#scruffysmuggler

              slender fingers run through sandy, messy, locks; limbs intertwined between han’s. ‘ i love you, ’ she whispered with a grin, pressing a kiss to his chest. ‘ so so so much. ’ an uncharacteristic giggle slips past pink lips as she moves to lay between his legs; arms resting on his abdomen, chin on her hands. ‘ what about you ? how MUCH do you love me ? ’

               she lets out a sigh, blue orbs rolling upwards before looking at han. ‘ i’m not doing nothing, i’m working as fast as i can. but chances are you’re going to have to wait for my father to get in. ’

It wasn’t a rare occurrence. Ben often stared at the walls for hours before convincing himself that it simply wasn’t going to happen that night. It shouldn’t have been usual for a child, but he was used to it by that point. Usually he’d go to his Mom. He’d tug on her sleeve and poke her side until she woke up. Sometimes she’d bring him back to bed and tell him to try again. That was usually if she had something to do in the morning, which was most nights. Every once in a while she’d read him a story or bring him into the living room to watch a holo. Ben liked nights like that, he felt a lot better after them and the world seemed a bit quieter. 

                  a POUT forms behind his hand & she lets her tongue dart out to trace the inside of his palm, before pushing it away to wrap her arms around his neck. with a wicked grin she stretches on toes to reach his ear before whispering; ❛ sorry, daddy. ❜