Ben’s eyes widened with wonder at the bright colors on the holo-screen. From his favorite spot in the room, his father’s lap, he gnawed on his teething ring and watched the Tatooine Suns and the Malastare Raiders play football. The six-month-old little boy drooled and babbled.
Han smiled down at his son. “What do you think Ben? Was that a fair call?”
“Ub bah!” Ben said, raising his arms in the air.
“Me too,” Han said before pressing a kiss into Ben’s thick curls.
Ben wiggled his tiny feet in excitement. “Dada um waa!”
Han chuckled. “So who do you hope wins?”
“Itsy ooh ta,” Ben babbled.
“Yeah? I’m pulling for the Raiders myself, but don’t tell Uncle Luke. He’s a Suns fan.”