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"Mama! Papa! They've sprouted!"

A soft grumble rose from beneath the sheets behind her and Jyn felt her lips twitch to a smile.

"Your daughter won't stop till you go see."

She heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a resigned exhale of warm air that tickled at her neck. Warm, corded arms curled around her waist and hips, tugging her back into a sturdy chest. She felt the tickle of his stubble as he brushed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Papa!"

Little feet stomped up the staircase and the footsteps drew closer to their room. Jyn recalled hating the early morning. She did not know how their daughter had come to love the frigid cold mornings so much. She touched one of his rough, battle-worn hands as his voice grumbled against her back.

"Before the suns rise, she is your daughter."

She had to smile. His accent wasn't as strong as it used to be. A pity, since she quite liked it – it added to his roguish charm.

Their bed creaked as a little body jumped on top of them. The man behind her grunting and groaning playfully as the little girl tackled his back.

"Papa? Papa! Wake up! The seedlings! They've begun to grow! Papa! Are you up? Oh quickly! The - "

"Yes, Gaia. Papa is up."

He slowly loosened his arms around his wife and reached for the little hands that shook him. Jyn smiled and shifted to her back. Her daughter's excited chatter turned to squeals as her doting Papa tackled her with tickles.

The youngling is a good mix of the both of them. Her soft, kind brown eyes were definitively her Papa's. Even the manner the corners of her eyes crinkled with every smile– the soft, loving smile that she had come to adore. Gaia had her grandmother's cute, button nose and Cassian tells her that her head full of curls came from his mother.

She feels the bed lighten as he carries the energetic bundle of limbs on his hip, pressing a loving kiss to the top of her messy curls. Jyn sits up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain emanates from her thigh to her knee.

"You will not move, till I'm back."

She hears his gruff voice calling from the refresher while their daughter hastily scrubbed her face and cleaned her teeth. Jyn sighs and lets herself fall back to the bed.

Today would mark the fifth year since that particular day. It was not something Jyn actively thought about, but her mind often betrayed her. She wondered what had transpired since their 'departure'. The Rebel Alliance likely didn't have time to mourn their death. They could not afford the time to.

But Cassian and herself made sure to make time to remember their comrades every single time. They will do it tonight; after their youngling finally tires herself out and acquiesces to sleep.

Jyn closed her eyes and rested her back against the headboard. From time to time, her legs would refuse to work. Cassian had been incredibly patient – far more than she was with herself, and resilient in helping her practice walking.

In their haste to find a ship to escape the destructing planet, a fallen Stormtrooper had weakly raised his blaster to have one last shoot. The fellow's poor aim had only managed to hit Jyn's thigh. Cassian had his own injuries, but even then, they had somehow managed to drag and support the other. They hastily limped to a fallen X-wing tandem that only had a portion of it blown-off. She always shuddered whenever she thought of the dead pilot Cassian had hastily dragged out before ushering her in. Everything else had been a blur since then.

She did, however, remember how the fighter shook as Cassian urged it to maximum speed – just narrowly missing the cloud of dust that enveloped the land below them. Burying and destroying their enemies and comrades indiscriminately. It was a memory that was burned into her brain.

She was brought out of her trance as her daughter jumps to her lap, giving her a tight hug. Jyn tried hard to cover her wince as her child's weight rested on her bad leg. She hugged her daughter tight; smelling the clean freshness of her and the scent that clung to her soft brown hair since her birth. Thankfully, Cassian emerged from the 'fresher and hastily carried off their daughter before admonishing her to be mindful. He was always calm, gentle and infinitely loving.

"Mama's leg hurts, remember?"

"It's alright. It's getting better."

She was lying through her teeth and the look he gives her over the head of baby curls tells her that he knows it. He set Gaia on her feet, giving her instructions to wear her warm clothes and watching after her in bemusement as she rushes off to her room to do so.

Jyn wrapped her arms around Cassian's neck as his arms came around her form – one supporting her legs, the other her back; as he carried her downstairs. Since first moving to their new home, Jyn had fallen down the stairs enough times for Cassian to banish her from using it on her own. If anything, Jyn was certain he secretly enjoyed having her dependant on him as he knew it annoyed her. He carefully descended down the stairs, heading towards her chair in their living room. She would be lying too if she said she didn't enjoy curving to his built form. Since taking up farming work and odd jobs in the village, he had bulked up considerably.

But she did hate losing her absolute independence.

She waved off his hands fiddling with her loose hair, telling him that her arms worked perfectly fine and that she was his wife, not his child. He finally leaves her with the snarky smile she loved so much, a kiss to her brow and placed her crutches on her lap.

When Jyn emerges from the 'fresher, her hair is neatly combed to a bun. It will likely be undone by her roguish husband's hands later in the day while he settles for his afternoon nap, but she needed her undisturbed vision for her chores. Cassian, as always, had left things easy for her. He was loving to a fault. No matter how many cold glares and frowns she pulled, he went out of his way to make her chores easier for her. The dishes would already be washed, they just needed drying. The clothes already washed and dried, only needed to be folded and put away.

She didn't even know where he found the time to do it. And so quickly.

She looked out the window as she folded her family's clothes, allowing herself to smile as two dark heads bent together, carefully watering tiny green sprouts. Much like her namesake, their daughter is full of life. She had come to them at a time where the both of them were near to giving up on life. She was a gift from the Force.

The distant planet they had crashed onto was inconsequential. Located in a far flung, forgotten sector; it was small, sparsely populated with a handful of humans and other species. Their technology was archaic and most were farmers or merchants. It was clear that most were oblivious to the war tearing apart the galaxies above them. It was just as they preferred it. The populace had been suspicious of them at first, but thankfully had placed their injured state as a concern above hostility. While Cassian had made a speedy recovery, getting away with a slight limp and a sore back, Jyn was told she might have to depend on a wheelchair for an indeterminate time. Jyn had chose the crutches instead and she practically felt Cassian rolling his eyes behind her.

The townspeople eventually welcomed them as their citizens but had requested that they surrender the fighter. Jyn only shrugged when Cassian had looked over at her before he nodded in agreement. It was broken anyway, and they doubted they could find the parts to repair it.

From then on, they began their new lives as inhabitants of the humble planet of Buhmi. Her lands lush with greenery, her soil rich with minerals and her people warm and kind as her climate.

"Papa, look!"

Jyn lifted her head again as her daughter pointedly excitedly to the white butterfly resting on her arm. Cassian's chuckle and soft eyes did weird things in her chest. She wondered if this was the view her mother had when they lived on Lah'mu. Her father and herself bent over the plants while he bestowed knowledge and wisdom.

"Mama! Come look!"

Her trance broke and she grabbed her crutches, making her way out to join her family with a smile on her lips.

A/N: To die-hard Star Wars fans; yes, I am aware that X-wing tandems don't exist yet in this era. It's fanfiction. I took some artistic liberty. If enough people like this, I will definitely continue. Please give me validation. I'm thirsty as hell for it.

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