It was ten in the afternoon and she wasn't getting up. She'd been in bed all morning. She hadn't gotten out of bed since she'd gone to bed the night before. She was still in bed and she wasn't getting up. She wasn't going to and Han was okay with that. He glanced at the calendar with a sigh, then laid back down and wrapped his arms around his wife. Leia's body shook with quiet sobs, but she relaxed just a little it when Han held her. "Hey, sweetheart," he soothed quietly. "It's alright I'm here."

Leia sniffled. She sat up in bed, keeping the blankets wrapped around herself. She leaned into Han's embrace and ended up lying down again, in her husband's lap. He drew her close. "Han?" her voice, unusually small and sad, squeaked. "I miss our baby. Even though we never got to meet him or her . . . I miss . . . "

Han stroked a hand through her hair, combing out the knots. "I know. I know what you mean, Princess. I miss our baby, too."

This day, this horrible awful day on which they woke up, was the tenth anniversary of Leia's miscarriage.

Han didn't have much to say to his wife because he knew the exact same thoughts he was having were running through her head too. What was it? What would it have been? Their first daughter? Their first son? Breha or Breham? What would they be like? Look like? How would things be if that child was still with them?

So, instead of talking which was so difficult, Han just held her, reminded her that he was there. She knew. They stayed like that for hours, cuddled comfortably in each other's arms, until a soft knock sounded on the door and Leia and Han looked up to see their kids standing in the doorway, watching their mother with cautious and sad eyes. "Mommy?" Anakin asked, leaning into his parents' bedroom. "Mommy, are you okay?"

Leia, wiping at her eyes, laughed lightly, nodding. "Yeah, honey, I'm okay. You just reminded me that I'm okay." She peeled back the blankets and patted the bed mattress. "Come here. All of you." The kids giggled and all seven of them jumped into bed with their parents.

"But you're crying," Eissa pointed out. The nine-year-old had beaten the rest to sitting right at Leia's side and she wiped the tears from her mother's face. "Why are you sad?"

"Daddy and I were just thinking about your big sibling."

"The angel baby?"

"Yeah. Our angel baby."

"I'm sorry."

"No, baby!" Leia pulled Eissa into her lap even though her oldest daughter was way too big for that. "We are sad about what happened, but you know what? After we lost the angel baby, Daddy and I were really blessed. And we got you and Eile and Evern." The two boys fell into their parents' embraces, then Han reached out to kiss Jaina while Leia reached for Jacen. "Then you two."

"And, finally, our little boys." Leia swept Anakin and Jarik into her arms and the two brothers laughed as their mother tickled them. "We still have you guys. So, we're okay."