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Epilogue

He groaned, opening his eyes to a glorious sight he hadn't seen in the past few weeks. He had grown tired of waking up to the sound of a strange ship and the view of a bunk ceiling. But this wake up was much warmer, more comforting, familiar.

She appeared from the 'fresher doorway, silk robe tied loosely around her slim waist. A delighted smile graced her face as she drew in the sight of him sprawled on the bed, watching her, waiting for her, yearning for her.

"Mornin', sweetheart!" He crooned, morning grogginess nowhere in his vocabulary.

"Good morning," she answered strutting over to his side of the bed and leaning over for a kiss. "You sure are chipper."

He kept his eyes on her and nodded, happy to stare at her all day. "I slept better than I have all week."

She kissed him again. "I'm glad." Walking around to the other side of the bed, she flopped down beside him and let out a groan, sagging her body into the plush bedding.

He studied her, eyes closing again as she stretched her arms above her head.

"Turn over," he instructed, nudging her shoulder and sitting up so he hovered over her.

Her eyes met his as she complied without question.

With her on her stomach, he reached for her shoulders and helped her shrug her robe down to her waist, revealing her sleeping tank top and tight muscles. He lifted a leg over her body straddling her and sitting on her bottom.

"Okay?" he asked, making sure his weight was not too much for her.

She sighed, releasing some built-up tension and nodded, her eyes closing peacefully.

He began working his agile fingers at her shoulder blades, receiving an immediate gratifying moan. As soon as that sensation shot to her brain, she naturally tensed.

"Relax, Princess," his suave voice caressed her ears.

He felt her gradually release, opening up her muscles to his service.

"It's good to have you back." She moaned when he hit a particularly tight spot on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he intoned skeptically. "You didn't have anyone to yell at or to give you a massage."

She nodded in her hazy pleasure. "That's right, flyboy. Service me."

He laughed heartily, digging his exquisite fingers deeper into her tense tissue. "Absolutely, your worship." He changed the subject as he continued his ministrations. "How long do you think we have until our little starfighter makes his appearance?"

"Not long," she decided, giving him a look from the corner of her eye before closing them again. "I'm surprised he's stayed in his room as long as he has."

Finishing his treatment, Han placed a kiss at the base of her neck and another between her shoulder blades, taking pleasure in her warm, sweet skin. He slid down her back, interlocking their legs and laid half on top of her, resting his head on her pillow facing her still closed eyes.

She opened her eyes, appreciating the warmth of his breath against her cheek and his weight still pressing against her, keeping her secured. "Here he comes," she grinned, sensing movement from their little boy.

"Hide me!" He suddenly decided, rolling to his side and flipping himself under the covers. "Cover me up."

"You're going to try and scare your son?" She asked as she sat up to watch his clumsy shuffle.

He lifted his head from under the covers. "Yeah," he said point-blank. "Now help me hide."

Rolling her eyes, she answered his plea. "Move closer to my legs so you look like less of a lump."

He followed her instructions and laid as close to her as possible to try and disguise his frozen body. She did her best to smooth out the blankets just in time.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Leia cooed from her seat against the headboard as her little boy pushed back their bedroom door.

His yawn immediately took over any words he might have been about to say. He was still in his pajamas with his Ewok dragging in his hand. His other hand moved up to his eyes, wiping away the sleepiness and brushing his tangled hair from his face.

"Did you have fun with Chewie last night?" She tilted her head as she asked.

He grinned as he shook his head and took another step into the room. "We stayed up late!" His head turned as he noticed something out of the usual. "Daddy's home?"

It was phrased as a question but garnered excitement with his enthusiastic confidence in his assessment.

"Damn it," the grumpy lump hissed from under the covers as he began to move. His head poked out of the covers, hair ruffled in all the wrong places. "How did you know?" He huffed as he met his son's brilliant smile.

The little boy giggled as he climbed up on the bed. "I saw your boots," he shared as he wrapped his arms around his father.

Han couldn't help but smile as he sat up, leaning against the headboard next to Leia. "I was gonna scare you."

Leia let her hand run over her little boy's head, joining the family moment. "You're too smart for him now."

Han agreed as Ben sat back in the center of the bed on the other side of his father. "You've grown a lot, buddy."

Their growing boy nodded emphatically. "I'm getting big."

"You are," Han repeated as he repositioned his pillow behind him so his head was propped up. "Almost too big for me to lift anymore."

"Not that big!" Ben argued back as he stood on the mattress and took a couple of bounces. "Mommy can still lift me up."

"Yes, but I'm stronger than your father," Leia noted as she shifted to her side, propped up on her elbow. "He's getting old."

That got Han going. He flipped his head to her. "I'm not dead yet!"

Her teasing made her smile and stretch a hand to his waist as she lightly scratched his side.

Ben did a bigger jump on the bed as his mind continued to spin with what it would be like when he was grown up. "I'm gonna be even bigger when I'm older."

Leia nodded as she watched Ben's eyes turn up to the ceiling. "That's right."

"Taller than Daddy!" He announced as he did his biggest jump yet.

Leia smiled and said "Maybe," just as Han frowned and said, "Never."

"You're going to be a special man, bubba," Leia assured her young son. "I know you will be."

The little boy burst with pride, his future looked bright.

"Daddy! Lift me up so I can fly!" Ben spread his arms out and was waiting for his father to hold him by the waist and help him to fly above the bed.

Han couldn't resist the kid, so he sunk down on the bed and raised his arms up as the 21 kg weight tilted into his arms, his hands on the boy's hips. The little boy stretched out his arms as he felt his body tilt from one side to the other as laughter erupted from the Organa-Solo household over the Hanna City skyline.

The coming of spring meant the birth of new life.

It started as they expected. She felt the onset of labor that morning, the Force giving her ample warning time to prepare a small bag for her and the baby.

Ben was, understandably, anxious and felt at a loose end as she busied herself with preparations.

They made it to the birthing hospital on Naboo with plenty of time and the labor was a blessedly easy one. That didn't mean there weren't two stressed future parents as the hours ticked on, but it eventually produced two exhausted parents at the end of the day. Ben sent word to his mom and dad that all was well, but he knew they wouldn't take his word for it. He knew they would be at the clinic as fast as their speeder could take them.

He smiled, more accurately, his smile continued. It hadn't left his face since he first clapped his eyes on the little boy that was ever so gently placed in his arms.

"I hope you know how loved you are," Ben spoke in the softest, lowest voice he knew how to. He leaned over the small crib in the corner where this new being slept soundly. His fingers ran through the rich black hair and caressed the ear he was speaking into.

His sleeping audience did not respond, simply rolled a little in the bed, and let out a mew.

He pressed his lips together at the sleeping form and continued his one-sided conversation. "I wish you'd open those big brown eyes of yours. You have your mother's eyes."

He turned away from his audience to look across the room at the other occupant. Or he should say, occupants. His wife was sitting up in a chair beside the hospital bed, looking much better than she had just a few hours earlier. She was in her own world, cuddling their second bundle of joy in her arms, eyes fixated on the precious being before her. She looked in her element. One would never guess the trepidation she overcame to finally envision herself as a mother. But time had passed and she was becoming the multifaceted woman she wanted to be.

He seemed to be taking to fatherhood like he had been groomed for it. With a confidence he seemed to always have in him, he lifted the sleeping little scrunched up boy from his bed, wrapping the soft green blanket around his body and supporting the head.

"Let's take a walk, my boy." He rested his son's head in the crook of his elbow, bouncing him gently across the room and to the window. "Grandma and Grandpa are coming soon," he whispered as he showed his son the Naboo landscape, the land his children would call home.

He was quiet for a time as he watched the serene face take slow, steady breaths. "I can't stop staring." If it was possible, his grin grew even wider.

His head was turned at the sound of a small coo coming from across the room. He watched as his wife shifted her arms and a little arm stretched from the bundle.

"Ben," the voice called from across the room. "Look at her."

He walked over to the other two members of his family and leaned his hip against the chair's arm to look down at his daughter. The tiny lips on the scrunched up face pressed together as a bit of drool pooled. And then he saw the two slits where there were surely eyes underneath begin to crack open.

"Hello there!" The father whispered in a soft voice that never before came out of the man's mouth. He was enchanted, completely enthralled with the two beings he helped create. The two beings he would watch grow and become their own persons.

He burst with pride. Their future looked bright.

There was a commotion right outside their room that the enamored parents were oblivious to.

"Han," Leia implored as she turned around to stop him in his tracks. "Wait a moment."

"Yeah?" He exhaled. His heavy breathing matched hers, both of them pushing their physical limits as they flew through the hospital.

She raised a hand to his chest and looked him squarely in the eyes, her tone dead serious. "We have to remember these are not our children."

"What do you mean?" He questioned, his eyebrows coming together.

She elaborated as the adrenaline forced her to keep her feet moving, shifting her weight from one side to the other. "I mean, we need to give them space and time to be a family and not monopolize them or intrude…"

Han scoffed as he interrupted her warning. "We wouldn't do that!"

"You don't think so?" She said it like he was crazy.

He stuck to his story, shaking his head. "Besides they have two of them. They can share." He continued along that line of thought. "Also they might not notice if one goes missing for a while."

"Oh, hush." She slapped her hand against his chest as she grinned at his tease.

"Come on," he turned her back around and followed close behind as she made the last turn into the room.

Struck dumb. That was the only way to describe their initial reaction upon seeing the family of four huddled together in the corner. Mother sitting in the chair, father hovering close by, and a bundled child cuddled in each of their arms.

It took more than a moment for either of them to say or do anything. Finally, Han managed to vocalize a breathless phrase that sounded sort of like, "Hey, kid."

Ben's trance was broken at the slurred phrase. "Dad, Mom," he said as he raised his smile to greet their visitors. "Meet your grandkids."

Priceless. That was the best word to describe the look on the new grandparent's faces as they took in the scene before them.

"Oh, Ben…" Leia cried as she stepped towards her son and closer to the next generation.

Ben stood up as she approached, tilting the baby in his arms towards her.

"Han, look at him," she gushed at first sight, her arms moving to her son's arm as she stroked it up and down.

"Yeah, I see," Han said with a grin as he peered over her shoulder, gazing in awe at the tiny baby that reminded him so much of their own baby boy.

"You wanna hold him?" Ben asked his mother to her immense delight.

"Let me put these things down first."

That was the first time it was even acknowledged that she was carrying flowers to deliver to the new parents. But she quickly discarded them on the bed as she sat herself on the edge and reached out her arms.

Ben shifted his bundle briefly before he relinquished his charge. "Say 'hi' to your grandson."

"Oh, Ben," she exclaimed breathlessly again as the tiny weight was placed in her care. "He's beautiful."

The precious cargo remained asleep as she settled him into the crook of her elbow and held him close to her chest. There was nothing else she could say that would accurately describe her euphoria. So she remained silent, soaking in the moment. Han eventually sat beside her and moved a hand to touch the little boy's cheek, smoothing over the soft skin.

"You're doing well, Rey?" Leia lifted her eyes for only a moment.

The new mother grinned, watching the entire scene in front of her. "I am wonderful."

"Han," Leia said, her focus back on the baby. "Doesn't he look just like…"

"Yeah, he does," Han answered the question even before it was asked. This was without a doubt the spitting image of Ben Solo.

"Don't forget there's another one." Ben mocked their fascination with the single baby.

Leia lifted her head and shook it with renewed awe. "I knew there were two instantly, but it seemed so impossible to comprehend…"

"Well," Ben said as he leaned down to his wife and took his daughter from her carefully. "Twins do run in my family if you didn't already know that."

"And they'll have each other to grow up with," Leia shared, her voice dripping with longing for that experience that she was denied.

Ben took the few steps back towards the bed with his daughter stretched out. "Here, Dad. Another lady in your life."

Han's arms were much stiffer than Leia's, but he managed alright and welcomed the small package onto his lap.

His eyes quickly lit up as he watched her little mouth smack. "This was the scariest thing in the world, the first time I held you," Han shared with a nod towards his son. "The doctors had to show me how to do it. I got pretty good."

"What a talent, hotshot," Leia drolly commented in her happiest teasing way.

Han looked at the sleeping form cradled in his own arms and then at the twin resting in Leia's.

"Which one's gonna be a pilot?" He asked both Ben and Rey seriously.

Ben pretended to take that seriously as he sat on Rey's chair's arm and rested his arm around her shoulder. "Do you mean we have to decide that for them now? Why wasn't that in the parenting contract?"

"They're not going to grow up," Rey decided for them. "I want them to stay like this forever."

Leia completely understood that feeling, she remembered it well. "They'll be grown before you know it," she whispered, taking a mental image of the tiny faces to remember always.

Han nodded. "It happens so fast. Too fast."

Ben interrupted their fun with his conviction. "They'll be whatever they want to be." He was determined to see to it. To give them the love and support they deserved to grow into the best version of the person they could become. "The future is looking bright for our little Loki…"

This was the first time both Leia and Han were hearing the names of the beings they were holding. Both their eyes raised to their son, the anticipation heightened.

Ben paused to make sure he had both of their attention. "Our little Loki and Breha."

The coming of spring meant the birth of new life. A New Hope. A new future and a new story for the next generation to tell.