Rey paced on her feet uncomfortably as ever in front of her grandmother's house. Grandma Sabé had moved along with her from England to the United States when she was accepted into Harvard, very excited to see her grandfather's money being used for something useful. Rey had lived with her for a while until she moved in with Ben, and if there was someone who really hoped the two would become a couple, this someone was her.

"Rey!" the tall old lady exclaimed when she opened the door. "I wasn't expecting your visit. Come in, come in."

Height ran on her mother's side of the family. Even at her age, Sabé stood tall at almost the same height as her granddaughter, and just as slender. They looked very much alike, and everyone made sure to comment that, from hair, to smile, bone structure, height, and many other things.

"Do you want some cake?"

"I'll take crackers," Rey asked her, instead. "I've… Uh… got something," she explained. "To tell."

Sabé raised a greying eyebrow but didn't say anything, walking to the kitchen and coming back a couple of moments later with a plate full of bland crackers for her.

"So," she sat down in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Rey hesitated, taking a couple of the biscuits and munching on them with her eyes moving to anywhere but Sabé's face.

"Rey?" her grandmother said slowly. "What is wrong?"

Rey bit her lower lip.

"Uh..." she breathed in. "Do you remember Ben?"

She adjusted her posture, watching her granddaughter in silence just as the young doctor looked for words.

"Ben Solo?" she questioned. "Yes, dear."

She thought for what felt like an eternity and dropped her hands to her lap.

"I got drunk, slept with him, and now I'm pregnant, and he doesn't know," she said, quickly and all at once.

Sabé's eyes widened and her eyebrows went right up in surprise before her face softened.

"Rey…" she whispered.

The word was enough to break her. In just a couple of seconds, Rey went from perfectly composed to a sobbing mess, and her grandmother was quick to put herself on her feet and pull her granddaughter into a hug.

"Honey," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"And I don't know what to do," she cried into her dress. "I'm terrified. And I had to come here and talk to you, and mum died when giving birth to me, and I live with Ben! How am I going to tell him that I'm pregnant when he was so drunk that he doesn't even remember we slept together?"

Sabé rubbed her back in circles, letting her granddaughter cry and finally - finally - release some of the feelings she'd been storing inside herself.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It's okay, you're going to be okay."

It took Rey almost half an hour to recovery, and when she finally did, her grandmother sat her down by the kitchen table and pulled ingredients for rice pudding and quickly make some, offering her a spoon and letting her granddaughter lay on her lap as she put ' Keeping up with the Kardashians' to play on the TV, and indulged in the simple comfort food.

"When do you plan to tell him?" Sabé questioned. "You know you can't hide this forever, right?

"Maybe when the baby is born?" Rey suggested. "And I've already moved out of the flat and found a job in another hospital, probably in a different city?"

The look her grandmother gave her made her swallow and look away.

"I don't know. I feel like if I tell him now, it'll be the worst possible moment. But then, the more I wait, the less time he'll have to prepare for this."

"That's true," she confirmed. "Rey, this baby is as much his as it is yours. Sure, he isn't carrying her, but that's his kid we're talking about."

"Her?"

"A guess," grandma Sabé declared. "It's my great-grandchild, I get to guess."

She chuckled and sat up, reaching for her purse, pulling out the small picture from inside and offering to her grandmother.

"Here," she gave her a small smile. "That's them ."

Sabé held the small print silently and smiled, quickly standing up and pulling a frame from inside a drawer before placing it on her wall.

"Now," she turned to him. "My first great-grandchild."

"You speak like I'm gonna give you any more than that," Rey chuckled.

"Oh dear, it's Ben Solo we're talking about," she turned to her. "I met his grandfather when I was young and studied with his grandmother, Padmé. The man was utterly gorgeous. And his father… Oh, boy, if he had a brother or uncle."

Rey rolled her eyes. She knew her grandmother had a history with the Skywalkers - she'd been best friends with Ben's maternal grandmother until her early death, and was even at his parent's wedding - and was actually the one to introduce Rey and Ben when they were at Harvard.

"Okay, grandma. I get it," she rolled her eyes. "You really need a boyfriend."

"Or a girlfriend," she raised a hand. "You know I'm not one to make a difference between those."

She laughed and sighed, taking another spoonful of rice pudding and raising her eyes to the older woman in front of her.

"Do you think I'll be a good mother?"

Sabé reached and grabbed her hand, offering Rey the smile so many people said they shared and squeezing her tightly.

"I think you'll be an amazing mother," she affirmed firmly. "And I'll be right here to help you."