The Greatest Gift

"Just think. If it could be any day, any day at all-!"
Smiling, almost laughing, at his overly anxious wife, Han insisted over again, "Sweetheart, I don't need any day, any day at all." Though his eyes remained on his beautiful wife, his hands were laid over her protruding belly on their beautiful children.
Leia frowned, her brows creased, and she tilted her head to the side. "But you deserve it," she responded, one hand rubbing across her belly. Han gave a little chuckled. "But I don't need it. It's okay, Princess. I've survived my life thus far without."
"It must have been hard to survive," Leia joked.
It was only a few days ago, shortly after hers and Luke's birthday, that Leia confronted Han with a matter she found to be very troublesome. "You should get to celebrate your birthday, too," she'd told him and had been at it ever since.
"Leia," he told her now. "Every new year I get to acknowledge that, sometime within the year, I'd turned a year older. I'm perfectly content with that."
"But it's nothing!" Leia objected, her brows creased as she kept up their pointless bickering. Though Han would rather drop the subject because he really, truly didn't care half as much as his wife, it gave her something else to focus on besides the back pain and swollen feet and cravings and everything else. It had been getting harder to keep his heavily pregnant wife cheery with this last month ever so slowly rolling by and bickering, no matter how pointless, kept her mind off all her worries and stress. Not to mention, it kept her tongue and mind sharp. "You deserve to have your own day. Don't you ever wish you knew what day you were born?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Leia. Honey, I don't care that much. The only birthdays I care about are yours and Luke's," Han paused, lowering his gaze and dipping his head to kiss Leia's gloriously rounded belly. "And the twins'. Other than those, sweetheart, I couldn't care less about birthdays."
Leia huffed a sigh, rolling her eyes back and Han figured she was finally giving up. "One day," she said, a mischievous smile flicking across her face. "One day, we're going to celebrate your birthday. If you don't pick a day, I will."
Han smiled softly at her, shaking his head while he reached out and took Leia into his arms. Carefully, he pulled her to the floor with him, Leia sitting against him, all four of their arms caressing her stomach. "Just think," he told her in his softest voice, his breath warm against her skin. "Soon, we're gonna' be celebrating these little ones' birthday." He gave her belly a little pat.
Leia's smile turned warm and she relaxed in his embrace. She moved her hands so one pair over the top of her belly and the other supported the bottom, just at her panty line. "They're resting really low," she told Han. "I don't think it's going to be much longer."
"I hope not."
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*seventeen hours later*
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"Welcome," Leia managed, still fighting to catch her breath as she held both her newborn son and daughter in her arms. "Welcome to the world, Jaina and Jacen Solo." Tears filled her gaze and she craned her neck to look at her husband. His own stare was fixed on their children, tears filling his eyes, too. He reached out to stroke the thin, dark hair on their heads, his eyes filled with complete wonder. "Aren't they amazing?" she asked him.
For a moment, Han could only nod. "Perfect," he answered. He finally managed to tear his gaze away and, when he did, he held Leia's and told her, "Remember the day you told me you were pregnant?"
Leia's smile, already bright, somehow grew and she nodded happily. "It doesn't even feel like that long ago!"
"No, it doesn't. I was just thinking, I want that day to be my birthday." He leaned forward and kissed Leia on the lips, admiring his bigger family. "Because you gave me the greatest gift that day."
Leia found at herself at a loss for words and she struggled for a long moment. "Yeah," she agreed. "I wish that were my birthday." She looked back down to the twins and spoke in a high-pitched, motherly voice, "Did you hear that? Daddy's birthday is a special day for us-"
"But not too special," Han interrupted. "I love this day even more."