa Solo."

Sabé stood with her nose pressed to the window, smiling at the little bundles of dark hair and light skin. "They're so adorable!" she cooed.

"Are all babies that tiny?" Luke asked, studying his niece and nephews curiously. "And wrinkly?"

Leia, who had risen from her seat with help from the nurse and came to stand at Han's side, clung to her husband's arm and peered at their children around his shoulder. She looked up to glare at her brother. "They're a bit on the smaller side," Leia admitted, the expression on her face telling that 'a bit' was a bit less than honest. "But the doctors assure us that they're recovering well. We'll have to stay here a few days, though."

"Or a few weeks," Han added solemnly.

Sabé looked over to Bail to see that the grandfather had tears pooling in his eyes. Only a second later, Leia looked to him too. She smiled. "You okay, Grandpa?

Bail looked up and shared her smile. "I couldn't be better, Lelila." His gaze was drawn back to his grandchildren who slept contentedly in their father's arms. He flicked his tears away with a finger and touched a hand to the glass. "I can't wait to hold you, my grandbabies."

It was so natural, it irked Leia. The switch to motherhood had hit her so quickly, she'd considered herself fluent in baby talk. Not to mention, she found herself talking like that far too often. She would never notice it, though, until she looked up to see Han smiling, almost teasingly, at her.

Besides the switch being so comfortable, Leia was surprised with how much fuller she felt; like she'd never realized how she felt a bit empty until her babies came and filled it all up. They were her life and purpose and love. It was hard to remember how she and Han had made it through life without them.

"Ready to go home?" Han asked as he came into their room and kissed her forehead.

Glancing down at her daughter in her arms, Leia nodded shortly, though very anxious to sleep in a real bed again. "Ready and anxious," she told him. "Is everything ready so we can go?"

"Yeah," Han nodded. "Got everything packed up and in a speeder. Your dad should be coming any minute now to drive us home."

"Good. I can't wait." She looked back down to Eissa who was sucking eagerly at a bottle. "Then, Grandpa and Uncle Luke and everyone else will finally get to hold you and your brothers," she told the baby girl. "They're so excited to meet you again! They're so excited to hold you for the first time ever!"

Han kneeled by Leia and kissed Eissa's forehead, too. "There's my favorite little princess."

"I thought I was your favorite princess," Leia objected with a sly smile. Han laughed. "Well, now I've got two princesses, sweetheart, but I love you both."

"And now I have two little princes." Leia smiled at the thought and looked to her other side where they both lay snuggled together in one cart. "I can't believe it's already been two weeks, Han. Another two weeks and they'll be a month old."

Han's arms came to wrap around her shoulders and he held her tight. "I know. It's insane. I'm just glad we finally get to go back home."

Leia shared a smile with him, following it with a yawn. "What do you think? Will Grandpa and Uncle Luke be smitten enough with them that we can take a long, long nap?"

Han laughed, standing over the cart and scooping his sons into his arms. "I don't know. Maybe, if we have enough people to rotate them between. I don't think it'll take Luke long to find the joys of babies who refuse to sleep through the night."

"Knock, knock."

Leia and Han both looked up to see Bail standing in the doorway. The proud grandpa smiled at the sight of the babies in Leia and Han's arms. Leia smiled back at him, nodding him in. "Come in! Come and see your new grandbabies."

"I can hold them today?"

Leia laughed. "Yes, Daddy. You can hold them today." Leia would have paid a wealthy sum to see the look of excitement that crossed her father's face just to see it over and over again. His face lit up and he hurried over. Gingerly, Leia fitted Eissa into his arms and he held her tight, and protectively. Her eyes opened and she immediately started to wail, but Bail just held her closer and rocked from foot to foot. "Hush, miada. You're okay. I'm your grandpa! I know I'm not Mommy, but I used to rock her when she was a baby just like you." After a moment, Bail looked up to his daughter and gave a nervous look. "She's so tiny. Smaller than even you, I think. I'm scared I'm going to break her."

Han gave a little chuckled while Leia joked, "Please don't. We just got her."

"That's right," Bail said, turning his gaze back to the precious newborn. "A brand new fresh one."

Han frowned. "Fresh one?"

"It's what he calls newborns. Fresh from the womb."

"Oh." Han smiled at that.

Bail spoke up again. "But they're much healthier now, right?"

Leia nodded. "They're doing a lot better. They've still got a ways to go, but they're going to be alright."

"That's good. Well, are you ready to go home?"

Han and Leia exchanged a look and laughed. "Yes!" Leia exclaimed. "I am very ready to go home."

As soon as they arrived back at the Organa household, everyone was crowded around the babies, cooing over them, and completely engrossed in them. 'Everyone' included the Organa sisters, Luke, Memily, Sabé, Ducchi, Aryn and Bornan, Gram, Freneá, the Panteers, and the Jedi Masters Kenobi and Olin. Currently, it was Aryn, Raal, and Sabé everyone else had to fight for a turn, but the Nabooan woman had been holding Eissa for nearly a half hour and no one dared to try and part the two. The Thul child Raynar sat on the floor at Bail's feet, probably wondering why his parents were currently so enamored with a baby other than himself.

"Alright, Sabé," Memily admonished, daring to approach and slip a hand between Sabé and the baby. "It's time someone else gets a turn." Memily held the child up in the air and cooed, "Now Aunt Mem gets a turn! Now I get a turn to hold you, you adorable little one!"

Leia laughed. Turning to her father whom she sat beside, she said to him, "Was it such a thing when you brought me home?"

Bail chuckled. "Bigger. Our older staff threw a party and foreign dignitaries came just to see you. It terrified me."

Leia laughed. "It's weird how attached to the triplets I already am. I keep watching Luke while he holds them and I'm terrified he's going to drop one of my babies."

"He's doing alright."

"I know he is, but that changes nothing." Leia watched Memily hand Eissa off to Ducchi and the man lit up as he took the baby. Her eyes opened and her mouth followed suit, opening wide and wide and wider yet. The older man laughed, tickling her nose and her eyes flicked and blinked as she tried to figure out what was going on. Ducchi only laughed harder, holding her to his shoulder.

"Look at him," Memily said, nudging Sabé with her elbow. "He's so good with kids; such a natural father I didn't know that. Did you?"

Sabé sighed. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"I like the way things are going between us, right now. The last thing I need is you trying to rush us."

"I'm not trying to rush you! I'm just saying . . . "

"Memily, that's completely irrational and that's never going to happen."

"So you think. I'm calling it right now. It won't be long. Just you watch."

Sabé shook her head. "I should know by now to leave you and your delusions alone." Abruptly, she turned the conversation. "They're so precious," she said. "The little ones are. Though, it's so insane; I feel like it wasn't that long ago Leia was so little like that."

Memily just smiled at her. "It won't be long," she repeated. "Just. You. Watch."