Tidying up seems far beneath Hux but it is a distraction. Ren has not made a sound. The child goes between whimpering and crying but Ren says nothing to give comfort. Whenever Hux looks over he is staring in disbelief and rocking her gently. Clearly, the man has no plan. There is no cot and no clothing or supplies and well this is the man who tried to birth his own child with a sharpened kitchen knife.
Hux is going to have to step up. "You're going to need to decide what to do with her."
For a split second Ren meets his gaze and then it is back on the child. "I didn't think she would survive the birth. I didn't think she would survive inside me at all."
"You went to Jakku pregnant with her didn't you? You fought the scavenger with her. I never noticed you...well..."
"I was hardly huge and I wore thick robes." Ren mutters, pulling the towel tighter around the child as if he expects Hux to step forward and snatch her.
"Snoke-"
"Can never know. Does not know."
"Then we need a plan."
"We?"
"I just cut you open and birthed your child, Ren, so yes we. We are in this together." It has nothing to do with the soft sounds the child is making or how young Ren suddenly looks. Nope. There is certainly no emotional attachment. Fuck that too. "Who is the ...other...parent?"
How does this even work?
Ren shifts on the bed and then places the child on the mattress next to him. "It can only be the scavenger. This is a powerful event in the force and she is the only force sensitive I have been near in a year. I...failed the Supreme Leader. I was not granted an audience."
Well this just gets better. Hux turns on his heel and scowls, clenches his fists, feels his shoulders rise. "The resistance then."
"What?"
Hux turns on his heel, utterly defeated. "Where else is there to go, Ren? You've birthed the scavenger's child and I helped. He will kill us all for it. Kill her. We can't..I mean can you even feed her?"
He stares pointedly at Ren's very flat pecs. Below them his stomach bowls out in a stretched mess where he is recovering from having the girl within him but clearly he has no way to physically feed her.
"You need to reach out for your mother and then we need to get off this ship." Hux states with more confidence than he feels because he is throwing his life away. "I'll start packing."
Before Ren can answer Hux is wrenching open cupboards and throwing articles of clothing on the bed. Ren wants to argue but he can't. Hux is right. Staying is a death sentence for them all. Leaving might give a life to his daughter. The baby is too small and it doesn't cry enough. She should demand food. She only asks for warmth.
He reaches for Leia.