WHO: Finn Rojas → Han Solo WHEN: Evening of May 28 WHERE: K Auto SUMMARY: Han meets Ben and Finn isn't sure what to think about that. WARNINGS: None
Han had been useless during the entire delivery. Hell -- he'd been useless during most, if not all, of Leia's pregnancy. He'd done what was expected of him, running to pick up things for her when she had cravings in the middle of the night and generally just being as supportive as he was able to be, the extent of which really depending on the day. He tried, he really did. He just, well, he could be so very Han about things when he wanted to.
But he had done his best and he'd watched with great fascination as Leia's belly grew. He hadn't been able to hide his excitement the first time he felt their boy's stirring inside of her, the grin on his face like nothing else when he'd felt a real kick against his cheek. He had loved the moments when she hadn't known he was watching (or, he suspected, she had noticed he was watching, only to let him think he was being sneaky in the moment) as her hands lovingly brushed over her stomach with a smile. There came a point where he could no longer deny that any of this was really -- not that he'd really denied it too much from the start. It seemed impossible to believe that this was what his life had been leading toward, a thought that fought against the other that was just as strong that left him knowing that each step he'd taken down his path couldn't have led him anywhere but here.
And where he was now was sitting in a chair, his son being placed in his arms. He was so tiny, tinier than Han had ever anticipated. With a patch of dark hair and cheeks that seemed too chubby to be real, he was holding his son. No, he corrected himself, his eyes lifting to meet Leia's gaze as he felt that swell of love expand in his chest. He was holding their son.
With a jerk, Finn was holding nothing but a wrench. The movement might not have mattered in most circumstances, but at that very moment he was under a car. His forehead smacked a piece of metal, pulling a loud swear from his mouth.
"Oy," he heard Mehdi call from across the garage. "Talk like that and I'll tell your mom."
Though he murmured back something that could have sounded like an apology if one were to be particularly generous, Finn got a simple snort in return from his boss. That was fine by him as his mind was no longer under the car anyway, but instead revisiting the scene that he'd just witnessed from a galaxy far, far away.
It had been a while since Finn had been visited with something new from Han. It was rare to have something truly new, given that he'd been raised on those movies and he'd seen most of them multiple times. He'd known that eventually he'd live something from later on in Han's life. There was evidence of a life after the original trilogy, after all, given the events of the most recent movies themselves. The fact that Han and Leia would have a child together was a given. Still, he hadn't been expecting it.
And, if he was honest with himself, it wasn't the fact that Han and Leia had a child that had left him unsettled. Outside of his younger sisters, children were so beyond anything that Finn had thought about existing in the context of his life that he didn't even bother trying to wrap his mind around it. He didn't know if he and Charlie would ever have one themselves someday, many years down the road. He didn't think he'd be that put out if they didn't, nor would he be against it if they did. That was so far in the future, though, that it didn't worry him one way or another.
What did unsettle him, though, was the knowledge of who that baby would grow to be, what that baby would one day do. It was hard to feel Han's happiness, when Finn had the knowledge of a future that he would have to live through dreams and visions, but have no control over to change. He didn't like feeling out of control of any part of his life, dreams and visions included.
Finn didn't know how long he had been on the car before he felt someone grab onto his leg, pulling to roll him out on the creeper he had been laying on. It was Mehdi, of course. Finn blinked up at the lights from the ceiling, raising the hand with the wrench to shield his eyes. There was a look of concern on his boss's face, the sort that went beyond boss and employee and instead crossed over to uncle and nephew. He knew that there would be no interrogation over what was suddenly bothering him enough to stop his obnoxious singing to the classic rock station as he'd been working on the car, which Finn appreciated. It felt nice, though, knowing that Mehdi cared enough to be concerned.
"C'mon, kid," Mehdi said, waving a hand toward the darkened window, then extending it out to Finn. He took it, letting the older man pull him to his feet. "It's after sunset and I'm starving. Let's go get pizza."