A/n: super belated epilogue sorry. But I hope you guys enjoy. And yes there was a Taylor Swift reference previous chapter.

There was a knock on her door. Rey held her baby closer to her before tending to it. "Finn?" she blinked. He was standing there, heaving and out of breath. It looked like he ran the whole galaxy to see her. "What's wrong?"

"Kylo returned this morning."

Her heart skipped a beat. She sucked in some air and tried to remain calm. "Was he captured -

"No! It's the strangest thing, he just came back. He turned himself in."

Her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't say anything. She was stunned for last felt like he was gone forever.

"You have to come with me. General Leia wants to speak with you. Something's not adding up. He escaped but he decided to come back. He's planning something, Rey."

She nodded until she looked down at her baby. "How about my baby? I don't have anyone to watch him today. Do I bring him with me or -

Finn scratched his head. "Uh. I didn't think this through...um we'll bring him. We'll have some guard or diplomat watch him or something."

"What are they going to do with him?"

"Nothing they'll take very good care of him Rey -

"I'm not talking about the baby."

Finn winced and frowned at her feebly. "I don't know. As of right now, they're investigating him."

Rey wanted to go inside his cell but she wasn't permitted to. General Leia was speaking with her son and all the guards and Finn, Poe, and her had to stay outside. The cell had a one way screen, they were able to look through. Leia was interrogating her son and because of this they were able to hear the conversation. The guard raised the volume for all to hear outside of the cell.

On other days, Kylo was given certain hours of privacy, hours where the cell was covered and muted but not right now. He was interrogated, he wasn't given any form of freedom.

"I want to see my son," Kylo said, interrupting his mother from all the false formalities. He was sitting on the ground, his hair disheveled and his eyes worn from the long night he had shared with Rey. There is a sternness in his tone and also, wariness.

General Leia remained expressionless. She examined him and searched for his intentions but she found nothing but a worn out man that desperately wanted to see his child. She knows that look and knows that tone, it was the one that Han gave her whenever he came back and yearned to see his child. "Very well," she said. She turned and faced the screen, gesturing for someone to bring her grandson in.

Poe stood up taller and frowned. He turned to Rey and placed a hand over her. "Should you really bring Ben inside?" he asked.

"It's General's orders," Rey said firmly. For once in her life, she didn't feel skeptical. The old her, her before the war ended would have been defensive but things are different now. Kylo was the father of her child and beyond her control, he had gained her trust from it. Her heart was beating warmly from the sound of Kylo's voice. I want to see my son, those words were sweet on her skin, poetry almost. For a majority of her baby's existence, Kylo seemed to push him away but now he wanted his son.

A guard intervened. "I'll bring him inside," the guard said gently, with open hands.

Rey bit her lip. She wanted to see him but she knew that they weren't going to let her. She nodded and handed her child to the guard.

She pressed herself to the cell, to the screen and watched intently as the child was brought to Kylo. This was the first time she wasn't in the same room when Kylo was with their baby. She feels terrified but then she sees his eyes light up to the presence of the child - gentle hands taking her child into his arms. He was stiff with holding the child, frightened at the small bundle of life but then, she sees a small smile develop on his face.

She marveled at the sight of this giant powerful man melt from the small life.

Leia observed Kylo and stared at the smile on his face. Bonding, her son was bonding with his child. "Benji looks exactly like you," she comments lightly. It was like witnessing a ghost, her estranged husband's ghost holding their child for the first time.

"Benji?" he blinked at the nickname. "I like it."

Leia nodded. "I needed some way to let others know which Ben I was talking about."

Kylo rocked Benji back and forth, his hand stroking the tuffs of hair. "I'm not a threat if that's what you're worried about." He doesn't even turn to general direction of his mother. "I left but I came back."

"Why did you come back?" she frowned. She hovered close to them in awe and fascination but there was pain in her. She felt pain for her child and her grandchild and the life that was given to them. Her grandchild will grow up with a father in a cell and her son will never experience what it was like to be a full time parent.

Kylo turned to his mother. "Does it matter?"

"Yes. First with that our cells aren't full proof and that you might be plotting something for all I know."

He rolled his eyes but then he softened once more at Benji. Benji was still asleep but was tossing in his hold. "This child came from unfavorable circumstances, he deserves more."

Rey couldn't help but to smile.

"If I would have known what events would come I would never climb through the room of the scavenger girl." There is a smirk on his face but it calms Rey for she knows he was only taunting her. Teasing.

"Don't tell me about your private affairs," Leia scrunched up her nose in disgust at the mental image.

"I'm not a threat to the Resistance," he stated then. "There is nothing I can do. There's no will or desire in me to do anything else but be here for what is mine."

"What is yours?"

Rey held her breath, her fingers pressing along the one way screen.

"My son and the girl standing outside of my cell."

Rey shut her eyes to sense his presence clinging on to hers. She remembers the first encounter she had with him, how afraid she was. She was certain this man was a monster who knew nothing else but coldness. She forgets that he is a man sometimes, a man that knows how to speak to her heart.

Leia nodded. "I knew this place was too easy for you. You're ust like your father," she sighed. "Whatever place he's locked up at, he always manages to escape. The thing that bothers me is that why didn't you escape sooner. Not that I'm saying you should but I'm saying why did you wait?"

Kylo frowned and swallowed hard. "She is my prison. She is my cell. She is my sentence. No physical thing can overpower that, not even the confinements of this room. No strength in me can break the power she has over me."

Her heart skipped frantically. He senses her she knew for he was staring at the wall.

"I'll stay here for an eternity and comply to every command General as long as if you let me have more time with her."

"I will have to look through your request along with the council. I cannot make any promises," General Leia said sternly.

"I understand. Thank you, General."

Rey remembers clearly on the second night he came through her window. It was the night after he first slept with her. She was in her bed, nowhere fast asleep. She was wide awake, still from what had happened the night before.

She hears him come through, she should get up and fight but she doesn't. She doesn't want to show any weakness he had made her feel. Instead, she remains still, quieter than ever. She hears the sound of his heavy foot steps, the swishing of his cape.

She shuts her eyes in horror of the man that had her way with her. Consensual as it may be, she was sick of herself and horrified that she let him be inside of her. He did things to her that no one had ever done. She wished she never wanted it. She wished he took over so she can feel hatred towards him and not herself. "Have you returned to claim your prize?" she mocked.

"You're hardly a gift," he responds without a second thought. He stood there by her bed and gazed at her through that mask of his. "Are you in pain?" he asks then.

Rey raised her eyebrow in confusion. Was he worried about her? Was he here to check up on her? "Are you concerned about my well being?" she combatted then.

"No."

She sat up then. "Then why are you here?" she asks, glaring at him. "Are you here to taunt me because I showed a period of weakness to you, my enemy? That I granted you the permission to touch me?"

"You were bleeding a lot last night. I want to see if the bleeding had stopped."

Her face went red then from memory of him pulling out and placing a warm cloth to stop the bleeding. It was almost kind. Almost. "That is none of your concern," she responded. But he comes closer to her, makes a place for himself on her bed, on the bed that was once his on Master Skywalker's island. His hand crept along her thigh, pulling at her pants. "What are you doing?" she screamed but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"I need to see for myself," he ordered. "I don't trust you."

"Why do care if I'm bleeding?" she snapped back. Don't. She wanted to say. Don't say anything else.

"I don't want you to get an infection. Knowing how closed off you are, you probably didn't go to a doctor to get yourself checked up from last night."

"I stopped bleeding - now get your hands off of me." She pushed him away but he refuses to move. "You shouldn't care anyways. Get away from me. We're not anything. We're enemies."

He pulls away at her pants and underwear. He props himself down and inspects her there. The bleeding had stopped, looked just the same as the night before except her folds were swollen and were slightly parted more. This was evidence that he was there, had made his way into her. "Did you wash yourself down there this morning?"

"Of course I did, I'm not as uncivilized as you think. And do you honestly believe that, that I'm the one who's closed off?" she laughed. "Come now."

He didn't say a word.

"Besides I just bled. It's natural. It wasn't like it came from a gnash or cut anything."

"Not to the extent that you were bleeding. I had to use two cloths for the bleeding to stop. It looked like I slashed your vessels open."

Rey shrugged. "You already know I'm not the most healthy anyways." Growing up she struggled to get meals. Rey didn't even get her period until last year, when she was seventeen since she didn't have enough fat to begin with. Hell, she just started getting a normal cycle a few months ago. She isn't surprise about what happened the night before. "Besides, you shouldn't care. You shouldn't even be here."

"I can do whatever I want," his voice is hard.

"And what do you want?" she countered, raising her eyebrow as she gritted her teeth.

He unlatches himself from his mask then, revealing that shiny scar to her. His eyelids are heavy, his eyelashes casting a shadow along his cheekbones. Without words, he tossed his mask and gloves aside. Fingers latched around her loose hair, he positioned himself in between her legs once more.

She was frozen but she lets him.

"Has anyone ever touched you before?"

"No," she says, watching his lips curve into a satisfied smirk. It doesn't bother her, not at all. For deep inside, as much as she hated to admit herself, she liked that smile of his. That possessive, cunning smile. "Apparently I only let monsters touch me."

Rey lets herself into the cage, enters as if it was a beginning of a dance. Slow, light, and step by step. Their child still in his arms. She is careful, quiet for she does not want them to be startled. "You -

"Yes," he said, ending her sentence. He senses that they were being monitored now and he doesn't want anyone to know that he went to visit her last night. Kylo didn't want to know what will happen to Rey if they did find out. "I couldn't leave you two behind." He taps his hand on the ground, gesturing for her to take the baby from him.

She obeys and finds herself being wrapped around in arms as she held their baby. He held her tight from behind, transfixed by the way she tended Benji. "Did you cry when you found out you were pregnant?" he asks then.

"For days," she admitted. "I didn't want to be pregnant. I found out shortly after the war was over." She remembers it, being so crestfallen that her body was carrying a part of him. And that part of him was forming with hers.

"I love our child but sometimes I wish he wasn't mine."

She tilted her chin and looked up.

"I always imagined when things ended in your favor, you would have been with a man that could give you everything."

She pictures it, the image Kylo had in his twisted mind. In his mind, he would have been content if she was married to a kind man and raising children as she worked alongside with Master Skywalker. Kylo would have been happier if she found someone else that suited her. But Rey didn't want that. She had never been close to anyone besides him. She was close to many people but she was never intimate except with him. "You already know that I don't like being taken care of," she answered. She lets him rest his chin on her head then.

"The council will give us an answer the next week," she says as she kissed her baby.

"What did you ask?"

"That your cell be relocated into my home."

a/n: end?

Might add another chapter if you guys request it/want to see any flashbacks happen