"Give him to me."

His voice was demanding, yet it quivered just slightly. There was the tiniest hint of desperation.

A voice that was all too familiar to Emelia, who had once loved the man that it belonged to. The man that she had grown up with all of her life, one whom she had spent her childhood with. Turning to face him, she stood her ground and made her voice clear and menacing.

"You will not take my son. You cannot have him. I will not allow you to turn him into a monster, like you."

Her tone was even, her piercing stare unwavering. Behind her was a young boy, shaking from head to toe. He had poked his head out from behind her back to look at the man that was making this ridiculous demand. After catching a glimpse of the black mask and robes, he let out a whimper and moved back behind his mother, burying his face in the cool fabric of her silk dress.

"Do not be afraid, Jax," the dark figure spoke, getting down on one knee to be at eye-level with the young boy. "I do not think we've been properly introduced."

The man moved his hands to both sides of his head, as Jax trembled behind his mother, but once again poked his small head out to see what was happening. The man pushed a button on both sides of his helmet, and with a faint click and hiss, he was removing it. She was afraid to see the face that she had once fallen in love with, but Jax was looking on in awe.

"My name is Kylo Ren, and I am your uncle, Jax."

Emelia woke with a start, her whole body trembling from the nightmare. This had not been the first time she had been visited by this dream, and she doubted it would be the last. It frightened her more than she would ever let on, but she knew that she shouldn't be so afraid of a silly dream. Stifling a yawn, she swung her legs off the edge of the bed gently, so as not to wake the man sleeping next to her.

She squinted in the dark as she tiptoed down the hallway, headed straight for her son's room. After these dreams, she had an overwhelming maternal need to make sure he was okay. Though she knew that she would always find him just as she had left him, it comforted her to see his sleeping form. She opened the door just enough to catch sight of her 8-year-old son, sprawled out on his bed and snoring softly. Smiling at the sight, she closed the door most of the way, leaving it open just a crack, as she turned on her heel, back down the hallway.

Emelia slid back into bed beside the man that she loved, breathing a sigh of relief that the two most important people in her life were just fine. She snuggled up to the side of her partner, as he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her waist. His steady breath on her neck was enough to lull her into a dreamless sleep.

"Wake up, sweetheart."

Emelia felt that she was being nudged awake, and groaned just a little. She had gotten very little sleep the night before, and the recurring nightmare was popping up very frequently now. As much as she tried to remind herself that it was just a dream, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her that it wasn't. Perhaps she would consult the General on this one.

Before she could open her eyes, she felt a trail of kisses lead from her forehead down to her neck. She giggled, as she cracked one eye open to see the smiling face of her husband. "I knew you couldn't resist that," he smirked, as she grabbed one of their pillows and wacked him playfully with it. He howled in fake pain, as she grinned and rolled her eyes before getting out of bed.

Barely making it two feet away from their bed, Emelia felt two arms snake around her waist, as his chin rested on her shoulder. She breathed deeply, as he kissed her cheek. This was always the worst part about him leaving. She knew that there was a chance that he was not going to return, though he always had before. It was very difficult for her to let him go, but she knew that he was very important to the Resistance. She had to let him go, for the sake of the Galaxy.

"You know I won't be gone that long, and this is the most important mission yet. We are so close, Em. I can feel it."

He spoke softly, but she could hear the growing excitement in his voice. He really loved the job that he did, and he was good at it. She just couldn't help but worry about his safety, as the First Order was gaining more and more momentum. She shuddered at the thought of that, but quickly pushed it from her mind. The Resistance was strong, and it had the aid of the Republic. The First Order did not stand a chance, and she would stick to that belief.

"I'm going to fix breakfast. Would you mind waking Jax? You know how he likes to see you off."

She tried to keep her tone as even as possible, but her lip quivered a little as she spoke the last few words. Before he could say anything, she had hurried from the room, making a beeline for the kitchen. At least if she was doing something she would not have to think about her husband leaving.

Just as she was setting the plates out for breakfast, Emelia heard the all-too-familiar giggle of her son as he came bounding down the stairs. Her husband was not far behind him, obviously chasing him down to breakfast. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight, as she watched the two people she loved most in the world sit down at the table, loading their plates with toast and fruit, and a spooning hot porridge into their bowls.

"I beat you down to the table, father!" Jax stated smugly, shoving a large spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

He was a competitive little boy, who absolutely loved winning. He was not to keen on losing, which is usually when his temper flared up the most. That was when she was most worried about her son. His temper was very much like his uncle's, which wasn't something that she liked to remember about Ben. When he got angry, he destroyed almost everything in his way. Emelia couldn't tell you how many times she had to pick up shards of glass from glasses that he had smashed, or how he broke his bedroom door right off its hinges during a particularly nasty tantrum. He was only eight, yet The Force was already so strong within him, as it was in his father.

Jax knew about very little about his heritage and family aside from the basics. He knew that his mother had been young when she had him, only 18, but his mother and father were madly in love and welcomed the new baby with open arms. He knew that his grandmother was General Organa, or Grammy to him, and he loved spending time with her. She always took him around the base with her, explaining missions and the Resistance. She had a way of explaining the Galaxy feud in a way that he could understand. He also knew that his grandfather was Han Solo, but he had only met him a handful of times throughout his childhood. And he knew that his mother had a brother, a year older than she was, who had left. She did not speak of her brother, or the circumstances by which he left, but Jax knew that something bad had happened between them. He could just sense it.

"Go get ready, Jax. We have to see your father off in a few minutes." Emelia commanded, after she was sure he had finished all of his breakfast. Jax bounded up the stairs once more, headed to his room to change into a simple shirt and pants.

Grabbing the plates and dishes off of the table, Emelia began to wash them when she sensed her husband lean against the wall to the left of her. He loved watching her, no matter what she was doing. He watched her wash the dishes, fold the laundry, read a book, you name it. He enjoyed seeing the way that her tongue poked between her teeth just slightly when she was concentrating, or how her facial expressions were constantly changing when she sat down with a good book. Sometimes he would interrupt her just to express how much he enjoyed watching her, which made her blush and roll her eyes, though he knew that she secretly loved when he would tell her these things.

"I promise I will only be gone for a week, tops. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone!"

His words didn't seem to phase her, as she continued scrubbing the dishes in silence. He pushed himself off of the wall lightly, taking a step toward her. It seemed to go unnoticed, until he wrapped his arms around her once more, resting them on her stomach this time. There was the smallest of bumps growing beneath her simple blue dress. Her eyes welled up with tears, as she tried to blink them back. She felt foolish for being so upset at him leaving, but it would be much more difficult raising two children if he did not return. Again, she tried to push those thoughts from her mind, as she had nothing to worry about as of yet.

She was just about to upon her mouth and say something when Jax came skidding to a halt in the kitchen, knocking one hip into the table. He groaned a little and rubbed the bruised bone. He was always in such a hurry that he often bumped into the furniture. He had so many bumps and bruises on his body that she couldn't even count, but they did not seem to bother him in the least.

"Let's go, let's go!" Jax exclaimed, tugging on both of their hands until they finally followed him out the door.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" Emelia whispered, her face buried in his chest. She allowed the tears to fall from her eyes as she cried into his shirt, taking in his scent as she did so. He embraced her warmly, resting his head on top of hers. Many others looked at them awkwardly, but neither one of them truly cared. Let them stare.

Once they had said their goodbyes, Jax jumped into his father's arms, even though he was getting to be a little too old to be doing things of the sort. She could see Jax was excited for his father, but also a little scared of what was to come. He would never admit to it, but Jax was always a little nervous when his father would go away on these missions.

"I'm going to miss you buddy. Be good for your mother, and your grandmother. Promise?"

He and Jax embraced once more, each whispering promises to each other, as they always did before he left. It was their own secret tradition, one which they would not share with Emelia. She was fine with that, because it was something they could bond over. She smiled as he walked over to her once more, once he was finished speaking with Jax.

"I love you Em," he stated, hugging her close to him again. He could hear General Organa clear her throat, a clear sign that it was time for him to leave. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips before letting her go, heading toward the ship that he would be taking.

"Be careful!" Emelia called after him, as she saw him turn around before boarding the craft. He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I love you, Poe Dameron!"

That was the last thing that she said before he boarded the ship, BB-8 in tow. Little did she know that their lives would soon be changed forever.