Unsteady

Within three hours there's a young woman heading towards his room. He can see her through the glass. She looks relatively normal, he thought to himself as he released a relieved sigh. Leia opens the door before she can. "Dameron, this is Rey. Your wife."

Rey stood there in place. She looks pale, uncomfortable. There's no expression on her face but concern.

Poe blinked. He had a blank look on his face. He was uncomfortable as much as her. He examined her. She's younger than what he had imagined, thin. She had a wide forehead and freckles scattered all over her cheeks and nose. Her hair is long - at her waist, in lose waves. She's dressed in humble clothing - she dressed as if she was a farmer's wife. She was wearing a light blue long sleeved buttoned up dress that was slit at the sides and soft gray trousers underneath. Her eyes - her eyes were pained and they were locked on to him.

You're suppose to remember me, those hazel eyes told him.

I'm your wife - I love you.

"Hi," he murmured, his jaw twitching slightly. He walked towards her and shook her hand. It felt strange to just walk. His joints felt as if they were about to disconnect. He hadn't walked in almost a year.

Rey froze at his formality. Seeing him awake, was unreal. It was like seeing a ghost of him. He doesn't remember her. He's not even cracking a little smile. He looked unhappy. Disappointed.

"Dameron you have been away from your wife for far too long," Leia said sternly. "At least hug her," she said strongly as if she was ordering him.

Poe swallowed and stiffly hugged Rey.

Rey's eyes lowered and so did Leia's. Within seconds, Rey melted into his arms. She buried herself into his chest and quietly sobbed -she couldn't help it. She wanted to do this for such a long time. "I missed you," she whispered.

He frowned but touched her hair. He wanted to feel what she was feeling but he didn't. He just felt sympathy for her.

He's surprised to see the home that they live in.

It's small. Simple.

He imagined that they lived in a bigger home and in an urban setting, not in the woods.

"It's not much but we love this place," she said out loud, reading his mind. "You used to call this place your secret hideaway," she said as she took him by the sleeve of his jacket and took him in.

"It's a nice place," he assured.

"Sit down," she said gently. Poe nodded and watched as she took off his boots. He watched in fascination as she unlaced his boots. She does this in unison, as if it was natural. It was routine, he assumed. It was routine for her to greet him when he came back from work and take off his shoes. Poe never had a routine except for going on missions. "Sit down and relax while I make you dinner," she leaned down and kissed his forehead.

He gave her a small smile. He doesn't remember anything but she was sweet and welcoming. Poe sat up - he hears something - familiarity - BB-8. "BB-8?" he called out. He feels the ground tremble slightly. He stood up and sees his droid rolling towards him in delight.

Poe grinned and hugged him. "I missed you buddy!" he exclaimed. "Where did you come from?"

His droid beeped.

"You have your own room now, huh?" Poe smirked. "Since when?" He remembers it - his room in the Resistance base with BB-8 in his bed in the corner.

BB-8 didn't respond and instead went on about other things.

They talked until Rey called him in for dinner.

She made him his favorite dinner - it shouldn't be a surprise though. She was his wife, she would know. Poe dug in and ate without consideration of etiquette. He didn't realize how starving he was until he smelt the food.

"How's the food?" she asked with observing eyes. She was barely, too transfixed with him.

"It's great," he gave her a thankful smile. "Thank you."

"I'm pleased to hear that." And she was but she was heartbroken still. It was estimated that he wouldn't get his memory back until a few days but right now it felt like an eternity. It pained her - he looked at her as if she was a stranger.

Once they finished dinner, they went to bed.

It was cruel how something once natural is gone. They got ready to bed separately, as if there was a wall between them. He has no memory of what it's like to be a team.

She takes off her clothes in the same room as him without a second thought. She didn't notice that he was looking away until she was unraveling her chest bindings. He looked embarrassed. Rey kept going. She wasn't embarrassed. "You don't have to look away," she reminded him. "You've seen me naked plenty of times," she said with flushed cheeks and a lingering gaze, hinting him to stare.

"How old are you?" the words slip out. He watched her walk to the closet. She was completely bare. There's scars around her stomach but he doesn't have a good look of them because she's already putting on a shirt - one of his shirts to be exact.

"Twenty," she answered in a hallow tone. She scrunched up your nose. "And you're old," she teased.

He laughed then. He hadn't laughed in front of her until now. "I'm not that old."

"Yes you are. Will you be able to sleep in the same bed as me?" she asked.

"I can try," he gave her a playful smile.

She laughed but the moment she got into the bed with him, she stopped. He feels nothing and she can feel it. She broke down beyond her control. Her will was failing her but he had been gone for such a long time. He's finally here but he's still gone.

He held her automatically. He doesn't like seeing a woman cry. She cried once already today and he didn't like it. "Don't cry," he whispered. He frowned. He's angry and guilty at himself. He doesn't remember anything. She was still sobbing. Gently he wiped her tears. "Don't cry. I'm sorry - I know that this is hard for you. I want to remember - I want to -

"I know," she heaved.

"But I know it doesn't make things any easier for you," he sighed. He could feel her heart beating rapidly. "Thank you for being so strong," he whispered into her hair. "Thank you for treating me so kindly. I don't remember much but I know just by today that you are a good wife to me. And thank you for it. I'll give you anything you want. I'll do anything for you."

She lifted her head. "Poe," she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I know this is a lot to ask - I don't want it to immediately happen - but when the times right, can we try to have a baby?"

His heart skipped a beat. Him as a father? He couldn't imagine that. "Can we talk about that later?"

She nodded and swallowed hard. "Yes."