It's still a marvel to Jyn and she was privy to everything happening. Every kick and squirm. She grew those kidneys and toes and eyelashes, that little determined mouth and tiny fingers stubbornly clutching her flat tooka. She'll let Cassian take credit for the dimples, at least, those are all his.

Her arm loops around his waist, other hand reaching to adjust Rey's little nightshirt, tugging it down over her belly, stretching to run her finger down their baby's tiny little nose before she draws her hand back, laughing at the way Rey seems to turn to try and chase Jyn's hand.

"Quickly, before we never leave." They could probably stand there all night, being mildly obsessed, but they have laundry to do and data files to send out, all sorts of things that need to be done. They can't just stare at Rey all night, it's creepy, they're creepy.