Oh my god, guys, I’m freaking out. I decided to read Bloodlines (Claudia Gray, Del Ray, LucasFilm) for the sake of my Ben Solo essay–well, if I’m being honest, I’m skimming it for Ben information; politics really don’t interest me–and I found this. It’s a little flashback to a moment:
“Never imagined this,” Han had murmured, sitting up in their bed at night, Ben’s tiny head resting in the crook of his father’s arm. “Having a kid. Even wanting a kid. But now he’s here, and–“
“And you’re a dad.” Leia had leaned closer, unable to resist the chance to tease her husband. “Just think, hotshot. Someday you might even be a granddad.”
Han’s chuckle had warmed her. “Speak for yourself, sweetheart. Me, I ain’t ever getting that old.”
Han holding baby Ben.
HAN HOLDING BABY BEN.
H A N H O L D I N G B A B Y B E N.
GUYS.
My heart is bleeding all over the place. BLEEDING. ALL. OVER.
“I ain’t ever getting that old”
Nooooooooooooo, it’s as if Han knew. He’ll never be around to see little Reylo’s bubba’s!