Deep, even breathing that was not quite a snore came from the darkness in the room. The only light came from the security light that shone over the landing pad outside.

Rey's eyes followed a droplet of water sliding down the transparisteel. It joined with another until it hit the bottom of the window. The rain spattered over Poe's collection of ships, puddling in small dents of a vintage shuttle that he had not yet repaired. Light streaked across the sky, followed by a boom that seemed to rattle the transparisteel.

The even breathing that came from the bed hitched, and Rey turned her head to see Kylo shift under the covers. His head buried further into the pillow, and his breathing deepened again with a snore. Rey pulled her blanket tighter across her shoulders and felt her husband's presence through their bond. Since collapsing into bed after his final bacta treatment, he was nearing eleven hours of sleep. Rey was certain he had not slept that long in years, if not since childhood.

A loud crack accompanied another flash of light in the sky, making Rey jump. The rain pelted against the window, sounding almost like sand hitting the side of her old AT-AT home. The news had said their sector needed more rain, but she had not expected such a storm.

"Can't sleep?" Kylo sounded groggy, his voice low. Light from the window reflected against his one open eye.

Rey shook her head, staying in her chair. "Too much rest lately. And too excited for our outing tomorrow night."

Kylo gave a small smile and closed his eye. His exhaustion weighed at Rey's limbs through the bond. "Sleeping will pass the time faster."

Rey stayed in the chair but lifted her legs to rest her feet on the edge of the bed, shifting as her back ached with the movement. "I got comfortable here."

Kylo made a half-asleep groan. "Come back to bed."

"Go back to sleep."

Kylo's eye half opened. "Rey."

Rey let out a slow breath through her nose. "I… you didn't shower, Kylo. After the bacta tank."

The eye fully opened. "What?"

Rey pressed a hand over her mouth for a moment. "You smell like bacta, and apparently, Leia doesn't like it today."

Kylo raised his head, his eyes flicking to the chronometer. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat up. "You should've woken me."

"You never sleep that long. You needed it." At his next protest, Rey rolled her eyes and waved her hand toward the refresher. "I've slept enough the last few weeks, and you can't change my choice now. Go shower since you're up."

Kylo nodded and rose from the bed, still fully dressed apart from his shoes, and shuffled to the refresher. Rey looked back to the window, watching the rain hit the Millennium Falcon. The tarp over the still-broken viewport lay flat against the durasteel. A corner had folded back, and rainwater dripped into the port in a steady stream.

She decided she would wait to tell Kylo about until after their interview with Flash Zizz.

The shower turned off with a quiet squeak, and Rey finally pulled herself off the chair. She shoved Kylo's blanket off the bed and curled up under her heated blanket.

She was drifting off to sleep when she felt a strand of Kylo's damp – and much better smelling – hair brush across her face as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Yousa don't mind if I records?" Flash Zizz pulled a small vocorecorder from a bag and slid it onto the table between them. His long ears flapped with his excited movements, and he took a seat on the couch across from them, clutching a datapad.

Kylo shifted uncomfortably, but Rey slid her hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She leaned back against the couch. "You may record, but this is as much of an exchange of information as much as an interview. We will trade questions."

Zizz nodded enthusiastically. "Yah, yah. It'sa not often we get to work with tha Jedi."

Kylo felt the Force around the Gungan suspiciously, but he could not sense any signs of malice. Then again, he had not initially felt any from the Twi'lek Kilnetel either.

Zizz leaned forward, his datapad poised to take notes. "Ida like to discuss the Jedi Order, your recent injury, and what everyone wants to know," he paused dramatically, his webbed fingers flared, "the baby."

Kylo exchanged a glance with Rey and nodded despite the tingle of anxiety from them both. "We reserve the right to refuse too personal questions."

Zizz appraised them for a moment, the dramatic look fading quickly. "Then I do, too." He tapped his datapad and looked up again. "The Jedi Order hasn't released a statement on your recent stay at the medcenter. What happened?"

Kylo pulled in a slow breath. His mother had taught him to answer politically and watch his words. This would be public, after all. "I was injured during an investigative mission, but I am now healed and back to my usual routine."

Zizz paused as if deciding which question to ask first. "What caused such an injury? Eyewitnesses at the medcenter say there was a lot of blood. Plus, you weren't seen at the Jedi Academy for a while, not until today if my sources are right. Did you have an extensive healing period?"

Kylo made a mental note to check the medcenter staff and droids. They were supposed to keep information private, but he supposed the right amount of credits or hacking could unearth information. "I'm afraid that's official Jedi Order business right now."

"The Order is rather secretive."

It was not a question, but Rey answered, "In some cases, we have to be."

Zizz looked to her and leaned forward as if he could sense her inexperience with politics and journalists. "Is that where two of your younger Jedi are now? Jedi business? They left the planet two days ago."

Kylo answered before his wife could. "Where did you learn that?"

Zizz flopped one of his long ears over his shoulder. "Official log of Coruscant arrivals and departures. Isa have alerts set for the Jedi movements."

Rey's eyes narrowed. "You realize reporting on our movements can be detrimental to what we're trying to accomplish? You're not exactly quiet about it."

Zizz fidgeted for a moment, and the Force rippled. "I, ah, do what my job'a requires me to. Articles on the Jedi get lots of downloads. A lot eyes around the galaxy. Yousa are celebrities, especially after that incident on Geonosis." He leaned forward. Kylo was not sure how a Gungan of all species could manage a conspiratorial look, but somehow the reporter pulled it off. "Were you injured on Geonosis? Is the First Order still active there even after what happened there a few months ago?"

Kylo rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands. "We were not on Geonosis. We will release a statement once we're finished with our business." He raised a hand to cut off Zizz's next question. "If this conversation proves useful, we will consider giving you that statement first. Now, I believe we get a question now."

Zizz blinked, his eyes flicking between Rey and Kylo. "Yousa haven't given mesa a usable answer."

"We said we'd give you answers. There was no stipulation on 'usable' ones."

Kylo locked eyes with Zizz for a long moment, during which he squeezed Rey's hand to keep his temper down. Zizz's bulbous eyes blinked, and his shoulders sagged. "Fine."

Kylo let out a breath, suddenly aware of the tension in his shoulders. "You wrote an article on my – our – net worth. How did you get that information?"

Thin lips pulled over the Gungan's yellowed teeth. "Now, Master Kylo Ren, that's asking me to reveal my confidential source. That's private information."

Kylo exchanged a look with Rey. "We've agreed to give you access to news from the Jedi Order before other news organizations, so you don't need that source anymore, Zizz."

The Gungan's long fingers played with the end of one of his ears. "Something tells me you won't give me the good stuff. This source knows a lot about your life, Master Ren, and considering how private you all tend to be, this is the only way I'll get it."

It took all of Kylo's willpower not to slap the Gungan or reach for his lightsaber. Rey, however, slammed her fist against the table between them, causing the vocorecorder to clatter to the floor. Her fury radiated through the bond. "We have a right to our privacy, or did you not understand the purpose of the Peace Day Festival? How we took down the First Order? I think saving the galaxy gives us a right to a life without you writing every detail!"

Zizz looked at Rey in shock, his eyes wide and his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if he had not expected the outburst from her. "H-How about three useful answers, and I'll give you my source?"

Rey glared, and Kylo thought he heard her growl. "Not good enough."

Zizz slid on the couch so that he was closer to Kylo than Rey. "I'll give you my source and never use her again. I-I-I swear." No one spoke, and Zizz looked between them. "And – and I'll stop writing personal articles about you."

Kylo ran a hand over Rey's shoulder, his own heart pounding in his chest. "Fine."

Zizz relaxed slightly, but his eyes kept darting to Rey's scowling face. "Thank you." He shifted and looked down at his datapad, which shook slightly. "The Jedi Order isa growing in numbers. Why are so many younglings turning up with Force abilities?"

"The Empire hunted down those with the abilities. The First Order was not actively looking for Force sensitives, not when they," Kylo cleared his throat, "when they had me. We're only now finding those and giving them an opportunity to develop and learn to control the Force, if they and their family agree to it."

Zizz jotted something on his datapad and spoke slowly as if afraid of provoking Rey's wrath again. "And will the next class of Padawans live with yousa as the previous ones have?"

"We moved because of the fire that destroyed the school. The next Padawans, who are a couple years from attaining that rank, will likely remain at the school, but we will closely mentor them as we did with our new Jedi."

Zizz leaned forward excitedly, his eyes on Rey again. "Last question, then. Do you have a name for the little one?"

Rey gave Kylo a small smile, and the fury finally began ebbing away. "We're naming her for Kylo's mother, General Leia Organa."

Zizz looked delighted, and he tossed an ear over his shoulder as he stood, grabbing his vocorecorder. "I thought you might. Isa mean, the rumors, but now. Oh, Isa need to go write."

"Ah." Kylo extended a hand, and Zizz looked like he had run into a wall. "Your source?"

The Gungan cleared his throat and turned back to Kylo with the look of a youngling caught stealing sweets. "Oh, of course. Yes." He tapped several times on his datapad. "This is her. Name's Kelda."

He held out a grainy image, one that looked like he had taken it very quickly while the woman's head was turned. But the resolution was enough for Kylo's blood to run cold.

He distantly heard Rey give Zizz a curt thanks and the Gungan's footsteps leave the room. Her hand wrapped around his upper arm, and he blinked several times to bring her into focus. "What, Kylo? Do you know this Kelda?"

"Her name's not Kelda." Kylo swallowed, feeling his hands inexplicably shaking. "It's Phasma."