"Should have seen it coming though, shouldn't we? She kicked all the time before she was born. If she'd been in there any longer she would have broken a rib." Maybe. Probably.

Patiently, Jyn hefts Rey up so she's sitting again and the baby's face scrunches up like she is unhappy with this turn of events. She liked laying down and kicking her feet and now she's up and kicking her feet and she makes a low whine. Is she going to cry? She's certainly thinking about it.

Jyn gathers Rey's cheeks in her hands and leans down to kiss her forehead and her nose and her cheeks and all over her face until Rey spits out the tooka and gives into wild baby laughter. "There's my happy girl."