Rey switches the wet laundry from washer to dryer and turns it on. The soft hum of the machine makes her sigh. It's been a long day cleaning house and picking up after little Han but she wouldn't trade it for the world. Rain splatters the window outside and a squeal floats back to her.

"Those boys." She mumbles under her breathe, smiling. She makes her way to the living room after dropping of an empty laundry basket in Han's relatively clean room. The sight that greets her causes her to giggle. Ben is standing atop their furniture, one foot on the armrest of their couch and the other balancing on the side of the recliner, holding their squealing, upside-down, four-year-old son, Han. Ben looks up at her, breathless and smiling.

"Hey, hon." He pokes Han in the stomach, causing him to squirm and laugh.

"Mom! Watch out. The floor is lava!" he says between breathes. He cocks his head to the side, trying to look at her right side up.

She wipes the smile off her face and hunkers down, "Yes, yes it is and a big lava monster is coming to get you!" she rushes at them, Han shrieking in delight. He tumbles out of his father's arms and onto the couch below.

"No!" he swats at her trying to grab him. "Dad, help!" he scoots up higher on the cushions, swinging a pillow at Rey.

"Oh, no you don't, big scary lava monster!" Ben tackles Rey and tickles her until tears stream from her eyes and she's left breathless.

"Dad, no, the lava!" Han yells at him.

"Aauuggh!" Ben dramatically waves his arms and legs before dropping them, playing dead.

Han scurries down from the couch and to his father. He jumps onto his stomach.

Oouff! Ben tries to stay still but the impact of his son is a little overwhelming.

"No dying, Dad!" Han pokes his father's cheek, willing him to wake up. "Mom, help." He looks to his mother pleadingly.

Rey bends down and kisses Ben on the lips softly, "Time to get up, oh, lava beast defeater."

Ben's eyes flicker open, "What'd I miss?" he winces as Han punches him in the chest. "What was that for?" he sits up.

"You aren't allowed to die, okay?" Han looks up at him with eyes full of worry.

Ben wraps his arms around his son, pulling him into a hug, "Hey, I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. It's you, me, and mom. Forever."