Rey slept soundly at last.

Wide awake, Ben watched her contentedly. The swell of her pregnant belly kept her from cuddling into his arms the way she loved to do, but it was something too minor to dare complain about. Merely having someone to reach out and touch at night was a remedy to years of loneliness. Stretching out and punching up the pillow under his head, Ben got comfortable and exhaled happily. No, he couldn't dare complain. Not when something so incredible was happening.

Their marriage had been celebrated and their crowning followed shortly thereafter. The titles were really just a formality; they served no apparent purpose as everyone knew exactly who they were. But how Rey had turned heads in her gown, scrounged up from who knows where. Ben turned and looked at her face, marked her messy hair, and smiled. Life was certainly blessed now that they were together. Well, quasi-together, anyway. Business had taken him on a short mission, but their bond had only grown exponentially stronger the more time they spent in the other's physical presence. Though he was a star system away, he could see Rey sleeping as clearly as if he was in their bed with her.

Yet all of the gratitude in the galaxy failed to ease the sickness that plagued Rey every day or the guilt Ben felt because of it. It was his child making her double over retching each morning and causing the dark circles under her bright eyes. Still cheery as ever, Rey scoffed at Ben's insistence that she rest or eat instead of twirling her saber or staff about, ever wanting to stay in fighting shape.

But now she finally slumbered.

Unable to resist, Ben reached out and caressed her arm. Gods how he loved her from the moment years ago when he searched her mind for the map to Luke Skywalker only to find her barging into his own mind, carelessly rifling through his deepest feelings. She was unapologetically Rey and he couldn't live without her.

The child growing in Rey was heralded as a long-expected fulfillment of some prophecy about the Force, but Ben largely ignored the religious zealots who had appeared from nowhere upon news of the child. No Jedi, no Sith. His child would take part in none of the old ways. They would forge their own path, taking the best from both the dark and the light. Even now with months to go before the birth, Ben was mildly anxious about the child's future. The Skywalker line continues, he thought wearily to himself. That mighty Skywalker blood, Snoke once taunted him. No, Ben steeled himself. My child is half Rey. They'll be smarter than to be seduced by users like Snoke.

He touched Rey's stomach and closed his eyes. The Force stirrings shining from light-years away were innocent, bright, and hungry. Or was that Rey? It was a little hard to tell, as the child was obviously half of her. The part he didn't recognize, he imagined, were the pieces of himself.

Hmmm, Rey sighed, reaching out and letting her hand rest on his side. The touch sparked a vision that ignited in his mind and played out like a clear projection.

Rey was leaning against a doorway, smiling and peering into a room where her husband was tossing small padded balls at a girl of five. A red one came within catching distance for her, but it froze midair as she flickered her dark eyes to it. Two more, a green and a white came in quick succession, but they, too halted and hovered in the air, suspended by the Force.

"You have a meeting with the officers to get to, don't you?" Rey chided, sorry to break up the scene.

Unconcerned and too thrilled with his daughter's lesson, Ben beamed. "She didn't miss a single one, Rey." With a wave of his hand, the balls returned to a container on the floor.

"Don't work her too hard."

Ben scoffed. "Too hard? Not a chance. You're having fun, aren't you, Princess?"

"I don't want to stop," the girl sang out, wrinkling her nose in effort. Suddenly the balls began to levitate upward out of the basket. "Daddy says next I'll be able to practice with heavier things. I'll be able to move you when I'm bigger and stronger." She squinted her eyes and thrust out a hand toward Rey.

"Well I'm sure he's right," Rey agreed, ignoring the way the front of her tunic pulled as if by a tiny invisible hand. "Ben, the meeting. The officers won't want to be kept waiting again."

"Who are they going to complain to?" He cocked an eyebrow but backed down when Rey raised her own. "I'm going, I'm going." He ruffled his daughter's dark hair. "Keep practicing. I want you to be able to move your mother by the time I come home."

The girl squealed in delight and focused her energies on Rey once more, who merely laughed and gave Ben a look that promised him payback later that evening.

The vision faded out and Ben sighed, already missing the child that hadn't been born yet. The flash forward had done something he once thought impossible: made him love Rey more.

Author's Note: Who did you interpret as having turned? Were they with the First Order or the Resistance? I can't decide.