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A sudden loud crash in the living room sent Han dropping the laundry he’d been folding and running to check on Ben. The one-year-old baby boy was still sitting in his playpen crying and pointing at the source of the noise. A large vase had fallen off a shelf. A shelf it couldn’t have fallen off on its own. Han scooped Ben up into his arms and kissed him over and over. He checked Ben all over for injuries. He bounced the crying boy around patted him back. “It’s ok. Daddy’s right here. It’s ok. Shhh.” “Sowee,” Ben gasped out as he sniffed back tears and coughed. “Take a deep breath, little guy,” Han said demonstrating what he wanted Ben to do and took long slow breaths with his son. “Ben un tubble?” Ben asked, still crying but calming down. “No, Daddy’s just happy Ben’s not hurt.” “No mad?” “Nah. Daddy’s not mad at Ben. The vase was ugly anyway,” Han said, tickling Ben’s belly and making him giggle. “Now let’s pop in one of your favorite holos while Daddy cleans up.” Ben finally