AN: Okay, so, I had a spare minute, so a second chapter it is! Thanks so much for reading, leaving reviews, following, and favoriting! You're my favorites! See you in a week!

"You know you have to go back to them." Luke says one morning after Chewy tells them the latest messages from the resistance.

"What?" She asks, looking at him with wide eyes. "I thought...are you sending me away?"

"No, I'm not. Your training isn't complete." Luke says, grabbing her shoulders.

"Then why…"

"Rey...You're pregnant." It's the first time either of them have actually used the word. "You're going to have a child in four months, and you're going to need medical attention. They can give that to you. Once the child is born, you can come back-"

"I'm not leaving my child behind!" Rey insists, her hands folding over her stomach.

"Of course you're not. You're more than welcome to bring them back with you." Luke assures her, and she lets out a breath. "You understand, don't you? That this is best?"

"I do." She nods once, sharply. "I went away an underfed girl, and I'll be coming back a planet, and they have no idea!" She almost laughs. Then a horrible thought strikes her. How would she explain this? How would she tell them? How would she explain why she hadn't told them? Even if she lied, there was always the possibility that the child would be born looking exactly like their father, and Leia at least would recognize that.

It would be easy, such an easy lie to say that he had violated her, held her down and forced himself on her. Who would doubt it, given all that he had done?

But she can't bring herself to consider this for more than a minute, because it makes her sick. He was many things, but he was not a rapist, and she would not make him out to be one.

And her own conscience aside, Leia surely could not take so much more heartbreak.

"She won't be angry with you." Luke says. "Sorry, you were projecting your thoughts again. My sister isn't going to be angry, Rey. She'll understand why you needed to keep it to yourself. Knowing her, she will be happy."

"Maybe. But I don't think any one else will be so understanding." Rey sighs. The child kicks against her ribs, and she's smiling again. Her child never fails to make her smile. It will all be worth it for her child. "Won't you come back with me?"

"Not yet. I have to stay here, for now. But the day will come for me to leave, I know it. But this time, you have to leave without me." He says simply, and Rey nods. He gives her one of his cloaks before she leaves. It's big enough to hide her stomach, which makes her feel safe and secure. If Ren were to appear to her again, this would disguise the child. And when she walked off the ship when she came to the base, this would give her time to tell General Organa first. She hugs Luke one more time, and he kisses her forehead before she leaves, promising to be back. Chewy hugs him too, lifting him off of the ground before boarding and launching the falcon into the sky. It's the first time in months she's been in space, and she finds that she doesn't much like it. She already misses the twin suns shining on her skin, the ocean breezes, and the paternal comfort of the old Jedi. The child shifts largely beneath her skin, as if to say

"Where are we? Here I am, I am with you!"

As soon as the child stirs, she feels Kylo pushing against the barrier she's put up in her mind. It only makes sense. She's felt his pain, so he feels this through the bond. But she hasn't spoken to him in two weeks. Not since his near discovery. And he'd not just appeared to her either, and she was grateful for small blessings.

"Well Chewy, I guess we're going home." He grumbles. "I know. The Falcon is your home." Another growl. "I'm excited to see the Princess too." She can't help but smile at the way he refers to General Organa as the princess. It makes her grin, really. Chewy bellows and Rey smiles. "You can be Uncle, of course you can." Rey can't help but think of another child that had probably called Chewy his uncle. "But I'm not calling him Chewbacca the Second." She teases, trying to push the thought out of her head. He bellows softly. "It is a good name. But not for this one." She smiles softly at him as they make the jump to hyperspace. The tracker Leia had given her blinks more rapidly as they get closer, and her heart beats faster too.

She knows that Finn is awake, she's even spoken to him very occasionally. What will he say when he sees her like this? Will he hate her? Will he even let her meet his Rose? She'd been dying to for months, because she could sense how important the woman had become to him. They'd been responsible for keeping a First Order attack at bay, though the details of how they had done it were hazy.

She thinks of Poe, who she had only really known for two weeks while she was helping get everything settled before she gone to find Luke Skywalker. He had been extremely kind to her, and they had made each other laugh. He had been a true friend, and the one time she had cried over everything that had happened, he had sat silently beside her, and held her hand.

And she thinks of Leia Organa. Who had hugged her so tightly, accepted and trusted her so readily. The Grandmother of her child, whose own son had hated her and turned away from her, had murdered the man that she had, in spite of everything, loved. Luke seemed to think she'd be happy about the news, But Rey wondered if that was possible. How can someone be glad that such a man was passing on his genetics?

But that question was rubbish, because she was glad. Even now, before it was born, she could sense that this child would be important, not only to her, but to everyone. Already she loved it, adored it, would do anything for it. And it wouldn't exist if it wasn't for him.

"I'm going to go lie down." Rey says suddenly, handing the tracker to Chewy, who nods in assent. She walks back to the small bed, and stretches out on it, running her hands along her stomach which is always most prominent when she is lying down. She lets out a long breath, and focuses on the force swirling around her, around both of them. It's comforting and warm, and it helps heal the pain that the absence of him always seems to cause. And she knows that she's weak, but she gently reaches out into the bond, desperate for just the faintest hint of him. She lowers her defenses only a little, and she senses him there. His surprise is clear; he's been trying for so long to reach her, that the fact that she had come to him of her own accord, in a moment when he'd not even been thinking of her rendered him speechless, and oh, she's glad for it. She doesn't want to fight, which will inevitably come if they speak. She merely craves his presence, like he had after he'd been hurt. And she's weak, she knows, so very weak for coming to him this way.

"If you're weak, what am I?" He asks.

"Desperate, sometimes." She suggests. This bristles him. "Are you going to deny it?"

"No. I don't think I can." He sighs. "Sometimes, I just...I want this."

"No, you don't. You want more. Information. My surrender. You're never satisfied by my mere presence."

"Are you satisfied?" He challenges.

"Yes." She says defiantly.

"So you're satisfied just with this. No touching, barely speaking?"

"...Yes."

"Really? When you know how it feels when I'm holding you in my arms? When I'm kissing you? When I'm inside of you?"

"Stop…" She cautions. "I'll leave. I will leave."

"Because you know I'm right." He insists. "Because you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid of you!"

"You're not afraid that I'll hurt you. But you're afraid of what you feel for me. You're afraid of what I make you feel."

"I'm leaving. This was a mistake."

"Don't-" She snaps her barrier back into place before he can finish his thought. The baby wiggles under her hand, and she distracts herself by talking to them.

"I'm weak, I know. But I'll be stronger for you, I promise. I'll be the mother that you need me to be, you'll see. I can live without him, but I will never have to live without you, and you will never have to live without me. I love you, and I'll make myself stronger for you." She whispers aloud, and another hum, so much like her bond with him starts to radiate in her. But this one doesn't scare her. It's pure light, and it's beautiful.

And, she tells herself, It's the only thing that she really needs.