Chapter 1 – As the bump grows, so does the problem

If birds could tweet, in such a place as The First Order base, a beautiful morning chorus would have filled the room. As the sun rose, Trump stirred in the grand bed - its black sheets like rolling plains covering two and a half shapes. Snoke had ordered for his room to be moved so it was facing the sunrise. The large window not only reminded Trump of his previous home but it also made his orange skin sparkle and shine an even deeper orange, just how Snoke liked it. Trump groaned and tenderly stroked his lover's back.

"How are you feeling today?" Trump moved so he was leaning on his arms. Snoke twisted round slowly to face Trump.

"Much better now I can see you." His teeth were decaying, like his body, but Trump didn't care. If anything, it only made him love him more.

Donald moved down to Snoke's grey, bulging belly.

"And how are you doing today?" he pressed his nose right up to the bump, waiting for a response. At that moment, Trump sighed as he felt a soft push from the force. It had started doing that ever since Snoke had reached six months. Now that the baby is almost due, it's almost as if their child is actively participating in all their conversations.

"We should get up, the war is still raging and we have Resistance members to kill," Snoke chuckled softly and placed his hand over his bump protectively.

"The war can wait five more minutes," Trump replied whilst turning over and snuggling back into the sheets. Snoke shook his head and heaved himself up out of bed. Struggling to walk, he moved over to his closet and pulled out another thick, black robe. If he stood in a particular way, his bump was barely visible but now, as the days flew by; his bump became more prominent and harder to hide.

He slipped on the robe whilst studying his figure in the mirror. The thin line that made up his mouth slanted downwards as he huffed.

"I look fat… Old and fat," Snoke whined, pulling at his face trying to make the wrinkles disappear.

"Don't say that, it's just the hormones," Trump called back as he also heaved himself out of bed to get dressed. His response did little for Snoke's self-confidence and he continued to poke at his grey features.

"People have started calling me Supreme Leader Wrinkly y'know? I heard them in the corridors," Snoke kept whining causing Trump to come over and wrap his thick arms around Snoke's belly. Although Snoke towered over Trump, he still felt protected as Trump cuddled him.

"Supreme Leader Snoke," Trump rolled the words off his tongue, "More like Supreme Leader Sexy."

The couple laughed and Snoke turned round to kiss his partner.

"I like that," Snoke answered as their lips joined together. Their serenity continued for a few precious minutes until Snoke pulled away as if startled. "The meeting, we're late!" Snoke began to get flustered as he fumbled around with the ties on his robe.

"The meeting!" Trump gasped also and he threw on his clothes at a rapid pace.

"We can still make it if we're quick," Snoke muttered. Grabbing Trump's arm, he pulled him out of the room and marched down the corridors. If there was one thing he hated more than the resistance, it was being late to parenting club.

The flustered couple burst their way through the door into the secluded room causing everyone inside to flinch. The walls were dark, like everything else in the base but they had a few posters decorating the walls on parenting and childbirth. There was a Twi'lek female standing, talking at the head of the group. Sat on the floor was Rey, a maskless Kylo, another woman and a man Trump had recently met named Hux. He was told that he was a general quite high up in The First Order but Trump hadn't had a chance to get to know him yet.

Rey waved at them from across the floor holding onto her own bump. Kylo and she had known of their child shortly after Snoke and Trump's shock. Along with Hux and his lover (they had found out just after them). Snoke didn't mind the sudden baby boom though, it meant that their child would have some playmates.

"Please continue," Snoke waved at the Twi'lek girl and she continued her speech on the correct way to hold a baby. Both Snoke and Trump settled down on a mat next to Rey and Kylo. Rey shared a friendly smile while Kylo gave them a stern gaze. He looked interested but didn't seem to share Rey's obvious excitement at the whole thing.

After the talk, the instructor went out to grab a drink leaving the group to converse as usual.

"How are you feeling Snoke?" Rey asked with her hand on her own abdomen.

"The back pain is still there but it doesn't hurt too much now," Snoke explained while Trump gazed at him longingly. There was something about the way Snoke was positioned with his bump that filled him with joy.

"Have you thought about names yet?" Kylo queried, "Rey and I have come up with Kaynen, if it's a boy." Kylo seemed proud; perhaps he had come up with that name himself?

"Not yet," Snoke sighed and glanced over to Trump, "I was meaning to ask you Trump, I think it would be good if our child had one of your Earth names… Do you have any ideas?"

Trump paused for a moment – deep in thought. Memories of his previous home danced through his head. He'd been at the base for so long, he'd almost forgotten his original home.

"What about America?" Trump beamed, "It's a fine place." He chuckled as a wave of nostalgia flew over him.

"America? Isn't that where you lived… What about something else?" Snoke asked again and Trump felt slightly ashamed that Snoke didn't share Trump's passion for his home country.

"Actually, I was thinking last night and I came up with," Trump stopped and his eyes narrowed at Snoke, "Princess-president."

Trump's moment was interrupted by a loud laugh from Kylo.

"Princess-president," he laughed to himself and Rey shot him a look, "That's a stupid name." Snoke scowled at him, looking as though he was about to do something regrettable. Rey sensed what was coming and thought it was time to calm the atmosphere.

"I think we all need to calm down, a negative environment is bad for the baby," she held onto Kylo's arm as he stopped his laughter. A heavy breath came from Snoke as he focused on his bump. Just then, Snoke's eyes lit up and he smiled at Trump.

"What about Liberty? Y'know, like that statue you were telling me about, the one who represents freedom," he spoke quickly. Trump could tell that Snoke was fond of the name.

"That's a cute name," Rey beamed.

"Liberty," Trump breathed, "I like it."

"The baby shall be called Liberty," Snoke announced to the group causing Hux and his partner to stop their conversation and look at Snoke who was grinning proudly.

The rest of the club continued as normal with Snoke leaning on Trump's shoulder from time to time. After the meeting was over, Snoke and Trump proceeded to the main control room. A general had alerted Snoke on his comlink, telling him there was a call coming in from the enemy. Snoke was eager to answer.

They arrived at the bustling control room promptly after being called there. Workers were scattered around the room working at various stations. A large holo screen at the front was glowing as a general beckoned the couple over.

"It's The Resistance Sir," he gestured to the screen.

"Answer it," Snoke commanded as Trump stood to his side.

The screen flickered for a moment before an image of General Organa flashed onto the screen. She was surrounded by other officials and looking particularly stern.

"Snoke," she hissed at him while Snoke glared back.

"Leia," he replied, just as hostile.

"Where's my son?" she spoke with beady eyes and Snoke gave her a sickening smile.

"He's where he needs to be," He spat back at her.

"He needs to be with me. You've hidden him from me for long enough just let me talk to him," She was almost begging. Snoke held up an arm at Leia causing his robe to slide off him slightly. He was about to throw back a snarky response but stopped as he noticed her eyes widen.

"You're pregnant?" she stammered causing Snoke to flush red. He grasped at his robe and pulled it across him quickly.

"I am not!" He called back like a child not daring to meet her eyes.

"But that's impossible, you're… Where's my son? What did you do to him?" her voice rose to a shout. Trump was struggling to make sense of the conversation. He didn't usually have to work his brain this hard but luckily he managed to put two and two together. Leia thought that Snoke was pregnant with Kylo's baby!

"Turn off the call!" Snoke yelled to the general causing him to flinch. He fumbled with the keys and the video of Leia disappeared. The other officers in the room started gossiping amongst themselves. The news of Snoke's pregnancy would probably spread like wildfire.

Trump held onto Snoke's side.

"We should head back to our room, stress is not good for the baby," Trump said in a nurturing tone. Snoke nodded his head slowly and he hid his face as they walked out of the room. He had gone completely pink and was about to say something until he just stopped. He grasped onto his belly and cried out.

"I think Liberty is coming," Snoke cried as he began to pant. Trump gasped and flailed his arms.

"We need to get you to the medbay… now!"