She flopped onto the bed with a large sigh. Rolling over onto her back, she laced her fingers over her stomach and sighed.

Pregnant.

How could she be? They had been so careful. Well, they had tried to be. But Rey had forgotten to get her shot on time a month or two ago, and neither of them liked it when Ren wore a condom. It felt foreign inside her, and perhaps they had just been in too much of a hurry…

Either way, she was pregnant now. The doctor had confirmed it this morning. After feeling awfully tired and hungry the last few weeks, Rey had just assumed she had a touch of the flu. But when she had began puking into wastebins at her work in the hangar, she had known. So without a word to Ren, she skipped work that morning to visit the medic to confirm what she really already knew.

"Congrats," the medic had said. "You're about two months pregnant."

Rey had nodded, her breath swept away. She had known, but still she couldn't believe it. Pregnant. With a baby.

"How do you feel?"

Rey looked up, eyes a bit wild.

"Uh…I don't know," she confessed.

The medic tilted her head at her. "I mean, are you experiencing any morning sickness, pain, bleeding, soreness…?"

"Oh," Rey said, blushing. She hadn't realized. "Sorry. Just tired a lot, some morning sickness."

But now she kept going back to that question. How did she feel about it?

She was a little scared, confused, excited. And nauseous. The whole thing made her nauseous.

She grabbed her comm and rolled over on the bunk to her side. "Finn, come in."

Finn, who worked correspondence, buzzed back. "Rey?"

"Yeah, who else?"

"What's going on?"

She sighed. "Can you tell work I'm not coming back in? I'm…gonna take the day off."

"What's wrong, Pea?" Finn sounded concerned.

She hesitated. "I'm pregnant."

There was silence on his side, then a loud whoop. "No way! Does Ren know?"

Rey worried her lip between her teeth and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Not yet. So no word to anyone, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." He paused. "Are you…ok? You're happy, right?"

She sighed. "I dunno. I really don't. It's kind of a shock."

"You'll work through it," Finn said. "But you should really tell Ren."

"Yeah," she replied. She knew. "I will."

She signed off and curled up on the bunk she and Ren shared every night. On the small shelf next to the bed, there laid a smooth white stone Ren had given to her the first time they went to an ocean together. She touched it, smoothing her fingers over its surface.

With it in her hand, she fell asleep.

"Rey, Rey? What's wrong with you?"

Rey awoke to her shoulder being shaked. The long, pale face above her framed by black curls was familiar.

"Ren," she groaned. "Quit."

"Rey, why aren't you at work? Are you sick?"

Rey sat up a bit groggily. Oh man, she felt like she had gone into another world while she had slept.

"I'm fine, I'm not ill."

Ren sat down next to her, relief etched into the lines by his eyes. "Then why aren't you at work?"

"Why do you know that I'm not at work?"

Ren raised a dark brow. "Finn told me."

Damn Finn.

"Can't a girl take a day off without the press bein' called?" She mumbled, but Ren gave her such an adorably puzzled look that Rey sighed and reached out awkwardly and took his hand.

"I've got something to tell you," she said quietly. "So just listen, alright?"

He nodded, dark eyes worried and direct.

"I went to the medic, and she told me I'm pregnant," Rey said, looking down. She didn't want to see his eyes. He was silent, and she felt the lump in her throat grow. He withdrew his hands and stood, walking to the window. She felt a tear slip down her cheek and she rubbed it away with the heel of her hand.

She hadn't realized it till now, but she was afraid. She was afraid of what Ren would think. And Leia, and Luke, and Chewie. She was young, and they lived in a hidden barrack beneath the surface of an outer rim planet. It wasn't exactly an ideal situation.

The silence grew into an ugly thing, and just before Rey couldn't stand it any longer, she heard Ren ask: "What will we name it?"

Rey looked up and over her shoulder at him, struck speechless. He turned to her, eyes crinkled up, smile covering his entire face. "What about Anakin, for a boy?"

Rey let out a choked sound, stood, and then ran into Ren's arms. She gave a great sob and clutched onto his dark robes.

"No, we are never naming any child Anakin," she cried, laughing. Ren's arms came around her and he felt him kiss the top of her head.

"Don't cry," he said gruffly. "Come on, love."

"Ren!" She said, burying her head into his chest. "You aren't…upset?"

"No, gods no." He forced her back from him so he could look at her straightly. She blinked at him, embarrassed by her own tears.

"A child, our child. A family of our very own."

Rey threw her arms around his neck and kissed him once, twice. A warmth grew in her chest. A family. Her, Ren, a child. A real family, not one Rey imagined or stole.

Ren kissed her cheeks and lips and forehead tenderly. "Gods, love. We are having a child."

She nodded, sitting back down on the bed. She ran a hand over her arm and looked up, catching a strange look in Ren's eyes.

"What is it?" She asked. He gave her another smile.

"Is it strange that I want to make love to you?" He asked. She laughed.

"Yes," she admonished. "You've already done enough of that, clearly."

He leaned forward, caging her between his arms. "Enough? So no more?"

She held back a smile. "Maybe a bit more."

He grabbed onto her, picking her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Within minutes he had her work suit off and thrust her against the window.

"Ren, people will see—" Rey protested as he unsheathed his large, red cock from his pants.

"I don't care," he said flatly. Rey's bare ass pressed firmly against the window pane as he slid into her with a surprising amount of gentleness.

"Ren-!" She moaned. He thrust back and forth, his hands supporting her.

"You and I made a child," he murmured. "You will grow round with my child."

"Yes," she said. "Yes!"

She was so slick that he slipped out, cursing while she laughed at his clumsiness.

"We'll need an apartment," she breathed as he slipped back in. "With two rooms."

"No," he groaned. "Not good enough."

His cock drove up, high up into her. It felt so good, hitting the soft, hidden spot inside of her. She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and connecting their lips.

"A house," Ren said. "Only a house is good enough for my family."

"Oh gods," Rey replied, imagining it. A home, a family. It brought tears to her eyes.

"Not going to last," Ren warned her, and she nodded.

His strokes went harder, faster.

"Stay with me," Ren said suddenly. "Promise you'll always stay with me."

Rey laced her fingers into his hair and pulled his forehead to hers, their noses almost touching.

"Of course, Ren," she whispered. "Of course."

Their eyes locked and Rey felt something bloom inside her, making her entire body come alive. She was tingling with warmth and love…and power. She had never felt more powerful than that moment, with Ren and her child inside her, loving her. With her promising her heart to him.

"And I will never leave you," Ren sighed. With one simple, small kiss, he began thrusting again and again and again.

She smiled. She already knew that.