A/N: I present you something different. Something out there. Something controversial. Nevertheless, if you're interested, read
Kylo knows that he shouldn't be having feelings for his younger cousin let alone getting her knocked up when she was still in high school. Messed up? Yes. Sick? Yes. Demented? Of course. Call it what you want it was everything but abuse. Because he loves his girl, loves her more than life itself.
Everyone knows of her pregnancy now. She's three months in and she can no longer hide it underneath thick sweaters and baggy pants. But what they didn't know was who was the father.
"I'll help Rey raise the baby," he says to them - to their family and their friends.
But his words aren't enough for his parents or Uncle Luke. "We must find the coward who got her pregnant," Leia's voice is hard. "He should take responsibility in being part of his child's life. That's the least he can do."
His ears burned. He became frozen from the guilt that was consuming him as his parents and Uncle Luke continued on their conversation.
"I'm going to beat that fucker's ass for taking advantage of her," Han said through gritted teeth.
"I should have given her more talks about respecting her body - about having good judgement - about how boys say anything to get what they want," Leia frowned. She loved her niece, loved her as if Rey was her own daughter.
The sad part is this was the longest that his parents talked to one another in years. His parents were estranged since Kylo was fifteen. It's been ten years - ten years they separated.
"How do you think I feel?" Uncle Luke sighed. "All of this happened under my nose. I'm the principal at her school -I never saw her with any boy but I should have kept a better eye on her I gave her too much freedom."
"But Rey didn't get pregnant at your school. She got pregnant at the new school," Leia corrected. "She's not that far along. She's only three months pregnant."
"It's still my fault. I should have kept a better eye on her - visited her more."
Seeing them distressed made him feel worse. Like scum. They're yelling and blaming themselves unaware that the they were in the same room with man that got their sweet Rey pregnant. The evidence was all there in front of them but they were blind. Rey was getting bullied for being the principal's daughter and so Luke had to transfer her to another high school. He picked out a prestigious school for her, a private school for that matter but it wasn't local. It was in Kylo's city, fifteen miles away. Kylo agreed for Rey to live with him during the school year. To Kylo's offense, he never wanted Rey to live with him but his uncle begged - begged to have his precious daughter be under a trusted care.
"I'll help raise the baby," he says again, firmer this time. "I'll take care of the baby while she goes to school. I'll provide for the baby."
Leia weakly smiled. "You're such a good son," she says, touching his hair.
"Luke, what are you going to do now? She's going to get bullied at her new school too," Han acknowledged it to him.
Kylo's eyes widened from the realization.
"I'll transfer her to a school with more students that are in her... situation," Luke frowned. "After she gives birth, I'll transfer her to another school, preferably closer to me."
"But who will watch the baby?" Kylo asked. He took a step closer as his jaw twitched in panic. Luke's going to take his Rey away and his baby. "You have long hours - it's more reasonable to have her stay closer with me," Kylo explained. "After she gives birth, transfer her to another school in my city. My hours are flexible -
"But you were the one that failed to keep an eye on her," Luke's voice was cold.
After the heated family meeting, he goes home.
Rey was still at her model united nations meeting and wouldn't be home until nine something. He makes dinner for her when she comes back. Tonight her friend Rose was going to drop off and so Kylo wants a nice hot meal waiting for her when she gets back. He makes roasted vegetables and grilled chicken and even finishes washing every dish he had used to prepare the meal.
He waits for her but he knows he wouldn't be eating much. He was still shaken from the family meeting - that there's a strong possibility that Rey will be transferred into another school once she gave birth. She's not eighteen. She's sixteen going on seventeen but she's not eighteen. She doesn't have a say in any of this. She was still a minor.
Kylo cursed out loud. He grabbed several thick hard cover books and tore them apart, binding and all. He screams out of anger in himself and his Uncle and the situation. He screams at the mess he had put her in - at the pain he had put for his unborn child. He threw the dismembered books at the walls one by one and then anything else he could grab.
He screamed until he was red and began to punch the walls.
"You're a selfish coward," he screams at himself.
But no was there to say otherwise.
Because he is. He got his cousin pregnant. He failed to be careful with her. There are so many contraceptives available - he failed her and he failed his Uncle.
The frenzy continues for a while until he calms himself down.
He goes outside for a cigarette to settle his nerves.
The cigarette burns out so fast now. He reaches and lights up another. And then another.
"You shouldn't smoke," Rey says gently. Her words aren't a suggestion, they were an order.
Kylo shrugged and reached to light up another cigarette. "You shouldn't be around me," he countered. "Our baby shouldn't be around smoke." That was the last thing their baby needed. There's already a possibility that their baby could be born with a health defect. The last thing their baby needed was another one.
Rey's eyebrows furrowed. She doesn't like the way he says it, as if that she shouldn't be around him at all. She snatches up the cigarette and takes it out on the ashtray. She places her fingers against his cheeks, "Look at me," she says firmly.
He shakes his head. "No."
"I don't regret this," she tells him still. Vocally.
He looks up at her. His gaze is soft and doe eyed, like a puppy.
"I don't," she breathed. She took deep breaths as she placed her nose against his. She remained still, letting him hear her heartbeat.
His fingers latch on to her, one on her waist and the other on her belly. "I don't either."
A/N: tbh I'm still worried about how readers will react to this even though I posted this on another site and was perceived well.