He rolls his eyes. He should have expected that, but she should have expected all his clarifications too. "Thank you," he says softly, because he has his Abuelita, but this is different.

Cassian leans down to kiss Sofia's cheek, then the top of her head. When he looks up, Jyn's face is right there. They're so close.

All I want for Christmas is you bellows from the other room. They're quiet in the open doorway, and no one's looking because Chirrut is doing something ridiculous.

There's mistletoe above them. He can feel his heart flutter like he's sixteen. He leans in before he can overthink and lose the moment, justifying the way he kisses her under the guise of tradition. It's very quick, just a peck on the lips, mostly hidden by the way Sofia is curled between them as attention towards her.

When he pulls away, they're still very close, and his ears are a little red as worry overtakes him like a truck once he realizes what exactly he's just done. But he's had a good evening, and Jyn is back in his life, and she's holding his daughter preciously. "Goodnight, Jyn." It's almost a question, because now he's nervous, even as he gestures vaguely upward with his excuse.