You are my sunshine. My only sunshine...

Rey never thought her life would lead to this. She never thought her enemy would join the light side. She never thought she would befriend him. She never thought she would fall in love with him. She never thought she would marry him. She never thought she would carry his children.

She never thought she would have any children, not even one, and now here she is about to have two. Twins. May the Force be with her. And may this be her only pregnancy. One boy, one girl, one pregnancy. It's perfect.

You make me happy when skies are gray. You never know dear how much I love you...

When the twins were born, Poe suggested that they be named Luke and Leia. He was teasing of course, but Luke loved the idea of the girl being name after his deceased sister, their grandmother. He didn't like the boy being named after him, however.

"He'll go all his life trying to be like me. To live up to his namesake. I don't want that for him." Luke had said.

Finn also liked the girl being named after everyone's favorite princess, and suggested the boy be named after the princess's love, Han. Their grandfather.

Everyone was on board with the twins being named after their deceased grandparents, Han and Leia. Everyone except the parents, that is.

"We don't want to name them after anyone dead," Rey said. "It's like you said, Luke. If we named them after Han and Leia, they'll grow up learning all about their grandparents, whose names they share, and do whatever they can to be just like them."

"We want them...to be themselves." It was Kylo who said this. He pushed back painful memories and continued. "Without a name they feel they have to live up to."

Not only that, but naming the twins after their grandparents who were lovers just didn't feel right. It was like Luke and Leia all over again. And yes, even after all these years, everyone is still aware of the kiss that was shared between the two siblings long ago. If they were never told that they were siblings, there's a good chance that they would have gotten married and had kids of their own.

Rey puts her hand on top of her husband's and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Kylo smiles, weakly. Just as Rey, he never thought his life would lead to this. He only ever joined the light side to trick Rey, who he's had a fascination with since he first met her. He never thought he would actually change. He never thought Rey was powerful enough to change him.

Or perhaps it was him all along. After all, Rey never forced Kylo into loving her. She did it by accident without even knowing. And Kylo, well he let it consume him. It was him who fell in love first. He never expected his fascination with her to turn into love. That she would love him back. That she would marry him. That she would carry his children.

He still can't believe that they're finally here. It feels as though it's only been an hour since Rey told him she was pregnant, and a day since they got married. Oh how time flies. Kylo feels as though none of this is even real, that it's all a wonderful dream, and he's scared he'll wake up soon if it is.

In the end, everyone wrote multiple names and put them in a hat. When the two names were chosen the results were well praised.

Michael and Elane. (AN: I put Eleven/Jane together.)

The names were perfect. No matter what was picked they would have been perfect anyway. Kylo and Rey haven't smiled this much since their wedding. They didn't care if their cheeks hurt from smiling so much, or if they were stained with happy tears. They didn't care about sleeping. All they cared about doing was staring at their bundles of joy that they created. How could they possibly sleep? Not only are hospitals uncomfortable, but their babies had just been born!

The family that Kylo has longed for since he ended his dark path is finally here. The family that Rey has always wanted since she was a child is finally here. Granted, her idea of a family at the time was her and her parents, not her being a parent. But she's glad everything turned out the way it did. Everything's perfect.

Please don't take my sunshine away...

Until it wasn't.

A month had passed since the birth of their twins, and in the middle of the night when the parents slept, their daughter was stolen from them.

Rey has never felt such heartbreak before. It hurt worse than Han's death. It hurt worse than her family abandoning her. It hurt worse than birth or any other wound she has ever had in her life. Kylo, however, took it the hardest.

He left Rey and their son at home, not even telling her, and went on a full killing spree. He never killed anyone innocent, they were all murderers or rapists. His killing spree was a coping mechanism, but it was also a search for any kind of lead on where his daughter could be. No matter the reason, his dark side took over, and from what he can remember it hurt like hell this time. He didn't feel the power that the dark side held. All he felt was the sadness and anger. There was no power in it. Just...an empty sadness.

When he came home, a month after he left, Rey was livid. So livid, in fact, that she actually ended up giving him a bloody nose. She felt horrible about it afterwards, and cried like she never has before. She cried for treating him that way, that she let the dark side take over, she cried over him leaving her and their son with no explanation, and she cried for their lost daughter.

Kylo didn't care about the injuries his wife laid upon him. He deserves them. All he cared about was holding his wife and crying with her.

"You left us!" She cried, holding him tightly as she buried her face in his chest. "Why did you leave us? Why didn't you tell me where you were going? First my parents abandoned me, then Han, then Leia, I barely see Finn and Poe because we're always so busy, then my daughter is taken, then you leave...why is everyone always leaving? Why am I always left alone?"

Kylo opens his mouth to speak, but before he could, the noise of a baby crying fills the air. Rey removed herself from her husband's hold and exits the room. Kylo was hesitant to follow, but when he finds his wife holding his son, he feels his emotions swirl again.

Sadness that his son will never know his twin sister, that he left for a month-a month he'll never get back-that he left his wife to endure their pain alone, that their daughter is gone. His daughter. That's where the anger comes in. How dare anyone even dream of doing this? How. Dare. They?! Then the guilt. How had he not felt another presence in his home? Yes he was asleep, but that's never stopped the Force before. Why did the Force fail him this time?

"I guess I wasn't entirely left alone," he hears Rey say as she gazed fondly down at her son.

"You were here with me, my son," she said. She brushed some black hair-hair he got from his father-away from his eyes.

Kylo walked fully into the room and stood directly behind his wife. He reached a shaky hand out and touched her shoulder. She stiffens, but says nothing. Kylo then slowly turned her around. She kept her gaze on Michael, but when her husband softly says her name, his voice breaking, she couldn't help but look at him. She missed him, and he knew it. He regrets leaving her, and she knew it. They both knew exactly how the other felt due to their Force connection. They both felt the same sadness, anger, and guilt that any parent would. Which made forgiving him easy.

"I'm sorry," Kylo breathed, his eyes tearing up. "Rey, I'm so sorry."

Rey's eyes teared up again, and she had to fight back a sob in the back of her throat. "I know. The souls you took...were they-"

"They were not innocent. I promise." He answered, only a little hurt that she would think he would take innocent lives. He doesn't blame her though. His past can not be easily forgotten. Truth be told, he would've thought the same as is wife did.

"I believe you," Rey says. "And I forgive you for everything."

Relief washed over him, and he almost let out a sob. "I love you. I love you so much." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers. They both squeezed their eyes tightly shut so no tears would fall, but they did. They leaked out and fell on top of their son, who didn't seem to mind as he was purely fixated on his parents, not knowing what the heck is going on.

"I know," Rey replies, weakly. "I love you too."

Michael reached his hand up at that moment to touch a long curly lock of his father's hair. Kylo looked down at his son and smiled. He extended his index finger out for his son to hold on to, and as soon as Kylo felt Michael's fingers wrap themselves around his larger one, more tears fell.

And they always will.

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14 years have passed since the kidnapping of Kylo and Rey's daughter, and even after 14 years, the pain is still raw. They searched high and low for years, but luck was not on their side.

Michael, or Mike as he likes to be called, grew up not knowing of his sister. His parents refused to tell him about her, or even show him any baby pictures of her. He is unaware of his twin, and that the girl that he's been secretly watching is her.

He's seen her countless times before in the marketplace. Always stealing, never getting caught. Well, Mike catches her, but he's the only one who ever does. He doesn't say one word about it either. He finds it amusing, actually. The first time he saw her was a year ago. Her hair was completely shaved off, she wore ragged clothes, and her skin had patches of dirt here and there. She was dirty from head to toe.

She still is, but not as badly. Her skin and clothes aren't as dirty as the first few times Mike has seen her-she probably washes herself in the river and steals her clothes, which, Mike notices, are different every time he comes to the market-and her hair has grown into a wild curly mess much like his. Except her lovely locks are a light brown color that matches his mother's, while his is black like his father's.

To Mike it was obvious she was a girl even with her shaved head, but it took his friends a long time to see it.

"Are you sure she isn't a boy?" Lucas, Finn's son, asked a year ago.

It was Mike's third time seeing her, but it was his friends first time. Her hair was still completely shaved at the time and she wore the same long shirt and baggy pants that she wore the first time Mike had seen her. If she wore female clothing and had longer hair. Mike bets his friends wouldn't question her gender. Which is absurd. A person shouldn't just assume another's gender and stereotype them.

"Yeah," Will, another friend of Mike's, had agreed. "There's nothing girly about her."

"Mike," Dustin, Mike's third friend, began. He had walked over to him and wrapped an arm around Mike's shoulder, giving him a smug look. "Is this a hint?"

Mike was confused as he had moved his friends arm off of him. "What do you mean? A hint about what?"

Dustin had burst into laughter. "That you're gay!"

"WHAT?!"

Will and Lucas had joined in with Dustin and they laughed until their sides and cheeks hurt. Mike, on the other hand, was mortified.

"I am not gay!"

"But if you were," said Will.

"That'd be okay," Lucas continued.

"We'd still love you," Dustin dragged on.

"Anyway!" Mike's three friends said the last part together; they actually didn't even say it. They sang it. Loudly too. And of course it just had to rhyme.

Even after a year, Mike can still feel the heat in his face from that day. He's never felt so embarrassed before. But his friends' playful accusation never stopped him from watching the strange girl, admiring her from afar. He especially likes seeing her use her Force powers (e.g. Levitating fruits or vegetables is how she usually steals her food.) She has powers that both his parents posses; powers that he does not have.

Sometimes, Mike finds himself a little envious of his parents, and yes, even of the strange girl. But his envy always goes away just as fast as it hits. Plus, while he lacks the powers of the Force, he makes up for it with his Lightsaber skills. His father has only been teaching him for a year, since Mike was 13, but already he's mastering it.

And now here he is, watching the girl from afar as he has been doing for the last 12 months, wondering as he always does on what her life used to be like before she came here.

But, just like he's always done in the past, he says and does nothing.

He hopes one day that will change.

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Change came quicker than Mike expected. It's the next month now-a year and a month since he's known of the girl-and for the first time ever, she was finally caught stealing.

And she nearly murdered someone too.

Mike, along with many other bystanders, watched as the man the girl stole from shouted at her, and when she took off running, the man was right behind her. Fearing the worst, Mike ran after them too. He didn't know what he would do if the man caught the girl. Mike knows that running after them rather than getting help was stupid, but he couldn't just waste time. He had to act fast.

Mike was only a few feet behind the man, and the man was right behind the girl. As Mike saw him reach for the collar of the girl's shirt, he couldn't stop himself from shouting: "Don't touch her!"

The girl suddenly whipped around, her hands extended outward, and Mike stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the man levitate off the ground.

He still stood a good distance away, but even from where he stood he could hear the man gasping for air. He then saw the man wrap his hands around his own throat, squeezing tightly, making it even harder for him to breathe. Why is he doing that? Why-

Mike's eyes lingered away from the man and landed on the girl. She's doing this. Obviously, she's making him float in the air, but she's also forcing the man to choke himself. Blood began the run down from her nose, and he saw so much...darkness in her eyes. A chill ran down his spine, and he won't lie...

He's afraid.

When the man started to spasm, something in Mike snapped him out of his scared dazed, and just like before, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"No!" He shouted as he took a step forward. He didn't dare go any further. "Stop! Stop it! You're going to kill him! Stop! Please!"

The girl removed her gaze from the floating, choking man in front of her to the boy that has been watching her for a year. When Mike watched her, he never knew that she was well aware of him. He never knew that whenever he wasn't looking, she was staring back.

"He was going to hurt me. Maybe kill me," she says, her voice sounding awkward. It was as if she's never spoken before, or at least...isn't used to it.

Mike started to slowly walk toward her. "I know. He's a bad man. A very bad man. But you...you're not like him."

"Of course not," the girl snapped. "I am a 14 year old girl. I am nothing like this 40 year old man."

"No," Mike had to suppress a laugh. This was no time for laughing. "I mean...your soul. Your soul is not like his. It's not evil."

"And how do you know such a thing?" The girl asked, her voice soft with only a hint of sharpness. "You don't know anything about me. All you do is watch."

Mike blushed when he realized she's always known about him watching her. Ignoring his embarrassment, he glanced at the man in the air, who is still alive, then back at the girl. "That's true, but if you were truly evil, you would've already killed him."

The girl scoffs. "A fast death gives no justice. He needs to suffer."

"Then maybe you are as evil as you claim yourself to be," Mike said, hoping reverse psychology would work. "Prove it to me. Prove to me you're as dark as him. I don't know if this man is a killer or not, but if he is, and you kill him, then the world still has the same amount of killers it originally had. Killing a killer doesn't lower the number. It remains the same."

The girl says nothing, and Mike's face loses color when he saw the man's face start to turn purple. Please don't do this, he thought, over and over again in his head. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the man suddenly falls to the ground, gasping for air, but still very much alive.

Mike has never felt so relieved in his life. Worry came back, however, when the girl fell to her knees and began to cry.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't...I didn't mean to...I can't control it. I'm so sorry."

The man still laid on the ground, either too weak to get up and ran away or too scared to. Mike didn't care though. He cared about the crying girl.

Mike hesitated when he bent down to her level. He wasn't sure if he should wrap his arms around her, so he did the only thing that seemed less awkward. He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"H-Hey, don't cry," his voice cracked so he cleared his throat to make it sound more manly. "Please don't cry." Yeah, clearing his throat did not help. He started to rubbed her back, something his mother would do when she hugged him during his sad times.

"I'm just..." the girl started. "So tired. And cold."

Mike nodded. "Okay, let's take you home."

"Home?" The girl repeated as she looked at him.

The evil darkness in her eyes that Mike had seen earlier was replaced with...well with a lot of things Mike is surprised to see in just one look. He saw innocence, sadness, shame, and also hope.

"Yeah," Mike nods. "I'm taking you to my home. You'll be safe there. My parents are gifted with the powers of the Force too. Maybe they'll train you."

The girl's eyes lit up. "You mean...there are others like me?"

"Yeah," Mike said, confused. Does she really not know that anyone can have Force powers? "There are tons of people like you."

"Are you like me?"

For a moment, Mike had thought she said 'do you like me'. "No," he replied, ignoring his blush. "I don't have powers like you or my parents, but I am very skilled with a lightsaber."

"What's that?"

"Definitely not a toy." Mike replied, chuckling as he remembered his father telling him this. He stood up and extended his hands out for her to take. All she does is look at his hands, skeptical.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Mike said. "Even if I did want to, I wouldn't be able to. You'd kick my ass just like you did with him." He gestures to the man on the ground, who looked dead but had actually passed out. Mike's eyes lingered on the man's body until he saw him breathe.

The girl chuckles lightly. "Technically I didn't even touch him."

Mike grins. "And it was totally awesome. I'm Mike by the way. You?"

"Eleven."

"Eleven?" Mike repeated. "Like the number?"

Eleven nods and shows him her wrist, where the number 11 was tattooed. Mike's eyes widened, and without thinking, he held her wrist in his hand. "Is this a real tattoo? Who did this to you?" The tattoo is tiny, but it's still the fact that she's a kid. Plus, no matter the size, tattoos still hurt.

Eleven pulls her hand away and looks down. "Papa." She whispered, so lowly that Mike barely even heard her. She lifted her head back up and looked at Mike with sad eyes. "Bad...bad people. They did this. They...did so much."

She started to cry again, and Mike's heart shattered. She's obviously been through so much. It's time she gets the kindness that she deserves. "Come on. Home awaits us."

He extended his hands out again, and this time, she took them.

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Kylo and Rey knew something was wrong with their son as soon as he walked into the living room with a nervous look on his face. They also sensed another presence in their hallway, but said nothing about it as they watched their son search for his words. Well, they tried to. They couldn't stop focusing on the unknown presence that felt...oddly familiar.

"Mom, dad," Mike said, as he approached his parents, his voice shaky.

They were cuddling on the couch, most likely enjoying their time together, but ruining their relaxing moment was the least of Mike's worries.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but...something happened while I was at the market." Mike finished, then waited for the responses.

His parents quickly sat up, a look of worry plastered on both of their faces.

"What happened?" Rey asked as many bad scenarios played in her head. "Are you okay? Did something happen to one of your friends?"

Mike rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, except...you've never met this friend and...this is mine and hers first time ever speaking to each other."

Rey and Kylo glance at each other, sending the other a questioning look. "What do you mean, son?" Kylo asked then said, "Actually, just bring your friend in. We'll listen to you both."

Mike nodded, knowing that they had already sensed Eleven, and stepped into the hallway. Rey and Kylo heard him whisper, "Don't worry. They're nice."

A second later, Mike walks back into the living room, holding the hand of a girl that looked to be his age. Rey and Kylo's eyes widened at the sight of her.

"Mom, dad," Mike says again as he released the girl's hand. "This...is Eleven. She's homeless. I've seen her at the marketplace countless times for the last year, and just an hour ago she was caught stealing with her force powers. The man chased her, and I chased him. He almost had Eleven in his clutches, but she used her powers to stop him. She levitated him off the ground and started to suffocate him-"

"What?!" His parents said together in alarm. The action caused Eleven to jump.

"Let me finish," Mike said, trying to stay calm. "Yes, she was going to kill him, but it was out of self-defense. I stopped her before she could take his life. She mentioned before that she had a father, but then she said something about bad people...I don't know. All I know is that, as of right now, she's an orphan with no family. It's just her, and she needs a place to stay that isn't outside. She also needs a teacher. She has Force powers just like you two. So...I was hoping that we...well I was hoping she could stay with us for awhile and get the training she needs."

Mike stares at his parents with hopeful eyes, while Eleven stares at the ground. Rey and Kylo stared at the both of them, then at each other. They can't just take in a girl they know nothing about. For all they know, this could all be a set up. However, Rey and Kylo knew better. They didn't sense anything purely evil about the girl. They sense a lot of anger at whoever it was that put her in this predicament, but they sense more sadness and loneliness.

"How about," Kylo spoke," that you go to your room while your mother and I ask her some questions."

A look of panic flashed across Eleven's face and she tightly gripped onto Mike's arms. "No. He stays." She says, then in a calmer tone: "Please."

Mike's parents were taken by surprised. So was Mike, but he accepted it. "She doesn't feel comfortable around adults. I should stay as her source of comfort."

"Very well," Kylo said, using his business voice. "Take a seat, please."

Mike led Eleven to the other, smaller couch. She sat down by the arm of the couch, and Mike, wanting to give her space, sat by the other arm, leaving a big gap between the two.

"How old are you, little one?" Kylo asked once Eleven took her seat.

"I turned 14 on May 4th." She answered, which took Mike and his parents by surprise again.

"That's my birthday too!" Mike exclaimed. "Looks like we're birthday twins."

"Birthday twins?" Eleven repeated, questioning his choice of words.

"It means we share the same birthday," Mike explained.

Kylo and Rey each stiffened at the mention on the word "twin", hearts aching. Both of them couldn't get over the fact that the girl shares the same birthday as their son. For a moment, Rey wondered if the girl in front of her could possibly be her lost daughter, but she pushed that thought away. She accepted a long time ago that her other child is gone. She's not going to set herself up for false hope.

"Is Eleven your real name?" Rey asked.

Eleven shrugs. "I don't know. Papa called me that all the time after he gave me this." She showed them her number tattoo and Rey gasped.

"Your father did that?" Kylo asked, rage starting to fill him. What father would do this to their daughter?

Eleven nodded. "He said it wouldn't hurt, but...he lied. That's all he ever did." Tears started to form in Eleven's eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. She already cried in front of Mike, she will not dare do it in front of his parents.

"Is your past hard to talk about?" Rey asked, feeling her maternal instincts kick in. This child in front of her is the same age as her son, the same age as her lost daughter, and it broke her heart seeing the child in the state that she's in.

Eleven nods as she rubs her eyes, saying nothing. It was then that an idea struck Kylo.

"How about," he says gently, "That you don't say anything and all. Let me into your head, your memories. That way, rather than go through the difficulty of telling us your past, I'll be able to see it instead. You don't even have to think about them. Just let your mind go blank and I will find them myself."

Eleven's eyes widened. "N-No." She stammered. "P-Papa would always try to get into my head. He would use these...these contraptions. They hurt and they always failed on getting inside. Papa...he would be so upset that...he'd continue to use them to hurt me as a way of punishment."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Rey assures her as she blinked away sad and angry years. "I promise you it doesn't hurt. It tickles a little, but it doesn't hurt. I know from experience."

"I won't be using any devices either," Kylo added. "I'll be using the Force."

Eleven pauses for a moment, contemplating if any of this was a good idea. Should she trust them? Should she even trust Mike? She doesn't know anything about any of them, but Mike...he was her only source of familiarity. She's watched him watch her for a year. No words were spoken until now, but he's all she feels comfortable with.

"Okay," She said, after making up her mind.

Kylo slowly stood up and walked over to her. He noticed that she stiffened, and he wasn't sure if it was simply because he's a stranger to her, or because he's scary. Not even the domestic home life could cease his intimidating appearance. He knelt down on one knee, and looked her in the eyes.

"I'll need you to close your eyes," he instructed. Eleven does as he says.

"Slowly breathe in and out." Kylo continued. "Try to do that until you relax. Clear everything from your mind. Let it go blank."

Eleven did as he said again, and when she eventually relaxed, she felt cold fingers on her forehead followed by a tingling feeling in her head. He's there. She wondered how Papa would feel knowing that a strange man managed to get inside of her head when Papa's own inventions could not. She wondered how he would feel knowing that Mike's father was able to do it just by using his powers, powers that she has too, powers that Papa does not posses, powers that he is jealous of.

Eleven felt something in her mind open and the tingling sensation increased. It didn't hurt, as Mike's mother had said, and it did, in fact, tickle a little.

A moment passes, and suddenly, Eleven feels the sensation fade away. The fingers on her head pull away, and when the sensation in her head is completely gone, she opens her eyes. She did not expect the man to look so troubled. Rey and Mike noticed it too.

"Dad?" Mike asked. "What did you see?"

"Kylo," says Rey when he didn't reply. "What's wrong?"

"You...you poor child," Kylo finally says, ignoring his wife and son. He wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. He stood up and turned to his wife. "Let us speak in private." Then to his son: "Stay here."

Mike nods and watch as his parents leave the room. When they were in there room, Kylo shut the door and immediately said: "I'm going to find him and kill him."

"What?!" Rey exclaimed in alarm. "What are you talking? Kill who? What did you see in her mind?"

Her husband shook his head. "Horrible things, Rey. It's no wonder she didn't want to speak it out loud. I don't even want to say it."

"Then don't," she says. She cups his face and stares into his eyes. "Show me. Let me in."

"Rey," Kylo warned, wanting to pull away, but staying where was he was. "I don't want you to see what I saw. You won't like it."

Rey rolls her eyes. "I don't care. I want to know."

"So nosy," Kylo mumbled.

"Stop stalling."

Kylo sighs in defeat. "Fine." He puts his forehead on his wife's and let's her in, showing her everything he saw.

When it was over, Rey was silently crying. "Oh my god." She breathed.

Kylo wiped her tears away. "I know."

"They...they tortured her, Kylo." Rey went on. "They tortured her, they experimented on her, they studied her like she was some kind of test! All for the "knowledge" of her powers! In hopes they can somehow gain them! You're either born with the Force or you're not. I...I can't believe...that poor girl."

Rey sat down on their bed and Kylo did the same. They sat in silence, but their minds were loud, and they were both thinking the same thing.

"We should keep her," they say in unison, then smiled at their synchronization.

"It'll be strange," Rey said, laughing slightly. "Having another child, I mean. For the last 14 years, all we've had was Mike, but now...if she wants...perhaps she can be the daughter that was wrongfully taken from us."

Kylo's eyes widened, and it was then that Rey realized what she said. "Rey-"

"I'm not trying to replace Elane," Rey said in a rush, "But...what if Mike bringing her here was meant to happen? What if this is our second chance at being the parents to a daughter?"

Kylo took his wife's hands in his, squeezing them gently. "Then we better not mess it up."

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Messing it up was the last thing they did. In fact, in the eyes of Eleven, everything they did was perfect. When she and Mike were given the news that she'd be staying with them, both 14 year olds were ecstatic. Well, Mike was, Eleven was more skeptical and nervous, but she was a little excited that she could possibly be part of a family.

It was awkward for everyone the first few weeks, but after the first two months, life became a familiar routine. Eleven would wake up early everyday with Kylo and they would train. Before training her with the Force, she had to regain her strength by running, which was an absolute pain. Lets just say, she threw up a lot, especially since she had food in her that she was able to get rid of.

After that phase had passed, her Force training began. While Kylo taught Eleven, Rey would mentor Mike on his Lightsaber abilities. The parents would sometimes alternate children too. Some days it would be Rey teaching Eleven, and sometimes it would be Kylo teaching Mike.

Bonding with Mike was fast and easy, but it took her awhile to grow close to Rey and Kylo. It was during her sessions that Eleven was able to bond with her "adoptive" parents that no one knows are her true parents. Not even themselves.

Now here they are today, both parents are teaching both children on how to use a Lightsaber. Of course, for Eleven, the basics had to be taught to her, and for Mike is was a boring, but easy review.

As his parents went on about safety and whatnot, Mike let his mind wonder to the girl that has been staying with him for the last four months. Two more months and it will be six months-that's half a year! And eventually it will be a year. A year with her living with them. Two years since he's known of her. He still can't believe that the girl from the marketplace, the girl that somehow managed to gain Mike's attention for a year, is is living with him.

Not only that, but he totally fell for her. He was crushing on her way before she came to live with them, but now that they've gotten to know each other, he's head over heels in love.

Some would say he's too young to know what love is, or that it's just a crush that will fade away, but Mike knows better. He knows that what he feels for Eleven is real and pure. The only problem is that he's not sure how she feels. He also doesn't know how his parents will take it. This is his first crush/love after all. That's huge! However...she's also living with them. And knowing them, they're gonna be worried about raging horny hormones. Which, unlike most boys Mike's age, he's not interested in.

He actually thinks sex is really gross. Plus, he's only 14! That's way too young!

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But not too young for kisses. He and Eleven had just turned 15 when they had their first kiss. She's been there for almost a year now, and their birthday party had just ended a few hours ago. Everyone was there, including Mike's friends-who are Eleven's friends too.

It was awkward for Mike's friends at first too, especially since she's a girl, but just like how it was in the home, everyone got used to her with time. From what Mike has seen, everyone adores her now. Him the most.

Their kiss happened after the party when everyone had left. The hour was late, and as Kylo and Rey had retreated to their room for sleep, Mike and Eleven had done the same. The only difference is that sleep did not come to them. When they were both fed up with their tossing and turning, they each sought out to find the only.

Both were surprised to see the other in the hall.

"El," Mike had whispered in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I can't sleep, so I was going to see if you were awake or not." She had answered. "What about you? What are you doing?"

Mike blushed hard. "Actually... I was doing the exact same as you." He rubbed his neck nervously and looked away.

Eleven smiled. "Great minds think alike. Can you read my mind on where I want to go right now?"

Mike smirked. "Of course. It's the kitchen."

Eleven giggles. "Exactly. There's some cake left and I want some."

Minutes later, the two teenagers are stuffing their faces with more birthday cake.

"Next year," Eleven says, as she takes a bite, "I want a waffle cake."

"Next year I'll get you a bib as a present," Mike teased as he gestured to her shirt. There was frosting on it. When she giggled, Mike noticed she had some frosting on the side of her lip as well.

Without even thinking, he reached out and wiped it away. Eleven stiffens when he does this, her heart starting to pound. Mike's was too, especially when he decided to keep his hand on her cheek even after getting rid of the frosting. The frosting was gone, but that didn't mean he wanted his hand to be gone from her cheek, her skin, her warmth.

He's seen his dad cup his mother's face before, a loving gesture he would do before kissing her. And now, Mike desperately wants to do the same. He desperately wants to put his lips on hers, run his hand through her hair-which has gotten a bit longer and extra curly.

What he doesn't know is that Eleven wants to do the same.

"Mike..." She whispered, feeling nervous. "I need to tell you something." What she's about to say has been on her mind for months, and now is the best time she has to get it off of her chest.

"What is it?" He asked, not removing his hand.

"I want to say thank you," she went on. "You saved me, Mike. You gave me a place to stay, friends, parents...everything I thought I would never have. But..." She trailed off, suddenly wanting to chicken out on her confession.

"But what?" Mike asked, suddenly feeling scared. He removed his hand and Eleven hated how cold her cheek felt without it there.

"I see your parents as my parents too, which should make us see each other as siblings." The idea made them both sick. "But I don't see you as my brother, Mike."

Mike's eyes widened and he failed at not getting his hopes up. They were already up waaayyyy high. Could she possibly feel the same for him as he does for her? "You don't?"

Eleven shook her head. "No."

"I don't see you as my sister either." Mike confessed as his fingers entwined with hers. "I see you as...something more."

"A friend?" Eleven questioned, seriously, her naiveness getting the best of her.

Mike chuckles. "No. More than that."

Trying not to get her hopes up and also not to misinterpret anything, she said, "A best friend?"

"Yes, but more than that too."

Her heart skipped a beat when she finally realized what he meant. When she realized how he truly felt. She couldn't stop the grin that formed on her face as she leaned forward, her eyes not once leaving Mike's. "Then show me."

Mike says nothing as he stares at her with so much love. Love that many wouldn't believe a 15 year old could possess. And ever so slowly, he puts his hand back on her cheek, and gently closes the small gap between them until his lips met hers.

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The next day, it was obvious to their parents that they had done something, but Rey and Kylo had simply thought it was the missing cake that they had eaten the night before.

Eleven and Mike kept their relationship a secret for as long as they could after that. Trying their hardest not to be so obvious. They had been in secrecy for 6 months-half a year-until Rey finally noticed.

Well, Rey has noticed it for a long time, ever since she and Kylo decided to keep the girl, but she had always dismissed it as a temporary crush. She thought that Mike would eventually come to see Eleven as his sister, that his admiration with her was simply because she was something new and exciting-he always did complain that his life is boring.

Rey then thought that Mike's closeness with Eleven wasn't because he had a crush on her but because he's always wanted a sibling. Granted, he's always wanted a brother, but Eleven is as much of a boy as he is. She's a tomboy much like Rey.

But she was wrong. It's not a temporary crush, and he most certainly doesn't see Eleven as his sister. Eleven doesn't see him as her brother either. Rey knows it. She can see the love her son has for Eleven in his eyes, and she can see the love Eleven has for her son by her smile. It was something that was bright, but after their 15th birthday, it became blinding.

Which is why it was so hard for her to say this: "We can't officially adopt her, Kylo."

They had been talking about getting the papers and everything else needed to officially and legally have Eleven be part of their family. But if that were to happen, she would become Mike's sister in the eyes of the law. And in the eyes of the law, they would have to stop loving each other romantically. They're already being secretive about it. What's to stop them from not being in secret if her adoption were to be a success?

Kylo, who was tinkering with his Lightsaber, snapped his head up to look at his wife. "What do you mean, love?"

Rey sighs. "I mean we can't adopt Eleven."

"Why not?" Kylo asked as he set his weapon aside and gave his wife his full attention.

"Because it would break Mike's heart." Rey answered. "I'm sure Eleven would love to have us legally adopt her, but once she finds out that her relationship with Mike has to come to an end, I doubt she'll be excited."

Kylo's eyes widened. "Relationship? With Mike?"

Kylo has thought countless time about boys wanting to date Eleven, the girl who he considers to be his daughter. Every father thinks about their precious girls dating unworthy boys. He just didn't think a boy wanting to date his daughter would be his own son. Is he going to have to give him the "if you break her heart, I'll break you" talk? Surely Mike sees Eleven as his sister, right? That this is all a joke?

There's nothing wrong with it, they're not really related, so it's technically okay. (So they think). But it's weird since she's living with them. She has been living with them for so long he and Rey see her as their daughter-hell he feels like she really truly is, like she's been with them her whole life, like she's really Elane, or at least who he thinks Elane would've been. Of course, he knows it's not possible, but a father with a missing child can dream. He figured Mike would see her as a sister like they see her as a daughter. He never the thought their closeness, which he noticed long ago, would blossom into romance. He thought it was because they were bonded as siblings.

"Yes," Rey nods. "I'm not sure if they're actually together, but I don't want to break their trust by peeping in their minds to find out. It's just...it's so obvious they like each other, Kylo. Just the other day I saw Mike hold her hand when they thought I was in the other room. We can't..." Rey sighs, sadly. "We can't adopt her. We can't be the obstacle that comes between their love."

"Love?" Kylo repeated, incredulous. He shook his head and chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far. It's just a crush."

Rey glared at him. "That's what we said about each other, and look where we are now. Do you seriously not see the way Mike looks at Eleven? He looks at her the way you look at me. That boy, our son, is helplessly in love. His first love, Kylo. I'm not going to ruin that for him."

"And what if they break up?" Kylo wondered out loud. "Things won't be the same if that were to happen. It'll be strange. Awkward!"

Rey laughs. "It'll be awkward anyway when they tell us they're dating. We just gotta go with it."

Kylo rubs his temples and sighs. "I don't know Rey. I finally feel like my life is complete. I don't want anything to change that."

Rey wraps her arms around Kylo's neck and gives him a chaste kiss. "Nothing will change. Not really. She'll still be our daughter at heart. We don't need a piece of paper to tell us otherwise. Besides, if she and Mike get married, she'll become our daughter in marriage."

Kylo chuckles as he buried his face in the crook of his wife's neck, hugging her tightly. "Isn't it a bit too early to be thinking about marriage? They're only 15."

"And in three years, they'll be old enough to get married," Rey countered. "If they are as in love with each other then just as they are now, then I don't doubt they'll wait a second longer to be unified."

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And Rey was right. It's been three years since her talk with Kylo, three years since Mike and Eleven finally came out to their parents about their feelings for each other-which they were surprised to see that their parents already knew about-and five years since Mike has known her. Now here they are, about to get married. Three months after he proposed to her on their 18th birthday.

It's a dream come true. A real fantasy into reality.

As Kylo walks Eleven down the aisle, he has to fight back his tears really hard. His son and daughter are getting married...to each other! Many think it's weird, but Kylo has grown used to it. He and pretty much everyone else keep telling themselves that they're not related, so it's okay.

If only they knew the truth.

As Kylo walks with Eleven, memories came flooding back to him. He remembers helping her control her Force powers, he remembers helping her wield a Lightsaber and teaching her every move there was to know. He remembers her saying "Definitely not a toy", which had him and his son laughing hard. He remembers her kicking Mike's ass in her first battle with him. He remembers the first time she called him dad by mistake. He remembers curling her short strands of hair when Rey couldn't. (When you have hair that is more luscious than your wife's, you tend to take better care of it and know a few hair techniques.) He's only known her for four years, but he remembers so much.

So does Rey. And they're both forever grateful for what they have.

The wedding proceeds and so do the years. When Mike and Eleven are 26 they're ready for children, but the Force dubbed them both to be sterile. Neither one can produce children, and while they were saddened at first, Eleven was eager to adopt. Just as Rey and Kylo, her parents, had done for her. A year later a daughter was given to them, and two years after that, a son.

Rey and Kylo got their daughter back without knowing it, and Mike found the love of his life that just so happened to be his long lost sister. They're the perfect little family that will never know the truth.

But as long as they're happy.

Perhaps it's for the best.